Smores

Harry POV

My forehead burned, waking me for the millionth time. Lucky for me I was at the Burrow, where I could creep down to the kitchen for some solace. I knew Mrs. Weasley had noticed my midnight trysts when she winked at me over breakfast yesterday. Since she was so understanding, I knew she wouldn't mind if I visited the pantry one last time. As my feet hit the last step I heard a rustling noise coming from the kitchen. I poked my head around the corner looking for the person that would cause my snack time to be interrupted. My breath caught in my throat. I caught a glimpse of shiny red hair from my hallway perch. Ginny, an unsuspected source of comfort in the days since Sirius' death, was rummaging through the pantry looking extremely distracted. I snuck up behind her and whispered, "Looking for anything in particular?"

Ginny POV

When I heard his voice my immediately response was to twirl around and as I did, I stumbled. His strong arms caught me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. His green eyes sparkled with laughter. "Thanks. I was just looking for a snack when you decided to sneak up on me." He looked at me sheepishly. "I could make us something," he said. "Hermione told me that she left some of her muggle snacks here and I think I'll look and see if she left the makings for smores." Smores? What kind of crazy muggle snack was he talking about? I watched as he ducked into the pantry and emerged with a package of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. Well the snack couldn't be bad considering it included chocolate. He stabbed one of the marshmallows onto a fork and muttered under his breath. The marshmallow burst into flames and he blew them out. He made a sandwich with the graham crackers and chocolate and proudly handed me the concoction. "Go ahead. It won't hurt you. Muggles do have a few things to teach us. Not many, but smores are one of the great inventions in the muggle world." How could I resist?

Harry POV

Ginny bit into the smore. Her eyes brightened and she smiled at me. She finished the sweet at an excruciatingly slow pace. When she finally ate the last of it, a small smudge of chocolate marred her cheek. Without realizing it, I stepped towards her and brushed her cheek with my thumb. Her eyes met mine, and I knew I wouldn't be able to walk away this time. I felt her thumb stroke my bottom lip and I couldn't take it anymore. Her innocence, her trust, her fiery love for life. My lips found hers and I immediately pressed her against the pantry door. I knew she was younger than me, that I had to be a gentleman, and yet I couldn't control the passion I had hidden for so long. I felt her fingers intertwined in my hair and she surprised me, as her tongue found its way into my mouth. I stroked her tongue with mine, and my hands found their way up her back. I finally came to my senses and pulled back, searching for the words to express what I had just felt. I got lost in her beauty.

Ginny POV
Every nerve in my body was on fire. His green eyes burned into mine. I tried to catch my breath. I felt like I was intoxicated. The boy who lived, the savior of the wizard world. He had given me a precious moment of his time. He had given me a look that words could not describe. I touched his face, and kissed his scar. "Goodnight Harry. Thanks for the snack." I walked toward the door and looked back at Harry. He had leaned back against the pantry door, looking lost and confused. I knew we had a lot to go through. He had a burden to carry and I couldn't help him do so. "Goodnight Ginny," his husky voice whispered. Although I had a lot to think about before I'd be able to drift back to sleep, a humorous thought crossed my mind. Smores had definitely become my favorite snack.