Request: would love to request the "now that you're close i feel like coming undone" prompt for hinny! :))))

Harry looked around, there was Ginny running towards him; she had a blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

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A wolf-whistle brings her out of her stupor, and Ginny grips hold of Harry's arm to stop herself from falling over. Her legs are like jelly, and she's not sure if it's because of the adrenaline from the Quidditch game or the after-effects of that kiss. A thousand thoughts run through her brain, but there is one more prominent than the others, shouting out so loud everyone else in the quiet common room must hear it.

I just FINALLY snogged Harry Potter.

She can see her eleven-year-old self dancing in glee from finally getting everything she wanted. And the kiss was perfect; she can still feel the gentle pressure of Harry's lips against hers. He tastes how she imagined him—like butterbeer and treacle tart, even though it's been hours since they last ate.

A secret conversation goes on between Ron and Harry until Ron finally nods. Harry seems to take this as approval, and indignation bubbles in Ginny's belly until Harry slips his hands into hers, and all she can focus on is how their skin feels pressed together. His palm is hot and a little bit sweaty, but it's delightful.

A nod of Harry's head signals that they should leave. Ginny follows him out of the portrait hole as the conversation starts back up again behind them. At that moment, she knows that she would follow him to the ends of the earth, and she finally understands the power The Boy Who Lived wields over everyone around him.

One lap around the Great Lake later, which took twice as long as it should due to all the times they stopped to kiss, and Harry and Ginny finally settle in the grass at the side of the lake. He drops his head against her shoulder, and she tangles their fingers back together. His weight against her is comforting, forcing all her worries of the impending way out of her mind.

"You're a good kisser. Has anyone ever told you that?" She smiles to herself. "Better than Cho said."

Harry frowns. "Cho talked about kissing me?"

He lifts his head, and Ginny's heart almost stops at the look on his face. His hair is more messed up than usual, his lips are swollen and pouty, and his face is flushed. There is a smug sense of satisfaction that she's the one who's caused this.

"Only until I made her stop."

Eyebrows disappearing under his fringe, Harry chuckles and leans back on his elbows. "Should I ask? Merlin, what have I gotten myself into?"

"A whole load of fun combined with the constant threat of being hexed."

She grins down at him and is pleased to see he's matching her look. Out here with her, Harry is no longer The Chosen One or the famous Harry Potter. He's just Harry, a normal sixteen-year-old boy.

"You seem different tonight — more relaxed. Like all of your worries have just disappeared."

The look he gives her sends Ginny's heart soaring. His green eyes sparkle under the moon, and it's like he can see into her soul. He's reading her, but she doesn't mind. She wants to be an open book for him.

"You're always so guarded," she continues, "Like you're afraid to let people see the real you."

"Now that you're close, I feel like coming undone."

Her stomach leaps into her mouth and the rush of emotion is overwhelming. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. All of those years she spent impatiently waiting, of kissing boys she didn't fancy were worth it just to be the one Harry finally opens up to.

Harry stares at her, and Ginny realises he's expecting a response, but for once in her life, she's speechless. So she leans into him, stroking his cheek before nudging her lips closer for a kiss. Immediately, his face rests against her hand, and he reciprocates willingly with a gentle whimper.

She hopes she never has to stop kissing Harry Potter. She would do whatever it takes to know that he is happy. He deserves at least that.