Author's Note: Wow, my first fanfiction after a year or so. I was GinnyWeasley or something before. Well. I hope you guys enjoy this short fic because I actualy do like it. Leave a comment if you liked it - or a comment if you think it needs improvement. Please and thank you.
Her words were still in his mind. He couldn't get it out.
"You're not fooling me, Harry. Just tell Ginny, alright?"
All he wanted to scream out was, "You bloody don't know anything." But he knew it wasn't true. He knew Hermione was right. He looked at his butterbeer as he longed to see Ginny with her shiny red hair, her pensive brown eyes, her crimson lips, her freckles, her giggle, her voice…just her.
Harry finished the rest of the butterbeer in a gulp and went outside to the Weasley's backyard. There she was. Smiling at the night-sky. As he got closer, he found himself wanting to wrap his hands around her waist.
"'Lo, Harry. Shouldn't be you sleeping right now?" Ginny asked, turning her head towards him. "Mum would have a fit if she knew you were up right now."
"Actually, Gin, I came to talk to you," he looked down at his feet, nervously.
"Me? Why? Are you afraid I will be Seeker next year because I'm really much better than you?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"You wish, Weasley, you wish."
Ginny grinned at him and he had a strong desire to kiss her right here, right now.
"So why did you want to talk to me?"
"Umm. Well you see," Harry started, not knowing exactly what he wanted to tell her. He could see the patience in her eyes and he suddenly got a vibe to tell her. "Gin, I think I have feelings for you."
Ginny started laughing really hard. "No, really, Harry what did you want to tell me?"
"You don't believe me?"
"You're not lying?"
"If I was lying, would I do," Harry started saying as he pulled her to him and kissed her softly, "this?"
"Shut up and kiss me, Potter."
Harry smiled and kissed her again. This time the kiss was deep and meaningful. He wrapped his hands around her waist as she did the same around his neck. He felt like this was perfect. Like Ginny was made to be in his arms. He felt like he could do this forever and ever.
And he wanted to do just that.