DISCLAIMER: These things are bad for my ego, you know.
A/N: This is set during Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione's "seventh" year, after the trio comes back...after TDH. Based on the song What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. (Which, obviously, I don't own. :) )
Harry Potter furrowed his brow, contemplating the ridiculous (albeit slightly harder to answer than he'd expected) question that his girlfriend had just posed. Ginny squirmed, tilting her chin up where her head was resting in the hollow of his shoulder, biting her lip nervously.
He twirled a lock of copper red hair through his fingers, as she looked up at him expectantly. They lay in the soft late-summer grass on the grounds of Hogwarts, which teemed with students lazing around after lessons chatting with friends and generally more happy and at peace than they had been in many years.
Harry decided finally that this called for some stalling, and watching his girlfriend's ivory teeth tug at her coral-pink lower lip instantly wasn't helping him gather his muddled thoughts into anything comprehensive. He dipped his head to press kisses to her slightly open mouth, distracting her briefly.
As Harry's tongue begged entrance to her mouth, Ginny pulled away, indignant.
"Really, Harry! If I had known you wouldn't know what to say, I wouldn't have asked. You aren't making me feel any better about it," she said, a bit hurt.
Harry sighed. "It's not that...it's just...I don't really know how to - Oh, bugger this, I'm making it worse, aren't I?" he grumbled.
Ginny granted a reluctant smile. "It's a simple question, Harry. You say you love me - Why?"
Harry blushed, finding it easier to train his eyes on the sky, a periwinkle that looked to be the texture of satin, than at the girl in his arms.
"Gin, you're...you're funny - you always have some quick remark. You're kind and compassionate, and you're sweet and genuine and you have a certain...integrity that a lot of girls don't. And you're beautiful," he added with a warm, almost dreamy smile, his eyes drifting closed.
"How?" Ginny blurted.
"Huh?"
"How? I mean...what...what makes me beautiful?" she elaborated.
Harry's eyes popped open again in incredulity. What the bloody hell was it today with Ginny asking questions with answers that were both obvious and extremely hard to explain?
"Your hair. And your eyes. And you...Ginny, you just -"
And then a stroke of boyfriend-ly genius hit him.
"Gin, most girls...they try too hard. They put on makeup and they try to look pretty. You...you don't know you're beautiful, and that...makes you even more beautiful," Harry murmured.
He knew he'd said the right thing when Ginny rolled over and proceeded to snog him for the rest of the afternoon.