Disclaimer: Hey, guess what? I don't own Harry Potter. Shocking, isn't it?

A/N: Wow, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Let me start off my apologizing for the delay. This little thing called life started happening, and it really threw me off my game. Thanks so much to all my reviewers, you made me go all warm and fuzzy inside. As requested, I am adding one more chapter to this fic, to kind of wrap everything up. I also need to include a little warning before this chapter, because it may delve a little bit into PG-13, I'm not entirely sure, so I'm going to put it just to be safe. It's short and sweet, and very fluffy!

The Perfect Fit

Harry, the Boy Who Loved

Harry gazed down at the bundle of beauty curled up and drowsing peacefully in the seat next to him. Ginny, his girlfriend. The word still had a foreign ring to it in his mind. He would have to practice it a lot when he got to school, Harry thought with a grin. He still couldn't believe the summer was already over, but the rhythmic churning of the train and the occasional grunting snores from Neville as he slept on the seat across from him told him it was true.

Just then, the Hogwarts Express gave a particularly jarring jerk and Ginny jolted awake, her honey brown eyes snapping open.

"Are we there yet?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"No, love. About another fifteen minutes. We should probably head towards the prefect department, though. Wouldn't want the ickle firsties to mill about without direction."

"Let them suffer," Ginny groaned, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist and snuggling deeper into his warmth.

"You dare defy the Head Boy?" Harry joked, pointing to his new badge.

The fiery red head gave her boyfriend a cheeky grin. "Yes, I do," she stated simply.

"Insubordination..." Harry murmured, and then brought his lips down to Ginny's for a kiss.

At first their kiss was gentle, but tenderness quickly gave way to passion. Harry pressed his body closer to Ginny's, slowly laying her across the seats.

Ginny loved the feeling of Harry on top of her. She felt safe and secure and—

"Mmm," she moaned, as Harry kissed a path to the hollow of her throat. She ran a hand through Harry's messy raven hair, bringing his mouth back to hers. Now it was Harry's turn to groan as Ginny—

"Don't you two ever stop!" a voice exploded from the doorway.

The two lovebirds quickly sprung apart to opposite sides of the compartment, staring down at their rumpled clothing guiltily. Harry looked up tentatively to see Ron in the doorway, and a flustered Hermione behind him.

Harry grinned at his friend. "You shouldn't be one to talk, Ron. Passion Pink is not your color..."

Ron looked confused for a moment, and then slapped a hand over his mouth to hide the incriminating evidence of exactly what he and Hermione had been doing on their "patrol."

"Hermione!" Ron's muffled voice said as he furiously wiped at his mouth. "Since when do you where lipstick?"

The bushy haired girl blushed and smiled apologetically. "Anyway," she said, quickly changing the subject. "We really should head towards the front of the train. We're nearly to Hogwarts..."

The two couples made their way out of the compartment, wondering at Neville's ability to sleep through all the racket.

When the train stopped the four quickly got all of the first years sorted, directing them towards the familiar calls of Hagrid. Once the bustle was over with they made their way over to the carriages to join Neville and Luna.

As the carriages rocked gently back and forth across the terrain Harry thought of how much his life had changed just in the last month. He had lost so much; Cedric, his parents, Sirius...but still he was happy. And it all came down to the gorgeous red head sitting next to him. Ginny. With her he wasn't the boy who lived, he was the boy who loved. He wasn't sure what love felt like exactly, but looking at her, he was pretty sure this was it. He smiled down at her, and intertwined his fingers with her. Her small hand lay just right inside his larger one, and his smile widened. They really were the perfect fit.

A/N: So! What do you think? I know it's short, but there wasn't really much else to tell. I'm thinking about doing a sequel, after all, the course of true love never does run smoothly. Let me know! Review Review Review!!