She's flirting with him. I can see her. She doesn't hide it, Phlegm thinks its sweet, she's happy that her sister might go out with Harry. They know of course, about Him and me, but no one cares, it was ages ago. He left. Went off to save the world. To save us. Me. Or so he said.

He came back the day before yesterday. Everyone's celebrating now, after a few days recovery and mourning, we can celebrate our life. But it doesn't stop the fact they are dead. Neville was so brave, took out that Bellatrix bitch with him.

I remove myself from the crowd, head towards the old oak in the back garden. Hide here like the little girl you are Ginervra. He doesn't love you. He never did. Hide out here like you did all those times, fantasising about Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived saving you, marrying you. I start to cry, I can't help it, I attempt to stop anyway. I'm a Weasley. Be strong. That's what they would have said. Be strong; don't let her get to you. She's a bitch, she just wants the fame, she doesn't know him, and she doesn't understand him. Not like I do. Or I thought I did. The tears come again and I wipe them away with a rough hand.

Just as I begin to shake with tears, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Not that of a brother, but a soothing hand all the same. I know the touch. Harry. I turn and he pulls me into a hug, as I cry softly onto his shoulder, he strokes my hair. He kisses my head and whispers something into my ear. 'I love you Ginny'. The words ring in my head. He loves me. He loves me.

I pull my head up, and look into his eyes, tears still streaming down my face. He cups my cheek and pulls me into a kiss. Passionate. One of lovers, who had not seen each other in years. As we pull apart, I hear a faint cheering. We turn to look, and there are the entire Weasley clan cheering us, as if we had just saved the world. All of them cheering. Well apart from Gabrielle, she looks like she's swallowed a sour grape. Oh well, she'll find someone who suits her. I know I did.