Hours and Days and Maybe Years

by deadwoodpecker

"He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk."

3. day three

DAY THREE

Later, when Ginny remembered that first day back at the Burrow, she thought she might have taken only one deep breath the entire day. It was one small moment in a busy and terrible day, moving things from Auntie Muriel's, doing all the work because her parents had to help plan the funeral.

But just outside the door, when the sun was going down, Ginny nearly ran into Harry. Their gazes met and tangled; a weight lifted from her chest. It was then that Ginny took her breath. His fingers touched her wrist with the barest hint of pressure. The touch was fleeting, as was the moment.

Then Ron was calling him, and Bill was calling her, and it was over.