Cheers
"Wotcher, Red!"
Ginny Weasley smiled and turned towards the familiar voice before she opened her eyes. Smiling down at her from behind those coke-bottle frames and mess of black hair was the saviour of the world: Harry Potter. His bowtie was undone and his suit was askew and somewhere along the lines he'd lost his shoes, but none the less he looked incredibly dashing.
Knowing he was under surveillance, Harry spun around, holding a drink in each hand, and gave her one of his stupid lopsided grins. "Nodding off?" he asked and held out a flute of champagne. "This shindig's for us, ya know."
Rolling her eyes, Ginny accepted the glass and smirked back at him. "I'm not nodding off," she assured him. "Just getting away from all the pats on the back and the congratulating and being forced to smile."
"But you have a wonderful smile," he said and promptly dropped onto the floor next to her, his own champagne glass narrowly keeping all its contents. "And they're just trying to be nice. They don't know what to say."
Ginny hummed as she sipped the bubbly drink, lowering the glass to show her lack of enthusiasm. "Well, I swear I'll hex the next person who says 'a shame your brother can't be here' or 'you'll be fine' or 'at least there's one left'-."
"Hey. Hey! Gin, listen to me," Harry said, taking hold of her free hand and looking at her with such a strong emotion behind his lenses that she couldn't help looking back. "It is a shame the physicality's missing. But that doesn't mean he's not here. Okay? Don't let something you can't control change the night, Gin. For me? Or, if not for me, then for George."
She studied him. Every dark strand of hair, those no longer matching eyebrows (one was split with a scar from the "final battle" as people were calling it), those green orbs that were pleading with her to not dwell on the past, and that strong chin that was just starting to show stubble again. That was one of the things she'd liked most about him. After the striking eyes and straight teeth, it was his jawline-his chin-that always drew her to him.
For good measure, she kissed him on the chin, making him smile. "You, sir, are slightly drunk," she informed him.
He grinned. "Well you, madam, need to catch up!"
Ginny giggled and he touched his nose to hers. "Alright. Alright," she said wrinkling her nose at him, then she gave him a sly smile. "Only if you promise we can sneak away once I've caught up."
Harry lifted his hand to cover his heart and swear solemnly, not caring that he still held her hand, and lifted his drink high in the other. "On my honor as lead auror at the Ministry of Magic! I promise we'll be out of here staggeringly fast."
"Or fastly staggering," Ginny countered with another giggle, then shifted so she was leaning partially against his shoulder. "Alright. I accept."
"Brilliant," Harry announced, holding his champagne towards her.
Ginny clinked her glass against his. "Bottoms up, Mr Potter. And congratulations on your new wife."
"Aye, bottoms up, Mrs. Potter," he agreed. "And congratulations on your new husband."
A/N: I was never that into the Harry/Ginny love story, but that's probably because we were so focused on him going up against Voldemort and Ginny was a little bland until book five, and then it was all about her being with other guys... Anyway, decided I'd peek into their lives a little, just to see if I could peg any form of connection between them, and this is what happened! I can honestly say I'm rather pleased how it came out.