Hogwarts: A Happily Ever After

Chapter Five: We Meet Again

Chapter 6:

We Meet Again

Harry stood at the gates to Hogwarts, nervously fingering the cuffs of his robe. It’d been too long since he’d seen Ginny, or Ron and Hermione for that matter – but mainly Ginny. Kreacher had come and told him Ginny had been hurt, but his Misses – Alannah, had fixed her up. He’d thought to all the people he’d seen over the last week. Kingsley, the Creevey’s, Lavender, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, Healer Estel, Headmistress.. The list seemed too long, and void of those he really wanted to see: The Weasley’s, Hermione, and Teddy. The week after he spoke to Kingsley seemed to drag on, yet go so fast. He placed his hand on the gate, as the Headmistress told him to, and it opened for him. The warming sensation that went through his body at the contact was strange; it felt like a hug from a close friend after a long separation. He followed the path up to the castle. He looked sadly at what use to be doors, but was now just a gaping hole in the castle. He walked straight to the Great Hall, it was breakfast time. A hushed silence fell over the tables when Harry entered; he cursed himself for not bringing his cloak. No one seemed to be sitting at their house tables; everyone just sat where there was an open spot. His eyes hungrily searched the tables for the one person he needed to see: Ginny. She hadn’t noticed the silence yet, her eyes were still on her food, pushing it lazily around her plate. Harry cast his patronous and sent the great stag after her, watching as it laid its wispy head on her shoulder. She looked up at the light, and he watched amused as her eyes searched the hall hungrily, just as his did. When their eyes met, his face split in to a goofy grin. He knew the whole hall was watching, he didn’t care.

He watched as she got up, striding quickly towards him – he quickly followed suit. They met at the halfway point, Ginny threw herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair. Their lips met, and Harry felt his heart soar, the beast inside him purred. Just as their lips met, the whole hall stood, clapping, cheering, and wolf whistles all in unison. Ginny smiled against his lips at their friends and family.

Harry Potter! What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” screeched Molly Weasley very disapprovingly. Ginny pecked his lips one more time, dropping from his waist. She whirled to face her mother, who by now was red in the face, placed her hand on her hip and in a matched Molly Weasley shrill, screeched across the hall, “He’s snogging his girlfriend, what’s it look like mum?” The silence fell over the hall again. Harry sneaked a peak at Molly, then glanced at the rest of the family. Percy, Bill and Charlie looked livid, Ron blushed. George, who he knew had been distraught, threw his head back and laughed. All eyes turned to George in an instant, as did Molly’s. George laughed clutching his sides, and quickly falling back, off of the bench.

“HE’S SNOGGING.. HARRY POTTERS SNOGGING..HAHAHA..SNOGGING GINNY..HAHAHA! AND HES SCARED! HE KILLED TOM RIDDLE..AND HES SCARED OF MY MUM HAHAHAHA!” George gasped for air, laughing wildly.

“He’s gone mental” whispered Ron to Hermione sadly. She shook her head in agreement. Harry and Ginny had walked over to them, hand in hand and sat next to Ron, directly across from Molly. He glanced up at Molly again, shamefaced. She instantly softened. “Well, alright then!” She pulled her husband up from next to her and snogged him senseless, despite the cries of “MUM!”, “EW!” “Bloody hell!”. Arthur sat back down, dumbstruck. “There! Now that we’ve all got the post-war snogging out, maybe we can act like grown wizards and witches! I expect the both of you not to go gallivanting in public!” Georges laughter had paused at his mother snogging his father. His eyes had searched the halls for someone, finding her with her family at the Slytherin table. Pulling himself up off the floor, he ran over two tables, knocking things everywhere, coming up shortly behind the one he sought. His hand reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned, he bowed deeply, held his hand out and professed, “May I have the honor of snogging your daughter, mam?” Mrs. Johnson looked bewildered, but she sought her daughter’s eyes and when she nodded, Mrs. Johnson replied, “Okay?” George jumped over the table, picked Angelina up kissed her. Then all hell broke loose. Some people started crying, some laughing, but many running around trying to find the one they wished to share the moment with. After several minutes, Headmistress stood up.