Moonlight
"Don't go," Ginny pleads, her eyes watering, body shaking, and her breath fragmented.
Harry takes her face in his hands and leans in, giving her a soft sweet kiss on her lips. He doesn't want to go, he wanted to stay like this forever. Ginny shifted beside him, her body curving perfectly to his. His heart beat fast and his body felt eletric as his bare skin touched Ginny's.
"I don't want to go," Harry says. "But I have to, if there's ever going to be a possibility between us, I have to finish him." The rest of the night is silent, illuminated by moonlight as it hits the contours of Harry's face.
Ginny sighs and smiles. She understands, at least she wants to. She trace's Harry's scar with her fingertip, almost feeling the hurt that he felt, the need that he feels to finish Voldemort. She nods.
"I know," she whispers. And she tries to remember this little piece of paradise, to hold on to in case he never comes back.
