A/N: I thought I would right a Hinny fic… Just because.
I do not own any of the characters, everything is owned by J.K Rowling.
Enjoy.
Ginny scratched her head, and stretched before letting her eyes flutter open. The early morning sun gently shone through her curtains and rested onto her bed. The warmth of the sun caressed her cheeks as she smiled and pulled herself up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Ginny raked a hand through her hair and pulled it up into a high pony tail. She looked over at Hermione's bed and her eyes opened wide.
Hermione wasn't there, and in her place was a shirtless skinny boy with scruffy black hair sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open. What the fuck is Harry doing here? Ginny thought, slipping a dressing down on to cover her low cut vest.
She was conflicted between waking him and watching him sleep. He looked younger sleeping, all the worries and stress of defeating Voldemort gone. Ginny admired the way the sun rested on his muscular back through a slit in the curtain and made his skin glow. She couldn't help herself as her mind swam with thoughts of her hands grazing down his back as he kissed her neck.
She shook the thoughts away and decided to wake him. She slipped off the bed and kneeled down, shaking his shoulder gently. "Harry…" She whispered. Harry jerked awake and pulled Ginny across his and rolled over, ending up on top of her. "Ginny?" He looked down, confused. Ginny was blushing and Harry could feel himself doing the same.
He looked into her small round eyes and had the sudden urge to kiss her. "Er, Harry, you're still on me." Ginny squeaked. "Shit, sorry Ginny." Harry pulled her up with him and the two stood looking at each other in silence. "W-what are you doing here?" Ginny forced herself to brake from looking into his eyes. "Erm, Hermione and Ron wanted a bit of quality time, I tried to ask you to see if it was okay but I didn't want to wake you, you looked so cute." Harry blinked a few times. "I, er, I mean peaceful."
Ginny looked down at his bare chest and then to his boxers. It didn't leave much to imagination. Harry seemed suddenly realise he was so naked and pulled on the jeans next to Hermione's makeshift bed.
"Her Gin, fancy some quidditch later?" Harry asked her. Ginny nodded, "Sure, but can I please not go with Hermione again… She isn't very good on a broom." Harry laughed. "You can go with me; we'll thrash Ron and Hermione, they'll probably be distracted by each other anyway." Harry smirked.
Ginny punched him playfully. "That's gross Harry." Harry shook his head smiling. "Come on, all they want to do now is fuck." Ginny grimaced. "I don't want to think about my brother having sex Harry." She laughed. Harry shrugged and pulled on a shirt, before attempting to comb through his hair with his hand but it was as scruffy as before.
"Come on, I bet your mum made breakfast." Harry smiled pushing Ginny towards the door.
A/N: First ever Hinny fic I've written so, sorry if it's shit.
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