Author Note: I'm usually not one to write Harry/Ginny but here you go: a little drabble relating to the kiss between Harry and Ginny after the Quidditch Grand Final in the Half-Blood Prince.
Instinct
He couldn't quite explain what made him do it.
One minute he had been fuming about Snape and the next he found himself in a world that was totally surreal in comparison.
Red and gold had met his eyes from every corner but it had been the fiery locks of her hair that he had found himself completely focused on. They had bounced in what must have been slow motion as she had skipped happily towards him.
Her smile was enough to make him completely forget the last couple of hours completely.
It took only moments before his entire being kicked in and he embraced her.
It was then that he lost all control of the situation. His instincts came to act and in seconds his lips met hers with urgency, setting his every vein on fire.
All his questions and concerns floating away in the bliss of that kiss; none of that mattered anymore; he would have his answers now.
He pulled back for a moment and instinctively scanned the room for his best friend and the brother of the girl he loved.
In one look he got his answers.
His instincts had been right.
This was right.
