He moved closer, she felt his hair with it's rough texture under her fingertips. It was rough but aslo so smooth in some way. Her own hair glowed in the light from the sunset. She moved even closer, she just wanted to stay here right beside him and never walk away. Slowly but surely it was turning darker, now the sun had gone down behind the hill. She made a move to stand up but he wouldn't let her.
Don't leave, he mumbled.
I have to, she wispered. But he didn't let go.
I have to go, she repeated. He loosened his hold on her waist and let her slowly stand up.
I don't want to go either, she wispered quietly.
But you have to, he repeated with a small smile.
Yes, she said and smiled back. He looked so content lying there looking sleepy. If I didn't have to leave, she thought regretfully. Suddenly he reached out for her and drew her next to him. She felt his breath on her cheek. She didn't dare to breath. She hoped...
Good night, he said quietly and moved his lips over her cheek.
Good night...
Slowly she walked out of the room and into her own. She laid down on the bed and pressed her face into her pillow and hugged herself. If he only knew, she thought. If he only knew how much I... love him. She barely dared to admit it to herself, bu she acctually loved him. But to admit it made it so real, so important in some way. Oh, how she longed to talk to someone who understood, someone who also felt this way... With those thoughts running around in her head Ginny Weasley didn't fall asleep until much later, far into the night...