A/N: Thank you so much to those who reviewed! The comments were so sweet, I am still grinning; MWAH. Okay…here's more.
As Harry walked through the doorway, he paused on the top steps of the castle. Below him swarmed the dozens of hungry reporters ready to pounce.
"I expect many of you are from the Daily Prophet," he began; arms folded, and not able to keep the resentment out of his voice. "And while the Prophet and the Ministry have shown me very-little support, I know none of you will not rest until you all get you're story; so here it is…Voldemort is dead, and I was the one to cause it; that much is true…but I don't pretend to take all of the credit.
Every single person who remained here at Hogwarts last night did their part, and they know who they are- and that's all that matters really. We were determined to bring down Voldemort, and his followers; and that's exactly what we did. I'm not going to stand here and give you a blow-by-blow account of the horrors that went on here last night because I think, and I rather think that I speak for everyone when I say that, we would like to put last night behind us. Many brave fighters lost their lives in the battle last night, but I believe that their deaths are a mark of the determination to bring down Voldemort…
None of you can understand what this last year has been like for me, and those who were determined to resist the Ministry's oppression and the Prophet's lies. I will say this though; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger have been with me this year as we-discovered how to bring Voldemort down, and they deserve equal recognition for what has been done. I will leave you all with this last statement, and I implore you to not harass those in this castle who all need time to recover from what has just happened…"
The crowd was silent, and Harry drew a deep breath sensing Ginny moving closer to him. "I didn't kill Voldemort; that needs to be known, he was hit by a Killing Curse; yes, but… it was not my curse that killed him…it was his own."
With his last words still hanging in the air, he took Ginny by the hand, attempting to pull her through the crowd, and towards the place where his second happiest memory had occurred.
"But what exactly-"
"Where have you been this last ye-"
"What is your plan for the-"
"How-"
"Who is it that-"
"-ENOUGH!" Harry shouted turning to face the now frozen crowd of Wizards. "I have told you all that I am going to say about the matter, now clear off or we will be forced to hex you, and believe me," he said grinning over at Ginny, "us D.A. members know some pretty good ones." He drew his wand out of his pocket, and watched the crowd scramble away. Laughing, he turned back to Ginny and continued to guide her to his destination in mind.
As they neared the lake Ginny went to the waters edge at the foot of a certain beech tree and stared out at the water; glistening in the sun. Harry leaned against the tree and watched her tangled hair blowing in the breeze. She turned to him, and he looked down at the ground.
"But, that day…this is where we-"
"Kissed for hours…" Harry finished for her, looking up to meet her eyes. She smiled and walked over to him taking both of his hands in hers. She pulled him downward to sit beside her beneath the tree, and gently pushed him back to lean against the trunk. Then she kissed his lips softly; running her fingers through his hair. Her kisses moved to his cheeks and ears, and he wrapped his arms around her; pulling her close to him. Her fingers traced lines on the back of his neck as she moved her lips from his neck to kiss his forehead; pressing her lips against his scar. "I've missed you," Harry breathed.
Ginny pulled back and smiled at him "I've missed you too Harry."
Harry put a hand to her face, "it's been so hard- being away from you…not knowing, I barely dared to hope that this day would come…" They kissed again briefly and broke apart. "I'm so sorry about Fred…I know it doesn't help but, I know how you're feeling…"
Ginny smiled weakly, but hugged Harry tighter. "Harry you're so wonderful," she half sobbed into his shoulder. Harry kissed the top of her head; breathing in deeply the scent of her hair.
When she pulled away from his shoulder, he brought his hand up to her face; running his thumb along her cheek to wipe away her tears. He then traced the lines of her face with his fingers. She closed her eyes as he did this, and kissed his forefinger lightly as it found her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, and she kissed him again, but more forcefully this time, pushing him downward to lie on the grass beneath the tree.
She nestled her head on his shoulder; lying on the grass beside him. "What's do you think's going to happen to baby Teddy?" Ginny voiced the concern that has been in the back of her mind since she had seen Remus' and Tonk's bodies lying beside Fred's.
"He'll be alright, he's got his Gran, and…he's got me," Harry said slowly. "Remus made me Godfather…did you know that?"
"Oh! No Harry, I didn't- that's wonderful!" Ginny smiled, and Harry held her tighter…They laid together in silence for a while until Harry voiced his currents thoughts.
"Does this mean that…we are officially back together?" He asked.
Ginny propped herself up on her elbow to look at him. "It better," she said; poking him with her finger. "And don't you ever try to break up with me again; Harry Potter, because I won't let you!" She smiled mischievously. Harry laughed as her face moved closer to his.
Even though she had dark patches under her eyes, and her hair was in tangles, he couldn't help but appreciate just how pretty she was. He wanted to say something momentous to her; something that would make her remember this moment of their reunion. "Don't worry…I'll never leave you again." He whispered.
She smiled as she kissed him, "Is that a promise?"
"It is," he assured her.
"Good, because I hated being left in the dark," she confessed. "I don't know why everyone insists on treating me like a child! I mean being the youngest, and having six older brothers, doesn't mean that I-" she caught herself. "Five…" she reminded herself, "five older brothers…" Her eyes filled with tears again and Harry kissed her forehead, and pulled her down onto his shoulder to let her cry into him.
It felt incredibly therapeutic; being the one to comfort her while she was in pain...
"It will be alright…It'll get better with time…I'm here…" he whispered to her; calming her until her soft sniffles became dry sobs.
"You know Harry, I think there's a reason we're together…why we gravitate towards each other, why we understand one another…" Harry looked at her curiously as she continued. "I think its because Voldemort tried so hard to ruin both our lives, he's caused both of us so much pain, but it just seems to have brought us closer together…I-I think there is a reason why we feel so close; so connected," she said quietly. "I think…that we are supposed to heal one another…and I intend," she continued; smiling and planting a kiss on his shoulder, "to make it my mission to heal you the only way that I know how…" and she took his lower lip in both of hers; kissing him methodically.
"Is that a promise?" Harry whispered; slightly breathless after several minutes of we-just-got-back-together-kissing.
"It is…" she assured him.
Fin
A/N: Hello to all my readers, please review to show your support (or any criticisms too) I hope you liked it; I know it was a bit mushy, but hey; I believe these two really deserve some mushiness after all the crap they've been through. If you liked this one, keep your eye peeled for more stories. They won't exactly be sequels, just little windows into the "next nineteen years" of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's lives. Happy reading…