A/N: so... it was raining on the day I wrote it (mostly done in last period bio on a Thursday afternoon) and I was feeling fluffy. I LOVE ginny in this! She has a good mix of spunk and innocent beauty. I wish I was like her. Thank you to Jana for reading this first and giving me all the positive feedback an author could ask for!
My Fairy
"Damn" she swore. It would rain on the afternoon she had decided to sneak out of the house. No matter how big the Burrow might be, sometimes a girl just has to get away. Harry and Hermione had arrived the night before and, as much as she loved her brother's best friends (hell, she was dating one of them) sometimes molly went a little overboard in her welcome and concern.
She got up from the mossy riverbank where she had been napping when she had been so rudely interrupted by the sudden torrential downpour. Pushing her sopping, red hair out of her eyes, she almost dropped the handful of daises she had idly picked while wandering across the orchard earlier that afternoon. Reaching up, she gently touched the crown of wildflowers she had made, finding it slightly wilted but, on the whole, intact.
She began the long trudge back to the house, becoming, as if she was not already, thoroughly drenched.
Arriving, back at the Burrow, she set herself about the task of sneaking back into the building. She has snuck out through Harry's bedroom window. She appreciated her forethought in leaving it cracked a little bit. She would go in the same way she came out.
Pulling the window open, she tumbled onto his bed, tangling herself up in her limbs, his bedclothes and, once again, managing to allow her hair to obscure her vision.
"Fuck" she cursed, once again. She untangled herself from his various pillows and blankets and, yet again, pushed her tangled hair out of her face. She lay down on her back among the pillows and blankets that now littered his once neat bed.
A soft chuckle from the end of the bed startled her into sitting bolt upright. As she saw her messy-haired boyfriend, she lay back down in relief.
"Damn, you scared me" she said, placing her hands over her heart. He chuckled again and moved to flop down next to her, his arm draping across her middle so that he could intertwine his fingers with the ones on her opposite hand.
"I saw you sneaking out earlier and then back again this afternoon. I assumed you would return the way you left. I can only hope your departure was a bit more on the graceful side."
She giggled softly at this and he brought their intertwined hands up to her face so that he could brush the back of his fingers against her heavily freckled cheek. After carefully placing their hands on her abdomen, he turned his body towards hers so that he might look at her face.
"I watched you coming across the orchard. You looked like fae, with your chestnut hair darkened by the rain, your wilted bouquet of wildflowers and, most of all, your crown."
"A fairy" she mused.
He leaned over to brush his lips gently against hers. "Yes. A fairy. My fairy."
A/N: I realized that ginny likes to swear and push her hair out of her eyes and harry likes to chuckle… oh well.