Ginny adored muggle books. She loved to read about lives that were so completely mundane in comparison to hers, so much so it thrilled her. Muggles were not that different from those who possessed magic, and that surprised her. They fought for what they believed in, and they fought well. And what they believed in weren't complete polar opposites. And when muggles fell in love, they fall just as hard and as foolishly as witches and wizards. Blindly, chaotically, and wildly, just as Ginny had. And it was beautiful.
Perks of Being A Wallflower happened to be Ginny's favourite. She was in her final year of Hogwarts, and the book had just been released. It was marvellous. It was about a boy who stuggled through school, attempting to navigate his way around sex, drugs and friendships. Although Ginny had no experience being a wallflower, and couldn't say she's ever been in Charlie's shoes, she could relate to him, in a way. The underlying message was he loved too hard, too much. Ginny knew what it was like to love with your whole heart, and to have no control over anything as the world literally collapsed around her feet. It was a gift and a curse at the same time.
'We accept the love we think we deserve.'
Did Ginny think she deserved the love of those around her? She hoped she did. She knew she wasn't a bad person, but would she be too arrogant to think that she was deserving of their love?
It's a tricky question. It's like being asked what you're good at. What skills you possess. Nobody can answer that without feeling like they're boasting. Same as answering the question 'what do you think you deserve?'. Ginny believed she deserved to be happy. Her whole family deserved to be happy. At one point she would of excluded Percy from that list, but that's not true any more. He deserves to be forgiven. He came through wehn his family needed him most, and that's what matters most.
Ginny thought back to the Battle of Hogwarts. She remembered what it had felt like to see Harry in Hagrid's arms, limp and lifeless. Her heart ached when the image of the boy she loved's body flashed through her mind. The possibility of Harry, dead, was the most excruciating thing Ginny had lived through. She couldn't imagine a world without Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One. She couldn't imagine loving anyone else. She didn't want to. Ginny didn't deserve to feel like that, not after everything they had fought through together.
But that was the point. They had fought, together. And they had come out stronger than ever. They had survived. Harry and Ginny deserved the love of one another. They deserved to love. And Ginny accepted that.
Suddenly, as if by magic (although it most likely was), Harry himself began walking up the grassy path to The Burrow. Ginny spotted him through her window, and he spotted her. Waving up at her, he gave her the biggest of smiles.
Throwing the book onto the bed, she manouvered her way out onto the landing, and bound down the stairs, faster than, ironically, lightning.
"Bloody hell!" Ron cried, as she pushed past him at the foot of the stairs. "Jesus Gin, why so fast?"
Ginny didn't bother to reply, and proceeded to swing open the front door. A few metres away stood Harry, holding a bag of his belongings, looking more handsome than ever. Running a hand through his inky black hair, and with a gleam in his jade green eyes, he beamed at his girlfriend.
"Hi Ginny" he spoke, softly.
In those two words everything was said. Everything from 'I've missed you' to 'you look cute in that top'. It was a mutal understanding.
Ginny couldn't refrain herself. She didn't see a need to. She ran at Harry, and leaped into his open arms. The pair embraced in a warm and loving kiss, which was long overdue.
Ginny pulled away, and gazed into her boyfriend's eyes.
"Harry, do you think you deserve to be loved?"
He cocked his head to the side, and set her down, still holding on. Pondering over the question, he soon gave her an answer.
"I know that everyone deserves love, that to be unloved is the cruelest form of punishment there is. But to say that I specifically deserve to be loved, that's difficult to answer" he told her, gently. "I know I love you more than anything, and any love reciprocated is a miracle, frankly. Especially after what I've put you through."
Ginny reached out and stroked his cheek, and Harry leant into her touch.
"You deserve so much Harry. So much. The least you deserve is love."
Harry smiled at her, and kisses her again. Its soft, yet full of passion.
"I don't deserve you, Ginny Weasley."
