~Just a little somthing~

Harry and Ginny, on a night out, are playing a little drama peace. One-shot.

~BEGIN~

Harry and Ginny walked on the snowy hills, just outside Hogsmeade. You could see the sun go under in the distant. They walked hand in hand, both slightly cold. It was their seventh year and despite an attempt to kill Voldemort last year, Voldemort was still getting stronger. If Voldemort wasn't going to be stopped this year, it would most probably mean the end of the magical world as we know it.

As Harry looked sideways to Ginny's beautiful face, his eyes went from her hair till her eyes and saw -with shock- that she was crying. He turned towards her and asked:

"What's wrong, dear?"

"Nothing…" Ginny said untruthfully.

Harry looked her deep in to her eyes.

"It's just… It's just- what if we don't make it? In the end? What if we die? What if we never are going to be able to create a family or-or fight-"

"Why would we fight Ginny dear?"

"I don't know, it just seems so cute y' know…"

"Enlighten me."

"It just seems so cute to fight about litlle things and then make an extremely dramatic make-up." Ginny said and she smiled slightly although her tears were still dropping down from her dark, big brown eyes until her nice shaped chin.

"Well, if that makes you happy…" Harry said, with a small smile, "We can fight over a little thing right now and-"

"Have a big, dramatic make-up?" said Ginny with a big smile and Harry could her the enthousiam in her voice.

"And have a dramatic make-up, exactly." said Harry, trying to understand why that would be so cute.

Ginny's tears seem to have vanished in a flash.

"Harry, look at your shoes, they are so dirty! Can't you ever wash your shoes, you pig!"

Harry was so struck by this comment, he just stood there, speechless.

"I'm serious! You're disgusting! Oh my- look at your hair! In the name of Merlin- just TRY and camb your hair for once! I will NOT gonna spend the rest of my life with such a disgusting worthless human being like you! For Albus's sake, you can't even clean you shoes!"

"Hey! Mind your words my hair has always been so untidy! Its not me fault! And… well… what about you then?" he added, quite angrily.

"What about me?"

"Can't you ever- ever- you- look at your- your-" but as Harry looked at Ginny from head till toes, he couldn't find anything that was wrong, she was just too perfect.

"Well… what about me?" asked Ginny inpatiently.

"Nothing, I wanted to say somthing insulting about how you dress, about your make-up, or hair, or SOMTHING. But I couldn't find anything… your perfect, every little de-tail about you is perfect. I just- I love you."

Ginny stared at him and her eyes started to tear again, but, as Harry looked more intently, he saw that they were happy tears.

"Wow, that's a beautiful make-up for a fake little fight" said Ginny with a small smile. Harry laughed.

"I love you too, Harry." Ginny said.

"I know, dear."

They gave each other a small kiss and walked further on the snowy hills. The sun had gone under and there were now a few stars blinking in the dark sky.

~FIN~

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