For Em - merry Christmas :D
"I love you," Harry whispered, pulling Tonks close and kissing her. They both knew they didn't have long, but they were used to that, used to having to snatch every second they could in deserted rooms near the top of the creaking, wheezing house. The lower floors, especially the kitchen, were out-of-bounds for obvious reasons; they were a secret, after all, and they didn't want to do anything to jeopardise that. But up this high, not even Sirius had the motivation to clean, and so Harry and Tonks had adopted these rooms as their own, slipping away when they wouldn't be missed.
"I love you too," Tonks gasped, kissing Harry back and clasping her hands behind his neck. "I love you so, so much."
They parted briefly, gasping for air, then met again; still soft and tender, neither of them yet feeling any sense of urgency to mar the moment.
Neither of them heard the door creak open behind them; and neither of them noticed the pale, red-headed figure flit across the gap like a ghost, twirling a long strand of hair around one finger with a devasted look upon her small, pretty. Harry was vaguely aware of a tiny sound, perhaps a muffled sob, and the click of the door closing, but it was easy to ignore.
Ginny, for her part, never mentioned the scene she had witnessed to anyone. She allowed herself only one afternoon to mourn, lying on her bed with burning, tearless eyes; and was herself again by dinnertime. But she never forgot.
I hope you liked it; and I'm sorry it's quite short.
Once again, merry Christmas to all :)