My first little Ginny/Harry one shot… actually, my first one-shot. It's kind of short, and they both are probably a bit OOC, but I think it should be ok... I wanted to make it angsty -grins-... it takes place after the 7th book... Hope you like it!
He reached up and put his arm around her waist, effectively drawing her nearer.
All attempt of protest was halted as his mouth possessively took hers, tongues intermingling with feirce intensity. She murmured softly into his mouth, tongue flicking across his as she thoroughly took him.
Her scent was intoxicating and he breathed in deeply as they paused for breath, staring into each other's eyes.
He could see the longing etched onto her face, could see what she wanted and lowered his lips to her neck, blazing a trail from her jaw to her collarbone. She gasped and he felt her soft body tense against his, her fingernails digging into his back.
Breathing his name huskily, she cupped his chin gently and returned his lips to hers, wanting to taste him again. She bit into his upper lip, gently reminding himself that she could be just as possessive if she wanted to.
His passion ignited within her, and he let her feel all his lust.
A hand snaked its way up her shirt into the hollow of her back, coming to rest between her shoulder blades; she arched her back against it, pressing into him even more. Where his skin met hers a fiery; electric feeling was numbing her, and she loved it.
How he made her feel this way she never knew, but all too soon it ended as pulled away, licking his lips to extract her every taste.
"I have to go."
Those words stung her, and broke the elation she had been experiencing. The moment that she had been dreading had finally come.
"Now?" She whispered, trying not to cry. She only just got him.
He nodded and kissed her one final time, trying to convey all his love for her into one simple act, one searing moment. Once more he broke the kiss, whispering, "I'll come back for you" into her ear before leaving and not looking back.
It was his job to leave, although he took no pleasure from the prospective war ahead of him.
Later as he lay in a pool of his own blood, he reminisced about the moments they shared, trying to remember her laugh, her smile.
He realized he never told her he loved her, and it broke his heart to know she'd never know the most important thing about him. Around him, he could hear the laments of the dying, and the wails of those who loved them.
But nothing could compare to the sorrow that welled in his heart, spilling out into his darkening soul.
He never regretted her, only hoped that she didn't regret him. His world darkened and came to an end with her face being the last thing imprinted on his mind.
She bit her lip to keep from crying, tasting salty blood, tears streaking her unmarked face. He was gone. Dead. Bitterly thinking of how one minute, one sweet moment, could change everything she dragged the knife across her wrist and let the blood spill out across her arm, savoring the pain.
Her heart broken, she could feel her soul spiral towards the darkness, her body left to endure the ravages of time.
Ok, it's quite short. But I liked it anyway.