Seventh year kiss
"Loo's in the middle, mine's to the right, your's to the left. Why don't you go unpack while I try to fix dinner, my home is your home Potter." Ginny hurriedly headed towards the kitchen pulling various things from cabinets and the freezer. If anyone can fix a meal in under 30 minutes it was Ginny Weasley, why she wasn't Molly Weasley daughter for nothing. There she was chopping away the vegetables, while cooking the meat and making dessert. Magically of course, she hadn't grown another set of arms or anything.
"Hey Gin, where does this lead t-----" There she was in the doorway of his room's entrance to the loo. How she gotten there was truely extrodinary, must have been that training and her chaser skills.
" This Loo connects both our rooms, wipe that look of your face Potter, it will be locked when Im doing anything like showering or walking around in the nude(he quirked a suggestive eyebrow). No I don't walk in the nude( he was disappointed). The brat will be sleeping in your room. Yes the brat, you don't no Hayden Von Steffen like I do Potter. He is the most arrogant, annoying, to sum it up , picture miniture Malfoy in his Hogwart days minus the muggle hating. Get the point? Well best be geting back to the meal then. Later we can throw back a few at the Pub in the corner."
He watched her walk away , Gin surely had changed and not just the way she talked but........Well Lets just say that Harry had lost her after the not walking in the nude bit. He was currently entertaining the idea of walking in on her while...........Nope He wasn't going to do this to him self again. Virginia Weasley was out of reach. She had even said so her self back in school, she was over him and didn't want to ruin such a great friendship. Yet he couldn't help but remember that brief moment when their lips had met, It was truely sinful kissing her. Everynight, thinking about her, holding some random girl in his arms and picturing her face.
It was his seventh year when it had happened, they were playing in the snow. Ron and Hermione had gotten lost somewhere, practicing for their honeymoon no doubt. Harry had just pushed her playfully into the snow and she began moving her arms making a snowangel. She smiled at him, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Ginny stretched out her hand as if asking to be helped up, but instead pulled him down with her. The rolled around abit, finally he had her pinned down . A small snowflake fell on her now pink nose, he kissed it off, then he kissed her lips, gently, feeling that if he kissed her with all the emotion that was inside him he would crush her lips like rose petals. She kissed him back, he knows she did, but when they broke apart the look in her eyes told him it was the last time he would do that . She pushed him off and stood up.
" Why Harry? Why did you ruin such a wonderful moment?" He was confused, hurt, her words had stung.
"What do you mean? It felt like the right thing to do , you know how I feel about you Ginny, you know that I-"
She shook her head and a tear fell from her eye.
" No, Don't even say it, you know I can't, you know I won't. Let's.....Let's go back inside, Let's forget this ever happened." She turned and began to walk off. Since then, things went back to normal, like that kiss had never happened. The only thing was, Harry Potter had been marked for the rest of his life. Except this time the scar was on his heart.
"Hope you like steak!" Her voice had pulled him out of his trance. They would head to the pub after dinner, drink a few shots and come home. But the Green eyed man had no clue what he was in for.
"Loo's in the middle, mine's to the right, your's to the left. Why don't you go unpack while I try to fix dinner, my home is your home Potter." Ginny hurriedly headed towards the kitchen pulling various things from cabinets and the freezer. If anyone can fix a meal in under 30 minutes it was Ginny Weasley, why she wasn't Molly Weasley daughter for nothing. There she was chopping away the vegetables, while cooking the meat and making dessert. Magically of course, she hadn't grown another set of arms or anything.
"Hey Gin, where does this lead t-----" There she was in the doorway of his room's entrance to the loo. How she gotten there was truely extrodinary, must have been that training and her chaser skills.
" This Loo connects both our rooms, wipe that look of your face Potter, it will be locked when Im doing anything like showering or walking around in the nude(he quirked a suggestive eyebrow). No I don't walk in the nude( he was disappointed). The brat will be sleeping in your room. Yes the brat, you don't no Hayden Von Steffen like I do Potter. He is the most arrogant, annoying, to sum it up , picture miniture Malfoy in his Hogwart days minus the muggle hating. Get the point? Well best be geting back to the meal then. Later we can throw back a few at the Pub in the corner."
He watched her walk away , Gin surely had changed and not just the way she talked but........Well Lets just say that Harry had lost her after the not walking in the nude bit. He was currently entertaining the idea of walking in on her while...........Nope He wasn't going to do this to him self again. Virginia Weasley was out of reach. She had even said so her self back in school, she was over him and didn't want to ruin such a great friendship. Yet he couldn't help but remember that brief moment when their lips had met, It was truely sinful kissing her. Everynight, thinking about her, holding some random girl in his arms and picturing her face.
It was his seventh year when it had happened, they were playing in the snow. Ron and Hermione had gotten lost somewhere, practicing for their honeymoon no doubt. Harry had just pushed her playfully into the snow and she began moving her arms making a snowangel. She smiled at him, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Ginny stretched out her hand as if asking to be helped up, but instead pulled him down with her. The rolled around abit, finally he had her pinned down . A small snowflake fell on her now pink nose, he kissed it off, then he kissed her lips, gently, feeling that if he kissed her with all the emotion that was inside him he would crush her lips like rose petals. She kissed him back, he knows she did, but when they broke apart the look in her eyes told him it was the last time he would do that . She pushed him off and stood up.
" Why Harry? Why did you ruin such a wonderful moment?" He was confused, hurt, her words had stung.
"What do you mean? It felt like the right thing to do , you know how I feel about you Ginny, you know that I-"
She shook her head and a tear fell from her eye.
" No, Don't even say it, you know I can't, you know I won't. Let's.....Let's go back inside, Let's forget this ever happened." She turned and began to walk off. Since then, things went back to normal, like that kiss had never happened. The only thing was, Harry Potter had been marked for the rest of his life. Except this time the scar was on his heart.
"Hope you like steak!" Her voice had pulled him out of his trance. They would head to the pub after dinner, drink a few shots and come home. But the Green eyed man had no clue what he was in for.