A/N: This is literally my first fanfic ever, so I don't know if it's any good... please tell me if it isn't!
STILL LOVE YOU
"Ginny?" He whispered.
I nodded, letting him know I had heard him. I kept my back to him, hiding the tear-stains and red blotches left on my face from crying.
He stepped closer, hesitant. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head, still facing away from him.
I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I basked in the feeling.
His arms went around my waist. I turned, burying my face in his chest, choking back a sob.
He must have noticed, because he patted my back, gently.
The simple gesture made me break down, something I loathed to do in front of him. His cheek rested on the top of my head, his arms around my waist, holding me close as I sobbed into his chest. He held me until I was done crying. He sat down, gently pulling me into his lap. I leaned on him, and his arms went around me again.
"Better?" He asked me in a whisper.
"A little bit." I whispered back, my voice hoarse from the tears, speaking for the first time since he walked in the door.
He nodded, but didn't say anything else, and I didn't mind.
I wanted to think for a while.
I gazed into his beautiful eyes. I had missed them. I had missed everything about him. The way he said my name, the way he smiled at me. I missed the way he kissed me… soft, and hesitant, as though asking my permission. I abandoned my thoughts, they were too painful. He doesn't want you. Not the way you want him. The thought echoed in my head continuously. It hurt like hell.
I was drifting, almost asleep when he whispered my name.
"Ginny."
I snuggled closer to his chest, enjoying his warmth. "Mmm?" My eyes had trouble focusing on his, because of the memories that came with them, wonderful, but de-pressing all the same.
"Are you awake?"
"Not really." I answered sleepily, stifling a yawn. "Why?"
"Just wondering." He paused, perhaps to consider his next words. "I am so sorry."
My face must have shown my puzzlement, because he clarified, saying, "About what I said at the funeral. I onlysaid it because of Voldemort. I didn't want him to hurt you; I did it because I loved you." He paused, watching my expression carefully. I kept my face blank deliberately. He continued in a barely audible voice. "I still love you."
I blinked, but stayed silent. He loved me! He still loves me! My heart swelled. If had the energy, I would have danced, not caring who saw. But my energy was gone, sucked up by my sobbing, and I stayed statuesque. I think I was in shock.
He was getting nervous. He attempted to be cheery when he said, "Well, er, night Gin! See you in the morning!" He tried to stand up, but I was still in his lap.
Before I knew what I was doing, my arms where going around his neck, pulling him closer. I kept pulling, until my lips met his, softly. My tongue slid along his slightly chapped lips, sneaking in when he gasped in shock. God, he tasted good. Then his hand was in my hair, his other arm pulling me by the waist, closer to him; he was kissing me back! I threw one leg over his lap, so that I was straddling him.
He groaned when I pulled back slightly, and I smiled. I knew I was the only one who could do that to him. I could tell that he wanted me too; now instead of he doesn't want you my thoughts echoed, he still wants you!
His hand was still in my hair, his arm resting on my waist.
I looked into those gorgeous emerald eyes. He was happy, but confused. I pulled on him again, drawing him closer. Just before our lips met again I whispered:
"I still love you too, Harry."
And then I pulled his lips back where they belong.
On mine.