Harry and Co. Belong to J.K. Rowling.
I just borrow on a daily basis.
This is going to be a series of one shots of all fave couples and what Amorentia smells like to each and why.
To all my reviewers, I apologize for lack of update on Birthday Surprises and Too Little...Too Late? I have a horrible case of writer's block with those two. Hopefully this will help.
Enjoy. As Alwasy reviews welcome even flames.
She couldn't sleep, it was too warm in her room. Ginny sat up, throwing the covers in exasperation. ' Why, the hell was it so bloody warm.' she wondered forgoing her robe. She crept silently down the corridor, she stepped on a squeaky board and instantly froze.
When she was sure nobody was going to rush out of their rooms, she continued. Sidestepping the board carefully, Ginny Weasley stood at the top of the stairs, staring into the darkness below.
She descended quietly, taking care to skip the last two steps. She safely jumped to the end of the stairs, standing still, searching for any sound. Ginny hated getting caught wandering the house, her mother still flipped out thinking she was having a nightmare. She didn't want to worry her, she had enough on her plate with all the Order stuff.
She shuddered, the warm night suddenly chilly. The memory of Tom in her dreams causing goose flesh all over her body. Ginny was startled out of her reverie by a peculiar noise. A dull blush stole over her face, when she realized only one other person wandered her home at night.
She peaked into the living room. Her assumption was correct when she spotted the familiar messy dark hair. She peered closer, just as she expected he was asleep on the sofa, tossing and turning restlessly. She moved cautiously towards him. Ginny did not want to disturb him, 'Gryffindor, knew he never seemed to get enough sleep.'
While she was pondering the wisdom of waking him, Harry began to whimper. Her heart tore at the sound of his anguished cries. She knew what it was like to be enslaved within your own mind. Unable to escape and seek the solace that dreams should bring. His head was hanging off the couch, in a lopsided position.
She stepped closer. Ginny carefully settled herself on the floor, laying her head against the side of the sofa. She scooted closer to him, making his hair ruffle with her breath. She splayed her fingers lightly through his dark locks. She moved his head back onto the sofa, delicately so as not to wake him.
He shifted away from her. Ginny held her breath, ready to hide behind the couch. She did not want him to think she was trying to take advantage of him, while he was unconscious. Ginny sighed in full relief as he resumed snoring. 'Not nearly as loud as Ron but heaven help me if he keeps me awake at night.' She got up, moving slowly away from him.
Ginny was jarred from that particular delightful thought when a hand wrapped itself very insistently around her arm. She squeaked, and nearly flung the hand from her arm. She had totally forgotten she was still standing to what had been a slumbering Harry.
He blinked owlishly, his gaze was unseeing, staring right through her. Harry was know half leaning, half sitting. Without warning he tugged her close and whimpered "Mum?." She froze, ' Was he awake?'
Ginny hesitated, she studied his face in the shaft of light. What little light the moon gave showed his eyes were open and unfocused with sleep, his mouth was opening and closing soundlessly.
Ginny was still at an angle his hand dangling from her own. She stepped directly in front of him, this apparently snapped something in him. Harry lowered his head and began to shake. He reached out to her, a drowning man searching for an anchor. A hoarse sob escaped his shaking body.
Ginny looked down at the top of his raven head. He encircled her waist, his sobs buried against her stomach. Ginny caressed his hair with soft soothing motions. She bit her lip, feeling her own tears sliding soundlessly down her cheeks.
"Oh, Harry. It's so unfair you have to suffer like this." she voiced to the distraught boy. She slowly sank onto the sofa, dragging Harry with her. She had never seen Harry let loose like that, he was cradled against her.
He leaned against her body, his exhausted emotions leaving him spent. Harry buried his face in her neck, "Love You, Mum." he sighed. Ginny didn't bother to correct him. She had been told by Lupin many times, that she had an extraordinary resemblance to Lily. She rocked him back and forth making sure his dreams were peaceful before slowly disengaging herself from him.
Ginny slipped out from underneath him, massaging the creak in her neck. She drew the blanket over him, pushing his ebony hair from his face. " I love you too, Harry," she kissed his scar gently, his face relaxed in sleep. Ginny made her way back up the stairs, completely forgetting why she had gone down in the first place.
Morning light pierced his eyes. He was momentarily confused as to what he was doing in the Weasley's living room. He blearily remembered, he had been unable to sleep. The torturous images of Cedric's dead body and Voldemort's return making restful dreams impossible.
He opened his eyes fully and reached for his glasses. He got up and stretched, feeling more awake and refreshed than he had ever felt. He glanced at the clock it read, "Way too early...Go back to bed."
Ignoring the advice, he pushed the kitchen door opened but was stopped when he stumbled into something…or someone. He looked down at a startled Ginny. She was still in her nightgown and clearly had just gotten up. " Hiya, Harry. Nice to knock into you so early in the morning." she hinted dryly.
"Sorry, Gin." he replied, helping her up. " Whatcha doing up so early." he inquired helping her clean up the spilled orange juice. "I could ask you the same thing." she responded. He chuckled, this momentarily stunned Ginny. It been a long time since anybody had heard Harry laugh.
"Great nights sleep, I guess." he shrugged running a hand through his hair. Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair, ' why must he be so adorable and yet clueless.'
Harry turned to get a glass for himself and a new one for her. He filled her glass, handing it to her absentmindedly, "We better get dressed. I don't think your brother's would take it well, if he found us chatting here in our night clothes." he said conversationally, filling his own. She realized she was standing in the kitchen talking to Harry in her nightgown. He must have thought the same thing, because his face had turned a very lovely shade of crimson.
" Yeah, Umm…thanks for the juice." she drank it quickly. With speed born of a seeker. Ginny brushed past him, dropped her glass in the sink and ran out of the kitchen. Harry leisurely drank his, sitting at the kitchen table, he pondered the youngest Weasley. He couldn't explain why but Harry at once felt bereft by the lack of her presence.
Last night his mother had visited him in a very vivid dream. Although he had no idea what his mother smelled like, he somehow knew the intoxicating flowery smell that had enveloped him last night was not hers. Harry put the thought aside, placing his own cup next to Ginny's before going back to bed.
He snuck up the stairs and into Ron's room. He laid down on his bed and fell instantly asleep, he could almost feel the flowery smell, wrapping around him tenderly. Harry's face bloomed into a content smile, dreaming of a redheaded woman with a lovely flowery scent.
The End
