In honour of Harry's 31st Birthday, I wrote this. I know, I posted a little late, but it still counts, right?
Anyhow, I'm tired, so it might not be great, plus I wrote it in 10 minutes.
Hope it makes someone smile!
The Birthday Wish
"Harry," Ginny said, her voice like honey upon his ear.
He stirred, then looked up at her, her chocolaty eyes glistening as she smiled. "Hey," he said, his voice groggy, considering he'd just awoken. "What time is it?"
"About noon."
He laughed, "I've slept until noon?"
She grinned sweetly, her peachy lips curling upwards. "Indeed you did." Suddenly, her eyes, so full of blissful joy turned worrisome.
"What?" Harry asked, looking concerned.
"I was gonna do something … what was it?"
Harry gazed at her inquisitively as she got up and looked under the bed.
"Oh yeah, I was going to give you this." She placed a present on his lap. It was long and wrapped beautifully. His hands ran over it, causing the paper to make a crinkling sound. "Go on," she said encouragingly, "Open it. You know you want to."
He smiled. His hands ran up to the bow, undoing it, then tearing the paper off whatever lay beneath it, and, what did he know, a broomstick was underneath, all shiny and new. This must've cost them a fortune, he thought as he looked at the glistening wood that had Firebolt etched into the side.
Lost for words, he beamed up at her. The two had gone to hell and back together, and now, everything was … perfect. Nothing could be better. Miraculously, he'd survived the greatest battle of all time, and now, he had the chance to live a perfect life.
Their eyes met and he was reminded of why he was meant to survive that war; not merely for all the witches and wizards around the globe, not just for Ron, Hermione and the rest of his friend, but for Ginny. For her delightful smile that came out even in the saddest of times, for her soft, silky, ivory skin that gave him chills whenever it touched his, for her eyes, so vibrant that they practically gave off light, for her hair, which had a scent that could either pull him from any daze or send him off into one, and for her kiss, which made his heart beat faster and faster beyond his control.
"So, Harry Potter, what are you going to wish for on your eighteenth birthday?"
His teeth clamped on his lip as he wandered off into deep thought. What was he going to wish for?
Then, he leaned up, and gave her a light-as-air kiss. He was perfect for her, she was perfect for him, there was nothing more he could ask for.