Chapter Two
Ginny
She couldn't believe her eyes. All the long, hard months of anguish and turmoil boiled up inside her stomach and she felt a hot wave of scarlet emotion flood her porcelain features. She was a Weasley after all and fire ran in her blood; coursed through her veins and blazed in her hair. Thus her initial response was that of a passionate, burning rage directed at the skinny, scruffy haired man-boy in front of her. Her fists clenched up; her jaw tightened and her chest swelled as she sucked in a long, whistling breath through her nose.
And then he smiled. And her heart melted.
She felt her eyes widen; her jaw go slack and her knees lose a large amount of their rigidity as she gazed in wonderment at the only man who had ever made her cry.
She took one small timid step towards him and before she knew which way was up she was wrapped in the sweet musk of his warm embrace and squeezing his waist with all she was worth.
Harry
An indefinite period of time past as they just stood there; each of them holding on to the only thing that had kept them going through all the hardship and all the struggles of the past year.
He kissed her gently on the top of her head; she raised her face so that they were level and ran a hand through his wild, untameable mop of ebony hair.
'Missed you.' He murmured softly.
'Missed you too.'
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