Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Any similarity with real life is completely coincidental.

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Not talking much this time, so please enjoy this drabble.

Several Sunlit Days

A Drabble Collection

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Coming Home

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He faced death. He out flew a dragon, rode another. He battled his way out countless situations and yet, nothing had made him more scared than he was at that moment. He was quite plainly, terrified.

Ginny shifted on the mattress, unaware of the emotional turmoil of the boy standing besides her bed. Unaware, in fact, that there was even someone else besides her in her room. Raking his fingers over his messy. black hair, Harry cursed inwardly, hating the fact that he didn't know what to do other than stare at the sleeping form of his ex- girlfriend like a crazy stalker.

Should he wake her up?

They haven't managed to find time to speak to each other. Three days after the Battle of Hogwarts, and Harry had only seen Ginny in passing. From the moment he woke up after The Final Battle, she had been the first thing on his mind, and the knowledge that there was nothing stopping them from being together now was both liberating and exasperating. Because of course, Harry wanted to be with her once more, but he didn't know if Ginny still wanted him. It had been a fit of madness, of desperation, that had finally drove him to break into her room in the middle of the night. And now that he was there he simply didn't know what to do.

Maybe he could just write her a note.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he tried to look over the dim light of the candle atop of her bureau, for ink and some piece of parchment lying around, but then thought better of it. He hadn't sneak into Ginny's room, – risking getting caught by one of her brothers, or parents or her surprisingly terrifying aunt Muriel, – just to leave a note. That was the coward's way out, and dammit, he was supposed to be a Gryffindor.

"All the staring is getting creepy." Harry almost jumped when Ginny spoke. She was still lying on her side, her eyes were still closed. But he could see the ghost of a smirk curling the corner of her mouth. "Either get in bed with me, or go to your own room, Harry."

It wasn't a declaration of love, nor was it a promise, but somehow it was just what Harry needed to hear. Taking off his shoes, he crawled into the narrow bed behind Ginny. "Sorry about the starring." He said, feeling a strange sense of peace filling him. "You were drooling a little."

Ginny snorted, but managed to sound half outraged when she replied. "I was not. Shut up." She swatted at his arm, then snuggled close to him, her arms laying a top of his, when he wrapped them over her middle. "I'm glad you are home, Harry."

"Me too." He murmured, leaving a short kiss on the back of her neck. To him, for over a year now, Home was Ginny. And if he gets to spend the rest of his life on her arms, all would be well.

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AN(2): If you made it this far, thank you! Hope you enjoy this like I did writing it. Please don't forget to let me know what you thought of this.

LadyGuilt.