Prompt - "Have you ever really wanted to kiss someone but you can't?" he asked. "Well, what's stopping you?" She turned to him. He didn't have an answer so he kissed her.

Set days after Christmas, HBP

Despite the cold and snow, it was great to get outside. He'd always found a freedom in flying, and there was always a Weasley around to join him, well, except for Percy.

On this particular day it was Ginny, which was both brilliant and torture. Ron was inside, writing a letter to Lavender, and the two had escaped outdoors before Mrs Weasley could give them more chores to do.

" I wonder if he's thanking her for that hideous necklace," smirked Ginny. "Five knuts says he 'loses' it before we go back to Hogwarts."

"I'm not taking that bet," replied Harry, chuckling. It was so easy to talk and laugh with her, something he really appreciated.

"Are you all right, Harry, you seem a bit distracted?" asked Ginny in a concerned voice.

He looked over at her, wondering if she was even aware of how beautiful she was. How red her hair looked against the whiteness of the snow, or how it looked like she was glowing, what with the sweat on her cheeks and forehead from flying. Of how plump and full her lips looked, even now, as she looked at him.

He just knew that one day, some day, he would find out what it would be like to kiss Ginny Weasley.

"Have you ever really wanted to kiss someone but you can't?" he asked, ignoring the large figure of Dean always present in his mind.

She seemed to give his idea some consideration before answering.

"Well, what's stopping you?"

She turned to him.

He didn't have an answer, so he kissed her.

He pulled away after what seemed like a hundred sunlit days, only to meet her curious eyes. Before he could apologise, or come up with some excuse, she grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer and kissed him again.

It was just as he had imagined...Heaven. Fireworks, rainbows, leprachauns playing harps, all these flashed through Harry's mind as the best kiss ever, went on and on and on.

"Harry," she murmured. "Harry...Harry."

"HARRY!"

Harry blinked, staring up at Ginny. She stared down at him as he lay on the ground, her crimson hair all around her freckly face, her brown eyes worried and confused.

He immediately felt disappointed that the kiss was just in a dream – or concussed state – but he knew that he would do his damndest to kiss Ginny Weasley before he died.

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