After the Battle

Chapter 1

THIS IS SIMPLY A WORK OF FANFICTION AND IS NOT APPROVED OR ENDORSED BY J.K.ROWLING. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING, ALL CREDIT TO J.K.ROWLING FOR CREATING SUCH A BRILLIANT SERIES.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------'Don't tell anyone. they don't need to know', she whispered into my ear as I apparated into her kitchen.

'I guess i'll see you in the morning then?' CRACK. Damn it that was Ron and Hermione. I didn't even get to kiss her again. Hermione was crying but Ginny was already there soothing her.

'What if it doesn't work?', she sobbed.

'It will, it will', Ginny said softly as she soothed her. CRACK, Molly and Arthur.

'Don't say anything', Hermione warned as she wiped her eyes and put on a brave face.

'I'll come with you, if you want?', I mouthed across the room, 'They should spend time together, as a family. Now that he's gone.'

'Thank you', she mouthed back and a weak smiloe settled on her face. Molly was crying hysterically into Ginny's arms by now when- CRACK, George. He looked pale, white, emotionless. Molly broke free of Ginny's grasp and ran to hug him. He didn't move but tears started to stream silently down his face.

'Go upstairs, i'll bring you a warm drink', Molly said to Fred. He turned and slowly walked up the stairs as if it took all of the effort in the world. Molly's gaze followed him until he was out of sight and went to make a drink. 

'Let me do that, Mrs Weasley', Hermione offered. Molly didn't reply but pulled out a chair and sat down whilst Hermione set to work, offering drinks, boiling water and finding teabags. When she was finished Molly wordlessly picked up George's drink and tred up the stairs, much in the same fashion as George had five minutes previously. 

 It remained awkwardly silent for a long time and then Ron, who had been particularly quiet said, ' I'm going to bed, long day and all....' 

'Harry, maybe we had better get going too?' asked Hermione

'Yeah', I replied, 'Better had.'

'Don't be stupid mate, you can stay here. Can't they Gin?' Ron said sleepily.

'Yeah', said Ginny, 'Course you can.' She gave me a little smile, not enough for anyone else to even notice but enough for me to know what she meant.'Harry, would you be able to give me a hand with the spare matress for Hermione?' Hermione gave me a knowing smile, perhaps Ginny hadn't been so subtle.

'Ginny, are you really worried about using underage magic after the way you just fought out there....' He trailed off as Mrs Weasley was walking down the stairs.

'Of course she is Ronald. Oh, and thank you Harry dear, for giving Ginny a hand.

'No problem, Mrs Weasley', at least she's not mad, I though to myself. She doesn't think the battle was my fault.

'Come on then, upstairs you lot', said Mr Weasley who had been drifting off to sleep on his cup of tea. We all trudged up the stairs except for Ginny who had a little spring in her step.

As I followed her into her room, Ron said, 'Eh, where you going mate?'

'Help Ginny with the matress, i'll be through in a minute', I replied.

'Can't Hermionie do that?' He asked.

'Come on', she said to Ron, rolling her eyes, 'Harry will be back in a minute.' I grinned at her and she just tutted under her breath saying something like, 'emotional capacity of a teaspoon'. I chuckled a little and pushed open Ginny's bedroom door.

She was just levitating the matress when I said, 'Oi, thought I was supposed to be doing that'.

She shook her head, 'No, thats what they are supposed to think you're doing. What you're actually going to be doing, is this'. She wrapped her arms around my neck and softly kissed my lips. I kissed her back, harder this time.

She pulled away and grinned, 'Finally', she sighed.