A/N: So this is the 1st one. These are snapshots of Harry and Ginny's relationship through Ron's eyes. I made an attempt at getting Ron's character right, and I hope it's ok. These are short, and will be written whenever I feel like it, surrounding or while I'm writing other projects. They are also unconnected to any of my other HP work. Please review when you've finished reading, any feedback at all is much appreciated.
It was an early Saturday morning at the Burrow, late enough that we were all out of bed, early enough for Mum to still be cooking never-ending rounds of egg and bacon. I was just helping myself to my third helping of scrambled eggs, Hermione glancing disgustedly at me from across the table, although there was an amused glint in her eye; when Harry came downstairs and into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from behind his glasses, his hair messier than ever in its just-out-of-bed state.
Ginny who had been chasing the last of her eggs around her plate with her fork, jumped up, smiling, and moved to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. I frowned a bit at this public display of affection, although I was pleased they weren't openly snogging. Ginny looked up at him, then across at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then, she reached up and slowly kissed him on the lips. He responded gently, though pulled away sooner than she looked like she wanted to. Harry gestured to the their company, Hermione, George and I around the table, Mum enchanting the frying pan to cook yet another batch of bacon. Ginny frowned slightly, but entwined her fingers in his and pulled him into the seat next to hers.
Harry glanced up and around at as all, and mumbled a general good morning in our direction. He caught my eye, a strange lopsided grin on his face. He was happy. Happier than I'd ever seen him before. He was free of all problems, free of being the hunter and the hunted, free of most of his guilt now the funerals were over. He was Harry. And, watching them, I knew that Ginny made him happy. And he made her happy too, that was obvious. And Harry needed happiness right now.
I watched them all through that morning, at breakfast, when the four of us took a walk through the fields surrounding the Burrow. I watched them talking and laughing, how Harry held the door open for her, made sure she was alright before continuing with what they were doing. I watched their entwined fingers and quick stolen kisses when they thought I wasn't looking. Hermione was watching me watching them, because as we were walking, her fingers wrapped around mine she said "He loves her you know."
"What?"
"Harry."
"Yeah," I huffed slightly.
"Ron," Hermione chided gently.
"Yeah?"
"They make each other happy. I know Harry's your best friend and Ginny's your sister, but he'd never hurt her. He wouldn't dare, because he cares about your friendship too much."
"I know, Hermione. But…"
" You want to hex him into oblivion but at the same time you want to be there for him, and still want him to be your best friend," she sounded amused by it "I know."
"Yeah. Something like that."
And although I wanted to hex Harry into oblivion and back whenever he was with my sister, watching their smiles, hearing them talk and laugh, catching Harry's eye in those unguarded moments, no one could really say that they weren't happy.