23. Lust
"Ginny, can we talk?"
Ginny turned around quickly, her cheeks turning pink with a blush. She hadn't expected to see anyone in the hallway, but she was sure Harry had followed her back here. She had just wanted a moment alone, after all that had happened with her family and Draco just then.
"Sure, Harry." she said, feeling tense again. She had always had a schoolgirl crush on her brother's best friend. It hadn't lasted long, because she had fallen for Draco so quickly, but it was still something she would think about every now and then.
Harry took a few steps toward her, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear. She sighed unintentionally, her feelings for him coming back to the surface once more. She pushed them down furiously, thinking of the blonde man waiting for her outside.
"I just want you to know, I support you and Draco one hundred percent." he said, sincerity in his voice and eyes. She had never known Harry to say something he didn't mean and she was so happy in that moment, knowing he wasn't judging her and that he was happy for her.
She hugged him, tears in her eyes, and buried her face in his chest. "Thank you, Harry." she said.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, and the thanks and gratitude melted away, leaving one strong emotion in their place. She backed up, looking at him. Both their eyes burned with the emotion; Lust.
Ginny walked back into the living room, guilt ridden, knowing she was going to screw up if she wasn't careful.