Harry/Ginny drabble time, yay! I think I'll be writing more of these... if you review! hint hint
The sky is the color of inky velvet, dotted with bright stars like silver sequins. It is so beautiful that Ginny stops for a moment and stands, simply staring off into the darkness. The breeze chills her through her tattered cloak, but she simply wraps her thin arms around herself and exhales deeply.
Ahead of her, Harry stops abruptly, turning around. His forehead furrows in concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, walking back to where she stands. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," she replies, not taking her eyes off of the sky. "I'm fine."
He wraps his arms around her and she doesn't resist, simply leaning back into him. He smells of sweat and dirt, and maybe even blood, but she doesn't care, because that's how she smells too. Even with his arms around her, his fingers are still wrapped firmly around his wand.
Constant vigilance, she thinks. This is the mantra that has been ingrained into every witch and wizard fighting. Constant vigilance. Always be prepared. The enemy could be anywhere.
But here, tonight, the fighting seems so far away, and she wants nothing more than to stand here forever, staring off into the bright stars, reveling in the clean, untouched blue-black of the sky.
"Tired?" he prods her, still determined to find out what's wrong. She smiles and turns around to look at him.
He is still the same boy she's loved all these years, with the same striking green eyes and messy black hair and determination to save the world. But there are tired creases around his eyes, and his hair is dirt-caked, just as hers probably is.
Only eighteen, she thinks. Barely an adult and already carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"I'm just thinking, Harry," she says, pouting slightly. "Goodness, can't I do even that without you butting in?"
He smirks, accustomed to her joking manner. "Gin," he says, turning her around by her shoulders to face him. "I'm always curious when it comes to you."
"How annoying," she scoffs, and a silly smile settles on her face, because light banter is such a relief in such a bleak situation.
"But it's so fun to annoy you." And for once he doesn't sound far older than his age- he sounds like a playful little boy, and she likes it.
She turns around again to stare at the sky and leans back into his waiting arms. "So you'll never get tired of me?" she asks in a light, teasing tone.
"Never," he says, and together they watch the stars.
