A/N: Because I'm nice, I thought I'd update everything for Christmas, so here it all is! Merry Christmas! (And if you don't celebrate Christmas, uh, Happy Friday!)P.S. Reviews are the best present I could wish for. (:
Harry Potter Fan-Fiction. After the Battle. Boredom.
Ginny POV.
The flight went on for hours. Luckily there were some things to do so I didn't get bored. For the first hour I read a muggle magazine. There's only so long a thing with pictures that are still and weird words can hold someone's attention. For another half an hour, I tried to watch a film. It's like our pictures, but with a story and characters and things. It was for the little children, so it wasn't that interesting. I decided to resort to finding a cure for my boredom in Harry. I found one alright!
I snuggled up against him and took his hand. I looked up to find him smiling down at me. He bent his head slightly to gently kiss my hair. His lips felt as though they were charged with electricity, sending sparks through me each time they touched my hair. After he had kissed a few times, I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was long and sweet, my tongue craving his unique taste, my hands craving the feel of his soft skin. His hands entangled in my hair, ensuring our lips kept close, ensuring the electricity flowed between us.
We broke apart only when our need for oxygen overpowered our need for each other. We kept out foreheads and noses touching, attempting to slow our hearts. It was a tender, special moment, and I felt I needed to say something. My mind flicked through the possibilities, desperately resting on 'I love you'. But it felt too soon to say that. I went for a variation on a theme.
"I love being with you. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world." He smiled, his green eyes shining.
"I love being with you too, Ginny. I know that while I'm with you, I'll always be happy." I smiled back, tears prickling my eyes.
I pecked him quickly on his, now quite red and puckered, lips. He put his arm around me and I snuggled into his warmth. I'm not sure when I fell asleep.
