Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns them.
"Where's Ginny?" Harry asked as he scraped the last of Mrs. Weasley's Shepard's pie off his plate.
It was a warm night in early June and he and Ron had just come back from Auror training. They shared a flat in London now, but still found themselves back at the Burrow most weeknights.
"It's such a nice night, she left to take a walk just before you arrived," Mrs. Weasley answered and nodded towards the back door. She took his plate from him and placed it in the sink where it instantly began to wash itself.
He kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek, thanking her for dinner as he left Ron to his third plateful and went out in search of his girlfriend.
It was a nice night out, he thought to himself as he squinted in the light of the full moon.
He found her twirling in the open field behind the house. Her sweater had slipped from her shoulders to hang loosely at her elbows and her laughter echoed around him.
She was surrounded by what could have been a hundred fireflies.
Harry stood in awe as he watched her, the moon was shining off her hair and her summer dress blew in the soft breeze. His heart ached for a moment, thinking of all they'd been through. The war had taken its toll on all of them. Who knew that after all that pain there could be moments like this? Of just being? Harry knew he would always picture her like this - lovely and free and completely…Ginny. Even when they were old and gray, he would see her with the wind in her hair and her eyes alight with fireflies.
She stopped suddenly, lifting her hands so that the lightning bugs could land for a moment before taking flight again. It was then that she saw him.
"Harry!"
Her smile nearly knocked him out, but he managed to take a step forward. She was out of breath and as he drew closer to her he could see that her cheeks were pink.
She was beautiful.
"Harry?" She repeated when he remained silent. "What is it?"
He stopped in front of her, staring into her deep brown eyes as the fireflies continued to blink around them.
"It's you," he answered. "You look as if you could take flight and join them."
She smiled softly at him. "Would you go with me?"
"Anywhere."
"We could you know," she said, looking about the field. "Hop on a couple of brooms…go where the fireflies go. Together."
"Together." Harry held out his hand to her.
She took it, stepping closer to him just as two of the tiny flies landed on their joined hands. They stayed there for several heart beats, and then lifted their wings to speed off into the night.
Still holding his hand, Ginny lifted her face up to watch them.
"I love you," Harry said, without any hesitation.
A soft noise escaped Ginny's mouth and when she returned her gaze to his it was that same blazing look that met him.
"I love you, too."
He pulled her towards him. In that moment, in a field surrounded by fireflies and wrapped up in Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter felt that they were magic. They were flying fire.