Summary: It's Winter Break during Ginny's sixth year at Hogwarts. She's relaxing on the couch in the Common Room when Harry comes in. Read it and find out what happens! Lots of fluff, HP/GW.Songfic. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own any potter characters. locks self in bathroom and cries
When the Stars Go Blue
Dancing where the stars go blue,
Dancing when the evening falls
Mmm…the Gryffindor fire in the common room felt so good against Ginny's small, bare toes. She curled up like a cat at one end of the couch, watching the gentle snowflakes pitter-patter against the red-stained glass window.
The Hogwarts Winter break was closing to an end, and the youngest red-headed Weasley had her share of snowball fights and ice skating on the frozen lake. A good hot apple cider was all she needed as her lengthy hair spread out among the golden cushions as the warmth of the flames engulfed her.
Dancing in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown
The portrait hole leading to the rest of Hogwarts opened, and a mess of jet black hair and a broom stick appeared.
"Hey Gin!"She looked up at Harry Potter's rosy cheeks and smiled. He sat down at the other end of the sofa. "Whatcha doing?"
"Not much. I'm really stiff from the mongo ice skating contest with Hermione, I couldn't turn it down.' She rolled her eyes. "Ah. If you'll sit up, I'll give you a back massage," Harry offered. Blushing, Ginny sat straight and let Harry slide behind her.
Dancing out on 7th street
Dancing through the underground
He wrapped his legs around her waist, and squeezed ever so tightly on her shoulders. "Ooh. That feels good," Ginny moaned. She loved the way his hands knew exactly the right spot. Sighing slightly, she relaxed and thought about the same hands caressing her exposed back.
He began to work his way down, massaging the small of her back and the top of her ribcage. "So um, how's Arnold doing?" Harry tried unsuccessfully to make small talk. He was so cute.
Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you
The purple pygmy puff flashed into Ginny's mind. "OH he's fine, I suppose. He swallowed my charm bracelet the other day, the freak." He chuckled softly. Gentle and tinkling, like the sun pouring in through a window.
His hands crept up her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Using only his three main fingers, he rubbed her warm, bare skin. "Harry, what the he-" Ginny turned towards him, but was cut off from her sentence.
When the stars go blue,
When the stars go blue
His tender lips pressed against her chapped ones. All the hell they experienced away from each other over the years came spilling out into each other. Ginny's head went crazy from wondering what he must have been thinking.
Sucking softly on his lower lip, she felt a whisper of his tongue pressing on her lip, begging to enter. Happily, she obliged.
Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
The sweetness and spontaneity of it all seemed to spread to the atmosphere in the room. Ginny's body was laying on his, but she was propped on her knees kissing Harry. She tried not to be too fierce; she knew he liked to go somewhat slow.
Their tongues collided as they explored the depths of each other's mouths, enthralled. It felt like the right moment at the right time. Weaving her fingers through his silky, messy hair, she played with his tongue, swirling it around in his mouth.
Laughing with your lover's tongue
Are you happy now?
He grazed her back with his feather light fingertips.
"I love you, Gin."
"I love you too, Harry."