The Flood

Ginny's POV

Ginny laid curled up on her bed alone, silent tears streaming down her face as she clung on to one of Fred's old t-shirts for dear life.

"Hermione and Ron are having a moment", Harry barged in chuckling before noticing Ginny curled up silently on her bed, her back facing him. "Ginny?", he said softly, sitting on the edge of her bed as he took hold of her upper arm gently. Ginny suddenly shot up and wrapped her arms around Harry's waist, hiding her face in his t-shirt as she sobbed. Harry sighed sadly as he held her in his arms. "I wish you'd talk to me instead of locking yourself up here like this", he told her.

"Why is it so hard, Harry?", she begged for answers, sniffing as she continued to sob. "We're a strong family. But, how are we ever going to come back from this?", she asked. Harry planted a soft kiss on the top of her head as he ran his fingers through her long, smoother than silk, red hair.

"You are a strong family. That's how I know you'll get through this", he told her. "I know it doesn't feel like it now; but you will. I promise". Ginny pulled away to look up at him, crashing her lips into his almost instantly. This is how Ginny would forget. Harry would get her to open up, and then she would throw herself at him. Like kissing Harry was her own form of Obliviate. She pulled away from him slowly, their foreheads meeting as she looked down at his lips. "I'm sorry, Ginny", Harry suddenly spoke. Ginny furrowed her brow at him.

"Don't you do this again, Harry Potter", she told him. This had been the seventh time Harry had apologized to her. She didn't want him to apologize. None of this was his fault. Ginny knew that even if she had never met Harry and if he'd never been welcomed into her family with open arms, she and the rest of the Weasley's would still have fought. Fought for the greater good. "No one blames you, Harry", she told him.

"George still isn't speaking to me", he said quietly. It was true. George hadn't spoken to Harry since the battle, which had been over three days ago. Ginny had noticed and it made her feel angry at George, which only added to her grief. She wanted to be there for her older brother, but she couldn't whilst he was acting this way.

"He'll come around. You'll see", she told him, turning the tables so that it was her that was comforting him. She much preferred comforting Harry rather than it being the other way around. Ginny had never been good at opening up about her feelings, and nothing had changed in that sense.

"Ginny!", Arthur called from downstairs. Ginny took Harry's hand and wiped her tears away before she lead him downstairs.

"Whats up?", she asked as she met her father in the kitchen.

"Your mother just wanted me to remind you that you and Harry shouldn't be alone in your room with the door shut", he said. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Sorry", she said simply. "Where is mum?". Arthur sighed.

"She's- she's gone to discuss Fred's funeral with Professor McGonagall", he told her. There was a deafening silence in the room as Ginny's eyes met the floor. Arthur kissed his daughter on the forehead before gently rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "Why don't you and Harry take Ron and Hermione into town? Get out of here for a bit. It'll do you some good", he smiled. Ginny nodded slowly before letting go of Harry's hand to give her father a tight hug.

"See you later", she smiled softly before heading out of the front door.

"Bye, Arthur", Harry smiled weakly before following Ginny out of the door. Ron and Hermione were making their way towards them, hand in hand, when they left the house.

"Do you two fancy going into town for a butterbeer?", Ginny asked.

"I'd love to, but I need to do some packing for tomorrow", Hermione said sadly.

"Tomorrow?", Ginny echoed.

"I'm going to Australia with Kingsley to find my parents", Hermione explained. Ginny gave a slight nod as she forced a smile.

"What about you?", she asked Ron.

"I don't fancy being the third wheel so I think I'll pass", he joked. Ginny playfully punched him in the arm. And with that, Ginny and Harry apparated into town and made their way to a local pub for a butterbeer.

"You didn't say Hermione was going tomorrow?", Ginny said.

"I was a little preoccupied with you", he smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes with his fingers. Ginny smiled at him softly before taking a sip of her butterbeer.

"It is quite nice being out of the house", she admitted. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Being anywhere is nice for me- as long as I'm with you", he said shyly. Ginny snorted.

"Harry, that must be the corniest thing I have ever heard you say", she laughed.

"Well, its true", he smirked. Ginny continued to laugh, her stomach beginning to ache as tears rimmed her eyes.

"I love you", she said without thinking. Her eyes widened as her laughter came to a sudden stop. This had been the first time Ginny had told Harry she loved him. She averted her eyes from him nervously, waiting for his response.

"Oi", he said softly. She dared to look at him. "I love you too", he smiled.