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Author: harry_ginnyphile Story: Memories, Moments and Moonlight Rating: Young Teens Setting: Pre-DH Status: Completed Reviews: 17 Words: 1,556 We'll do it all We don't need If I lay here He was home. The war was over. Voldemort was dead… and Harry… Harry was alive. Memories of moments exactly like this – when the softness of Ginny’s hair was falling through his fingertips and her skin was still warm against his from their loving – they were the only things that had got him through those final months of the war. Even with Ron and Hermione at his side, it was Ginny, always Ginny, who broke through his darkest thoughts and deepest agonies to fill him with something he’d never before had in all his years: hope. Four years. Four long years it had taken to bring Voldemort and the Dark to their knees. Four long years of fighting and searching and praying for it all to end on the right side of the coin. After he, Ron and Hermione had left Hogwarts their seventh year – leaving Ginny and so many others behind – they began the most bloody damnable excursion of their young lives. They had come home on spare occasions; stolen moments with Ginny at the Burrow, hoping they wouldn’t be caught; Ron and Hermione sneaking down to the pond, trying to stay under Mrs Weasley’s radar. They took happiness where they could find it… whether one hour or one minute. It’s what kept them sane. Their search took them far and wide over England; searching for Horcruxes, fighting off Death Eaters, and finally, meeting the Dark Lord himself in the Forbidden Forest. Though, in the end, Ron and Hermione couldn’t help Harry. The Order couldn’t help Harry. It was up to Harry and Harry alone to end the nightmarish battle that had begun before he was born. And, in the moment before he uttered the final spell that killed Voldemort once and for all, it was Ginny’s face that filled his mind. She had helped him survive. I don't quite know If I lay here Something soft tickled her nose, causing her to lift a slender hand and brush at the offending touch, her button nose wrinkling in slight distaste at being disturbed. Tickle tickle tickle. Again! She shook her head softly against the pillow, attempting to dislodge the stray hair that must be lying against her face and causing such unrest. Then she heard it. She heard it! A chuckle. A deep-chested, hungry chuckle. Oh, Merlin, please, please. Please don’t let me open my eyes and not see what I think I’ll see. I’ll go ‘round the twist if I don’t. Merlin, please? Sleepy brown eyes opened… focused… and melted all in the space of a heartbeat. He was there, he was real – last night wasn’t just a dream. Harry had come home to her, stayed the night with her, made love to her with a joy that she hadn’t felt from him before. And she knew, right there and then, that it was over. The war was over. Her Harry had come home. With trembling fingers, she lifted her hand to his face, fingertips whispering over his brow. His hand, warm and real, covered hers and with one word… one whispered word… her world became whole once more. “Harry.” Let's waste time “Harry,” she whispered, her eyes saying everything else that needed to be said at that very moment of time. “Ginny, I’m here. It’s over. Voldemort’s dead and I’m here and it’s over and I’m never leaving you again.” His voice was husky with sleep and emotion, his green gaze searching hers, diving into the depths of her eyes. “It’s… it’s over, Harry? For good? You’re really here, you’re really home, you really Apparated into this room last night and loved me and held me and…” Harry stopped Ginny’s superfluous flow of words with his mouth, leaning down and taking her lips in a hungry, tempestuous kiss. He could feel the tightly-wound spring that she kept held in the pit of her stomach slowly unravel as she leaned into his strong, lean form, their hearts and souls being poured into that one meeting of lips. They were pressed, skin to skin, heart to heart. Never-ending. Harry broke the kiss, leaning back slowly with a tantalizing, teasing bite to her lower lip, smiling down into her eyes. “Ginny, there’s something I want to say to you, and I want you to just let me say it, and not go interrupting me like some nutter.” That earned him a sharp slap to the stomach and a narrow-eyed gaze from the redhead in his arms, but it had got her attention all the same. “Gin, four bloody years it’s taken for me to be able to lie in this bed with you at night and still be here in the morning. Four sodding years. Four years of jinxes and hexes and searching and fighting and wondering if I’d live or die.” “Harry…” “Shhh, Gin. Let me finish.” He put a finger to her lips to keep her quiet as he continued. “Four years of all that shite, and you know what got me through? You. Knowing you were here, waiting for me, even though I knew you probably wanted to tell me to sod off every time I told you to stay behind. And four years is long enough, bloody long enough, for me to keep from asking you this.” Taking her hand, he kissed it and brought it to his chest, holding it there as he spoke from his heart. “I love you. Will you marry me, Gin?” Forget what we're told Family and friends gathered together to watch as Ginny joined her life to Harry’s completely, as it had been meant to be since the beginning of time. And as the wizard who had performed the ceremony told Harry that he could kiss his bride… somewhere, high above the garden and the assembled loved ones… those that had been lost in the war smiled. If I lay here A/N: For quite some time, I was unhappy with this piece of fluffy goodness, but with the help of my utterly awesome, total piece-of-greatness beta-mum, OHGinnyfan, it is now palatable and, I think, a good piece of fic. I hope you enjoyed my little foray into Harry and Ginny’s life after the war, tiny as it was. Thanks, and please review! Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all related to Harry Potter. This is JKR’s sandbox, I just play in it from time to time. Song Info: The song noted here in this fic is “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol, lyrics by Lightbody. The song can be found on their “Eyes Open” album, copyright 2006 Polydor Ltd. Visit Snow Patrol at www.snowpatrol.com. This was used strictly as inspiration only, and not for profit in any way, shape or form. |