First Kiss
Ginny
By: Catty Engles
The train trip to Hogwarts was exceedingly boring. Ginny had her face pressed against the cold, foggy window, trying to make out the countryside through the black velvet covering the sky had become in the past few hours.
Harry leaned his head back. He rested with his eyes closed and his glasses slightly askew. Hermione and Ron would be back soon, their meeting having been adjourned for fifteen minutes. Neville was chronically losing his toad Trevor, and even Harry's patience was fraying. On one similar exploit Neville had frantically rushed out of the compartment that he was sharing with Ginny and Harry in a vain search for the offending toad. He hadn't been back since.
At least it broke the mundane series of events that were boring Harry to point of... well extreme boredom. He sighed. Ginny stirred, glancing sideways at Harry. She smiled crookedly at his frazzled personage. His clothes were disheveled, his lap littered with chocolate frog wrappers, and his mouth slightly open.
He noticed her looking and winked. Ginny looked away, embarrassed. Harry sat up, brushing fingers through his hair. "What, what I do?" He asked as Ginny adamantly kept her eyes glued to the window.
"Ginny?"
"I-I can't wink." Harry swallowed a laugh as Ginny glared daggers at him.
"You what?" Harry chortled.
"Shut your pie-hole, Potter. I can't wink." Ginny went back to staring unseeingly out the window.
"But everyone can wink!" Harry said incredulously.
Ginny glared icily at him, proving that she did inherit something from Mrs. Weasley other than her flaming red hair. "Not me."
Harry was laughing jovially now, "But it's so easy, you just... here I'll show you." They had been sitting opposite from one another, now Harry moved Ginny's trunk onto the floor and took the now unoccupied place next to her.
Ginny turned to face him, trying not to look amused. "Just smile a little a scrunch up one side of your face." He explained winking easily at her.
Ginny opened her mouth and half smiled. She winked that eye but unfortunately the other eyes too. Harry laughed. Ginny glared. "I'm sorry, you just look so... okay just try and close one of your eyes and not the other."
Ginny patiently tried to lower one eyelid. It didn't work. Harry sighed. "Here..." Harry placed his hand on her cheek and pushed upwards slightly, adequately making Ginny wink. Ginny tensed at Harry's cold fingers but then relaxed. Harry smiled, leaving his hand on her cheek longer than was needed.
He slowly began to pull away. "No..." Ginny said following his hand with her cheek that brought her face dangerously close to his. Harry's eyes widened and his breathing quickened. Ginny's heart fluttered in her chest as she felt Harry's warm breath on her cheeks.
Harry swallowed awkwardly as Ginny made a decision. Her kiss was a question. Harry's answer was reassuring and tender. Ginny's eyes fluttered open as Harry broke the kiss.
"I don't feel so bad about not winking now." Harry smiled, then winked.
Ginny
By: Catty Engles
The train trip to Hogwarts was exceedingly boring. Ginny had her face pressed against the cold, foggy window, trying to make out the countryside through the black velvet covering the sky had become in the past few hours.
Harry leaned his head back. He rested with his eyes closed and his glasses slightly askew. Hermione and Ron would be back soon, their meeting having been adjourned for fifteen minutes. Neville was chronically losing his toad Trevor, and even Harry's patience was fraying. On one similar exploit Neville had frantically rushed out of the compartment that he was sharing with Ginny and Harry in a vain search for the offending toad. He hadn't been back since.
At least it broke the mundane series of events that were boring Harry to point of... well extreme boredom. He sighed. Ginny stirred, glancing sideways at Harry. She smiled crookedly at his frazzled personage. His clothes were disheveled, his lap littered with chocolate frog wrappers, and his mouth slightly open.
He noticed her looking and winked. Ginny looked away, embarrassed. Harry sat up, brushing fingers through his hair. "What, what I do?" He asked as Ginny adamantly kept her eyes glued to the window.
"Ginny?"
"I-I can't wink." Harry swallowed a laugh as Ginny glared daggers at him.
"You what?" Harry chortled.
"Shut your pie-hole, Potter. I can't wink." Ginny went back to staring unseeingly out the window.
"But everyone can wink!" Harry said incredulously.
Ginny glared icily at him, proving that she did inherit something from Mrs. Weasley other than her flaming red hair. "Not me."
Harry was laughing jovially now, "But it's so easy, you just... here I'll show you." They had been sitting opposite from one another, now Harry moved Ginny's trunk onto the floor and took the now unoccupied place next to her.
Ginny turned to face him, trying not to look amused. "Just smile a little a scrunch up one side of your face." He explained winking easily at her.
Ginny opened her mouth and half smiled. She winked that eye but unfortunately the other eyes too. Harry laughed. Ginny glared. "I'm sorry, you just look so... okay just try and close one of your eyes and not the other."
Ginny patiently tried to lower one eyelid. It didn't work. Harry sighed. "Here..." Harry placed his hand on her cheek and pushed upwards slightly, adequately making Ginny wink. Ginny tensed at Harry's cold fingers but then relaxed. Harry smiled, leaving his hand on her cheek longer than was needed.
He slowly began to pull away. "No..." Ginny said following his hand with her cheek that brought her face dangerously close to his. Harry's eyes widened and his breathing quickened. Ginny's heart fluttered in her chest as she felt Harry's warm breath on her cheeks.
Harry swallowed awkwardly as Ginny made a decision. Her kiss was a question. Harry's answer was reassuring and tender. Ginny's eyes fluttered open as Harry broke the kiss.
"I don't feel so bad about not winking now." Harry smiled, then winked.