Harry stood in front of the bathroom mirror, eyeing himself critically. His hair was rather long for his liking- the ends were beginning to brush his shoulders, and he wasn't the type of guy who could pull off long hair. A layer of stubble covered his chin, but he decided he liked it as it made him look older. The scar on his forehead was no longer prominent, much to his relief. He hoped that it would fade with time and that he could have a relatively normal life.
"Harry?" Ginny poked her head inside and smiled. "Nearly ready?" A week had passed since Mrs. Weasley wrote them, and Harry found that he was actually excited to be going to the burrow.
"Just about. My hair is driving my barmy." He scratched at it.
"I could cut it for you."
"You? Cut it?" He winced, remembered the last time Hermione had given him a haircut. He had ended up having to use magic to repair the damage.
"Oh, please. I've been cutting my own hair for forever. Don't you trust me?" She poked her bottom lip out and batted her eyes.
"You think that will work on me?" He crossed the room and stood in front of her, arms crossed, trying his best not to grin.
"If it doesn't I bet I can think over something else that will." She reached up and kissed him lightly.
"I like it when you beg."
"I am hardly begging Potter." She rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder. "Best watch yourself-"
"Or you'll hex me. Yeah, yeah, I know." He grinned at her.
"Aren't you cute?"
"So I've been told." He chuckled and pulled her into a hug. "I'll let you cut my hair, although I'm not sure about you being that close to my neck with scissors."
"Smart man. I'd watch your mouth then if I were you." She gave him a sharkish grin and steered him into the bedroom, stopping him in front of a chair. "Sit."
"Yes ma'am." Harry chuckled as he sat down, watching Ginny as she crossed the room and bent over, rummaging through a drawer. As he watched her he felt a strange stirring in the pit of his stomach and suddenly Harry thought of several other things he'd rather be doing than getting his hair cut. The thoughts surprised him and he blinked.
There was no use in denying it at this point- he loved Ginny. He had never felt so connected to another person and he knew she was truly something special. But he had never thought about her in a mature manner, aside from wanting to snog her. But as he watched her from behind, he realized that she had turned into a rather alluring woman from every blessed angle. The fact that he had missed it made him feel dumb and slow.
"What are you smirking at?" Ginny straightened up, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she gave him a curious look.
"Oh, nothing." Harry suppressed another grin as she crossed the room.
"Mhm." Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Alright Potter, how do you want this done? Do I need to scalp you?"
"Preferably not." Harry frowned, realizing he had never had to tell anyone how to cut his hair before. He scratched his head, then shrugged. "Just make me look like Harry, I guess."
"Oh, that's tells me everything I need to know." She rolled her eyes but went to work anyway. Harry felt the hair leave him shoulders as it fell to the ground below and after several minutes his head felt significantly lighter. "There." Ginny stated matter-of-factly, coming to stand in front of him. She tried to suppress a grin and Harry started, assuming the worse.
"How bad is it?"
"I beg your pardon? It looks rather dashing I say." She grinned again, her eyes dancing.
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Harry flicked his wand and conjured a mirror, peering at all angles of his head. Ginny just shook her head and took the mirror, setting it aside. She planted herself in his lap, draping one arm around his neck.
"Because I rather enjoy your short hair." Ginny ran a hand through the now short locks. "And I really like the stubble." She ran her hand across his chin, her hazel eyes dancing.
"Really?" Harry chuckled. "Me too. I thought it made me look older."
"I don't know if older is the word that comes to mind." Her eyes darkened as she looked at him with an expression he hadn't seen before. Harry felt a strange stirring in his gut again and the next thing he knew his hands were tangled in her hair, her tongue in his mouth. Harry had snogged Ginny on plenty occasions, but this intensity was new to him. When they finally broke apart Ginny looked rather smug. She stood up and ran a hand through her hair before pulling it up into a loose bun. "You'd best go change ."
"You'd best stop looking at me like that or we are going to be late." He practically growled, surprising himself and Ginny. She gave him a long look, looking rather satisfied with herself.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'm sure Mum wouldn't be too mad." She challenged. "But I am hungry. So, hurry up!" She grinned at him and left the room. Harry quickly changed into a pair of dark-wash jeans and a simple white button down before pulling on his shoes and racing downstairs. Ginny was waiting for him, lounged across the arm chair, a book in her hand.
"Ready?" He smiled as he came to stand beside her, toying with a stray hair.
"Yeah. You like nice." She sat the book aside and stood up, kissing him once more. She gave Harry a coy look as the parted, tempting his self-control. Teasing aside, it made her beyond happy to see him ready to go out and visit with the family. As they apparated away, Ginny thought that there would be plenty of time to drive Harry mad later; he wouldn't be getting away from her any time soon.
Now that I have started writing again I can't stop. I don't know if it is any good or not, but I am enjoying it! So extra chapters for everybody!
