Ginny lay with her back against the old oak tree. The war was over. They had lost many, but the reward was there. The Weasley family were directly affected with loss. They had lost Fred, Remus, and Tonks.

Ginny closed her eyes trying to keep their faces from appearing in her mind's eye. She missed them, all of them. Thinking about them… it caused pain, sometimes overpowering her breathing.

Sunlight caressed her face. This summer was different then most. There were moments of joy, but there were also moments of darkness. George seemed to be having the worst time of it. He would make a joke, bringing laughter, but then the absence of his twins laugh was noticed.

Harry too, was unable to feel only joy. Ginny had watched him multiple times pull away from from everyone, pull away from her, distancing himself. The war had only ended sixty days ago, two months of trying to return to normal. Two months of trying to heal.

"Hey Ginny," Harry's voice brought Ginny out of her train of thought. She opened her eyes, spotting the black haired boy. He had dark circles under his eyes, showing signs of tiredness. They all had those circles, but George and Harry's were the worst.

"Hello Harry. You want to come sit with me? Enjoy some of this lovely sun that will turn me redder than when I put my elbow in the butter dish." Ginny wanted to draw a laugh. She could always tell if he was going to pull away later if he didn't laugh. Thankful he gave a small chuckle. 'Better than nothing,' Ginny thought warily.

He sat right next to her, placing his back on the tree as well. The moment he sat down, he closed his eyes. Ginny stared unabashedly. She knew he came out to talk. If he had come just spend time with her he would have just sat down. No, clearly there was something he needed to do.

Harry sighed, bringing his hands to his face and rubbing it. When he dropped them he said, "Do you think we could have done it better?" He brought his eyes to hers. There was a desperate look inside them.

Ginny knew Harry blamed himself for the deaths. It was clearly edged into his face whenever he heard the names of the fallen. This, however, was the first time he said anything out loud about idea.

Ginny grabbed his hand, placing both of hers around it. "Harry," She said in a gentle tone. "We did everything we could. We did what was needed of us." Harry removed his gaze from hers, turning his attention to the grass near his left shoe.

"But Gin," His voice sounded as desperate as his eyes looked. "If I had given myself up sooner, maybe they would still be alive."

Ginny took one hand away from his, using it to turn his head back towards hers. Green met brown again. "You listen to me Harry," Her voice had gained some defiance. "Everyone there knew the risks. They were ready to fight for what they believed in." His eyes grew softer, they were gaining comfort in her.

"But -" He tried to start, but Ginny was not going to have it. She positioned herself near him, wrapping both arms around his head resting on his chest.

"Harry," She let out a sigh. "You did more in the last year than most people do in a lifetime. You found a way to stop a truly evil creature. If you didn't do what you did we would still be under his tyranny."

Harry breath in deeply. Once, then twice. "But if I had moved faster… If I hadn't -" Again she cut him off.

"Harry you can't keep blaming yourself, no one is blaming you. I know I'm not blaming you."

Harry rested his head against the top of hers. His shoulders sagged. They sat in silence. The sounds of creatures off in the distance the only sound other than their breathing.

"Ginny I would be so lost without you," Harry voice was a whisper. "I don't know if I would be able to find myself again without you."

Ginny raised herself off his chest, turning to look him in the face. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, enclosing his head.

"You just gotta make sure you let me in, I need to see all the broken pieces so I can put them back together," Ginny told him, looking straight into his eyes.

Harry did not break eye contact, but he nodded and brought their foreheads together. Green continued to watch the brown. Neither spoke. They just gazed at each other, drinking in the fact that they were here. They were together.

Finally Ginny drew back, a smile forming on her lips. "Look at us, we're some sappy couple. What's next? Are you going to recite poetry to me?"

Harry let out air out of his nose, a small laugh. "I think you have that covered for the both of us Gin. Fresh picked toad ring any bells?"

Ginny shoved his shoulder, unable to prevent the blush from forming on her cheeks. "I had forgotten about that. How do you remember that? It's been years."

This time Harry let out a vocal laugh. "I still have it."

Ginny could feel her eyes go wide, eyebrows raising into the roots of her hair. "No you don't Potter! There is no way!"

He nodded his head solemnly. "I do. It's in my school trunk." He smirked at her. "Do you want me to go get it? I'm sure George would love to see it again." Harry used his I'm so innocent look. He made to stand up, but Ginny grabbed his hand preventing him from moving.

"Now let's not be to hasty." She looked around the grounds, making sure none of her brothers were near enough to know about the dreaded card. "Let's just keep this between you and me. Yeah?"

Harry's eyes lit up mischievously. A look that had not graced his face in a long time. "I don't Weasley. I'm sure everyone would love to see it." He started to tap his chin with his pointer finger. "What are you gonna give me in return of not revealing this card?"

Ginny was catching up to his game. If he wanted to play dirty so could see. She used her most graceful smile. "How about a signed photo of Gilderoy Lockhart? I happen to have access to his residence, and I'm sure he would love to make one out to 'The Savoir'"

He shook his head, "No I think I already have one of those. What else you got to offer?"

"Um, a lovely, private tour of the Burrow's garden after dinner?"

"Now that is a good offer. Wanna sweeten the deal?"

Ginny moved in close to him, getting her face inches from his. She could feel his breath tickle her face.

"Well Mr. Potter if you insist." Then she pulled back, grinning wickedly and started to stand up, "I'll grab your tour guide. I mean Percy gives the best lessons on the surrounding area."

Harry grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her waist, moving his face back to hers. "Oh just kiss me Weasley."