Ginny's Freckles
By HPFangirl71
Harry sat up wide awake, mentally connecting the freckles on top of Ginny's bare shoulder. He bent down to lay his lips upon those sweet little spots. Ginny rustled sleepily at his touch. His fingers wandering lazily up and down her equally freckled thigh. Suddenly she was awake and whispering.
"Feeling frisky, are we?"
"I'm always frisky lying next to you."
"You'd think you'd be used to it by now."
"I could never get used to being so perfectly happy."
Yes, Harry was finally happy. Here there was no more evil. Just the beautiful woman he loved… Freckles and all.