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It had been who-knows-how-many months since he had last seen his girlfriend. He still couldn't get over those three words as they came out of her mouth. Those three little words that changed everything between them. He had felt like a heart attack was coming on, like his lungs weren't operational, like his brain had shut down. Somehow he had managed to make a joke out of it, seeing as how he had never had those words spoken to him, it had been a big deal. He hadn't told her though.

Now he was walking up the enchanted staircase, eyes set on the seventh floor, hungering for a certain redhead with chocolate brown eyes that had been passing through his dreams. He felt the portrait hole open, and suddenly he was crawling into the common room.

Ginny sat on the couch, eyes unfocused as she waited for the arrival of The Chosen One. Her Chosen One. It had been so long since she had last seen him, since they had last spoken.

Harry stumbled through the end of the portrait hole, immediately bombarded by insistent Weasleys. Ginny watched from a distance, taking in the form of her boyfriend as he talked in an undertone to her mother.

He wore worn dark washed jeans that were tattered at the knee, and a t-shirt that perfectly matched the emerald pools that glanced at her hesitantly as he continued to converse. His unruly mop of coal black hair had grown longer in the time since they last saw each other, and was now bloodied from today's events. A thick layer of sweat clung to the exposed tan flesh as he shifted, more scars etched into his skin than she could count. He had the peaky look of someone who hadn't eaten in months, but his arms were now corded in firm muscle.

"Come, dear. Let's take you to get something to eat." Mrs. Weasley said gently, pushing a piece of his hair behind his ear. "We're so proud of you," she added.

He forced a smile, "I need to do something first," Ginny heard him murmur in reply, eyes clicking to meet hers.

Mrs. Weasley followed his gaze, awe coming into her eyes. "Oh, of course Harry, dear. But you will meet us downstairs?" she asked hastily.

"Yeah… yeah I'll do that." Harry muttered, still watching Ginny.

"Alright then," Mrs. Weasley sighed, following her husband out the portal hole.

"And Mrs. Weasley?" Harry called. The plump woman swerved around. "I'm sorry. About Fred I mean."

The woman opposite him teared, "Thank you Harry."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault really. If I hadn't…"

"Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, Harry. It isn't your fault, Fred wanted to fight. If anyone's to blame it's that…that…that murderer." Mrs. Weasley hissed.

"And Harry took care of him, didn't he mum?" Charlie said triumphantly, tugging his mother's arm until it was entwined with his own.

"Yes, thank you Harry. You've done a lot for all of us today." Mr. Weasley said quietly, leading a disgruntled George down to the Great Hall.

Soon it was just Ginny and the trio, all looking at each other nervously. "Hey mate, coming down for dinner?" Ron grunted.

"Just a sec Ron." Harry replied.

"You coming Gin?" Ron asked.

Hermione elbowed him roughly, eyes flicking from Harry to Ginny then to Ron meaningfully. "Oh!" Ron exclaimed, blinking dumbly. "Oh, right." He looked over at his best mate, then to his sister. "You got five minutes,"

Hermione elbowed him again, pulling him out of the room scolding, "They haven't seen each other in weeks Ronald! Really you can be so…" their voices died down as the portrait closed behind them.

There was an uncomfortably silence as the couple stared at each other unblinkingly. Ginny walked forward with hesitation until she was standing directly in front of him. "I thought you were dead," she whispered, running a hand though his hair.

"I'm sorry Gin, I didn't mean to hurt you, honest I didn't but…"

"It's okay Harry, I understand. But promise me one thing." Ginny replied.

"What?" Harry whispered, closing his eyes as her hand continued stoking his scalp.

"Promise you'll never leave me again," she replied, more of a question than a statement.

Harry's eyes flicked open, "I promise," he assured her, taking her small pale hand in his. "I love you Ginny Weasley," he whispered, mouth just an inch from hers, tears forming in his eyes.

His hot breath made the skin of her neck tingle as she stood on her tip toes, "I love you too Harry Potter," and crashed her lips to his.

Harry's mind was reeling with the newfound discoveries he was making of his girlfriend's mouth, the sensations hurtling through him making sweat collect on his brow. His arms settled on her waist, hers around his neck.

As luck would have it, that was when the door swung open.