Harry strode across the room to an open door leading off the Room of Requirement and checked the bathroom beyond. It was empty.
"You're sure they said bath-?"
But then his scar seared and the Room of Requirement vanished. He was looking through the high wrought-iron gates with winged boats on pillars at either side, looking through the dark grounds toward the castle, which was ablaze with lights. Nagini lay draped over his shoulders. He was possessed of that cold, cruel sense of purpose that preceded murder.
-End of Chapter 30, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling
Harry fought with his mind to keep control, and once he was able to open his eyes again, he realised there were only him and Ginny in the Room. The last time they had been alone, he had received the best kiss of his life. Somehow he knew that this time things would go very differently. She had come closer to him when it had seemed he would fall on the floor, but now she was distant again. Her back was on the wall near the door, and her arms were crossed. She was angry, in general, and specifically with him, of that he had no doubt.
Harry's hand was already on the handle, he was resigned to getting out without saying a word, but his traitorous mind needed to sneak one last look at her. Her flaming red hair mesmerized him as usual, but this time it wasn't enough to completely distract him from his biggest current worry. He needed to keep her safe. The hurt in her eyes when he had deprived her of his support with her family was worth it, it had to be. But deep down he knew he was fooling himself, that Ginny would find a way to escape her sanctuary. And maybe that was why he had to say something before he immersed himself in the chaos of the impending battle.
"Don't hate me," he whispered, pleading with her. She tensed.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't even if I tried." her voice was harsh and cold. It made him want to cry. If that was the last thing he ever heard her say, his would be a much worse death than anticipated.
"Gin…" he wanted to look in her bright brown eyes and yet was glad to not be facing her, his eyes firmly pointed to the door in front of him. Otherwise, he didn't know if he would be able to not take her and run away from the hell that was coming. What a nice foolish thought it was. Harry and Ginny, the rest of the world be damned.
"Am I so pathetic in your eyes?"
"Please," he had told her once she was the strongest person he knew, he still had no doubts about that, she needed to know that, "we both know I'm perfectly aware you are a better duelist than the majority of the people out there."
It was true. Harry would've loved to have a practical, logical, excuse to not make her fight, but since when Harry Potter was that lucky?
"Then why can't I fight?" she was angry, but he could take angry Ginny, it was the cold one that made him want to crawl in a hole and cry.
"Because you are not the people out there. Not to me." he wondered how could she not understand that. Should he tell her about the hours spent looking at her dot on the Map? Whishing she was safe? Wishing he could see her again at least one last time? "If something happened to you, then what would be the point in all of this?"
Because in the end, that was the real reason. He wasn't as selfless as everybody made him out to be. He would always choose her over the rest of the world.
"One of these days, you'll have to accept that you are not the people out there for me too. And yet, I'm not begging you to not fight."
"It's different." it was so different. He couldn't be Harry, he needed to be the Chose One. But if Ginny were to be in danger…
"It really isn't." her tone final. He knew he would eventually find himself begging her to come back into the Room, and he knew it wouldn't work. "Oh and, Harry, do not dare die. I'm quite looking forward to the groveling and pleading you'll have to do when this is all over." a small smile appeared on his lips, he really couldn't help it.
Harry opened the door, the shouting from the outside world filled his ears, and while his stomach clenched in fear urging him to bring the petite red-headed a few steps behind him as far away as possible from the battle, he thought that after all, the fact that he would never be able to convince her, was one of the reasons why he was so stupidly in love with her.
Seems like Harry knew how to give that little extra confidence to some Weasleys in the family.
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Harry: I saw a poster announcing tests for the Holyhead Harpies.
Ginny: Yeah, it opens when some of them retires.
Harry: So you’re going to try to it?
Ginny: Now what, would you be my agent?
Harry: I’m not joking.
Ginny:
Harry: I’m going to get that poster…
Ginny: Why?
Harry: Hi, can I get one poster, please?
the store owner: Harry Potter! Thank you for everything, all the news telling us is finally over! Come in! Come in!
(several minutes later)
the owner: Do you need anything else, Harry?
Harry: Just the poster, really.
the owner: I can’t believe Harry Potter in my store!
Harry: Now you have all the info, if you ever decide…
Ginny: You didn’t have to do this. Literally, I know all this information by heart.
“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
the hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”
When embarrassment from years ago is nothing more than a fond memory now that her crush was all hers, slow dancing with her.
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Ginny: I know you hate this, but I’ve always wanted to dance with you like this, to be your date in a party…
Harry: I don’t hate this.
Ginny: I remember closing my eyes, listening to this song and wondering how would it be to kiss you and run my fingers through your hair, to look so close into your eyes
Harry: … as green as a fresh pickled toad…
Ginny:
Harry: I’ll never forget it.
Ginny: Whatever. Who’s laughing now?
“Harry was sitting beside the window in the common room, supposedly finishing his Herbology homework but in reality relieving a particularly happy hour he had spent down by the lake with Ginny at lunch-time…”
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The reason why I think Harry thought of Ginny before he went to die is because she helped him relief the weight of the world on his shoulders, especially with her lips.
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Ginny: Come here. Just follow my lead and don’t be so desperated, you won’t die tomorrow.
Harry: You can’t be so sure about that.
Ginny: While you’re kissing me no one’s going to hurt you, alright? Relax…
“It made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making him happier than he could remember being for a very long time, rather than because he had been involved in horrific scenes of Dark magic.” HP6
-
“Hey, I’m heading to the common room.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I still have like 39 pages.”
Missing moment after Harry and Ginny’s first kiss.
Harry first time snogging Ginny in a secluded place. He hoped that being in love with her and trying to kiss her deeply could compensate any clumsiness or lack of a more refined technique. Either way she couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
-
“Hey. That’s not how you actually want to kiss me, isn’t it?”
“I just want to kiss you.”
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