A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Warning: implied sexual themes
Word count: 314
Ginny didn't even pause when she reached the door, but instead raised her fist and knocked loudly. The door swung open. Kingsley stood there in his purple silk robe, a confused expression on his face. He hadn't expected Ginny to return, her face slightly red, and her hair flying loose of its long plait. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face upon seeing her again, even though she'd only left minutes ago.
"Did you forget something, Miss Weasley?" he asked, his voice like velvet in her ear. Ginny tried to ignore the heat rising inside her, wanting her to step back into the room, back to what she and Kingsley had been doing last night. She couldn't, she knew that.
"Yes, I forgot this," she stated, standing on her tiptoes and giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. She pulled back, her cheeks red and her eyes shining. "I couldn't leave with out giving you a proper good-bye, now could I?" she asked, giving him a flirty smile. Kingsley nodded.
"Next time you're in London-" he started to say. He knew Ginny didn't stay in one place long, that she traveled with her team. He didn't know when he'd see her again, not unless he found time to go to one of her games. Being the minister was an extremely time consuming job he'd discovered.
"You'll be the first to know," Ginny promised, grabbing the black plastic handle of her red and gold suitcase and heading down the corridor. Kingsley watched her a moment before closing his door. Ginny heard the click, fought the urge to turn around, to stay. She couldn't, she knew that. Her future awaited and if she was lucky, Kingsley would be a part of it, just not yet. For now, she'd have to settle for one night at a time in whatever hotel she was staying.