Author's Note:
I had a lot of trouble choosing the song for this chapter. There were several that could have fit, but then I decided against them for one reason or another. I wanted a quiet song, because I imagine this scene to be rather intimate and well… quiet. I considered using A Message, but I didn't want to keep choosing songs off the same album.
So this chapter is to We Never Change, off Parachutes, 2nd song from the end. I've got a good idea for a follow up chapter to this!
P.S. This song goes on for a bit, so I thought I'd cut out some of the lyrics that just repeat at the end. Hope you don't mind ).
gigglingirl3001: Yeah, they were in St. Mungo's. I'll fix that up and make it more clear. You should listen to X&Y. It's a good song… very dream like. Which is why I chose it :).
Schatje: Sorry you didn't get any Harry/Ginny action last chapter. Perhaps this will pick things up for you.
I want to live life, and never be cruel
I wanna live life, and be good to you
I want to live life, and never be cruel
I want to live life, and be good to you
Harry lay awake on the floor next to Ron's bed where Ron lay, snoring quietly. Harry blinked, staring at a spot on the floor where the blue moonlight shone in through the window. It was unfocused, of course. He didn't have his glasses on. He shuffled the sheets around a bit — they hadn't been covering his toes properly. His leg itched. The Healers at St. Mungo's had told him that it would for about a week after having being healed.
He sat up and reached to the table beside him for his glasses, fumbling to put them on. He rolled up his pant leg and scratched. He stood, examining Ron's sleeping face for a moment.
When they had left the hospital, Ron had seemed extremely dazed and hadn't said much for the rest of the night. Harry guessed that Ron had been sad to leave Hermione. Harry wondered when those two would finally get things together and realize that they were both totally enamoured with each other.
And I wanna fly
I'll never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
Then, Harry's mind strayed to Ginny — his fiancée. Harry thought the word over in his head. It seemed strange in a way, he still felt so young — he was young, just eighteen. They could wait until they were older to get married, but Harry simply needed to know, needed Ginny to know and needed everyone else to know how much he loved her. He needed the world to know they were going to get married.
Harry thought about her and the times they had shared together back when he was in sixth year. He missed their little romps down to the lake. He'd always told Ron he was going to go spy on Malfoy or that he had to speak to Dumbledore and then he'd sneak of down towards the lake where he would run up behind Ginny, grab her by the waist and kiss her neck.
She would, of course, smile, turn and within a minute or two they'd be strategically hidden behind a tree.
We never change do we no, no
We never learn, do we?
He sighed, half smiling to himself. He pulled his knees to his chin and wrapped his arms around his legs. He wanted to be next to Ginny.
He looked over at Ron, who was snoring softly now. Harry wondered if Ron would notice if he left. Would anyone else notice if Harry left? Well, he thought to himself. Ginny's room is right next to the bathroom. I could always just pretend I was going there… He smiled to himself and quietly stood up, opened the door and exited Ron's room.
He quickly descended the flights of stairs to the floor Ginny's room was on. He looked towards her door. Pictures of their Hogwarts friends had been tacked to it. The figures which would usually have been moving about were now all asleep against the sides of the photographs. Harry chuckled to himself as he saw counterparts of Ron and Hermione slumped against each other, both with little smiles on their faces.
So I wanna live, in a wooden house
I wanna live life, and always be true
I wanna live life, and be good to you
Harry pushed open the door, hoping it wouldn't creak. It didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around to close the door behind him, and it latched in the frame with a soft click.
Through a crack in the curtains the blue moonlight poured across the room, illuminating Ginny's sleeping figure. Harry watched her for a moment, examining her slender body, feeling slightly guilty that she didn't know he was there. Quietly he sauntered to the edge of the bed, lifted the covers and sat down before pulling his feet up and sliding under the duvet to lie next to his beloved.
She stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Harry for a moment, not registering that he was there.
And I wanna fly
But never come down
And live my life
And have friends around
"Hi," he said quietly, watching her eyes.
"Hi," she replied sleepily, looking at Harry as though she was still in a dream. "What are you doing here?" She asked, not in an accusatory fashion, but rather with pleasant surprise.
"Couldn't sleep," Harry replied. "I wanted to see you." He nuzzled her face with his nose.
She smiled and reach with her hand to touch his face. Her touch was gentle and nervous. "You shouldn't be here, you know."
"I know, don't worry, I won't get caught." He gave her a devilish grin.
"That's not exactly the only thing I'm worried about," Ginny replied, still touching his face gently.
Harry stared into her eyes, "Gin, I didn't come here to… you know… I just wanted to see you… and maybe to touch you." He winked.
We never change do we
We never learn do we
Ginny rolled her eyes and gave a quiet chuckle.
"But I mean that more as a … that I want to make sure you're real, that you're alive and well." He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the feeling her fingers on his face. He hoped she understood. He had lost so much, he had lost so many loved ones and he couldn't bear to lose her.
Her fingers moved to play with his hair. He lay there with his eyes closed, just feeling her hands on his scalp, occasionally brushing the back of his neck.
"I know," she said after a few moments. He felt her snuggle up against him. He could feel the warmth of her body radiating against his. He could feel the moist breath exit her mouth and brush against his chin. He sighed. This was what he wanted. Just to be next to her.
So I wanna live in a wooden house
And making more friends would be easy
"Ginny?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"When do you want to get married?" He opened his eyes. She smiled.
"Oh Harry, I don't think we need to worry about that tonight, do you?"
"No, I guess not."
There was a time in which they lay in sleepy silence, Harry had closed his eyes. Ginny's hands were still running through his hair, still caressing his neck. He was torn between enjoyment and wishing she would stop so that he wouldn't do anything stupid.
Oh, and I don't have a soul to save
Yes and I sin every single day
"Are you sleeping?" she asked quietly, nuzzling her nose against his.
"No," he replied, smirking.
She huffed a little huff of laughter. "I didn't think so," she said.
"Then why did you ask?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Mmm." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer against him.
"Why hello," she said, giggling suggestively.
"Hello," he half-grunted in a tired voice. He turned to lie on his back and she leaned over him, touching his cheeks delicately, then the corners of his lips.
"You're purring," she flirted.
"Am not," he replied, not opening his eyes.
"Are too," Ginny argued.
"I don't purr," Harry rebutted.
"I'd have to say differently." She smiled. "I never said it was a bad thing. It's sort of cute."
"Cute?" He asked, huffing in a half-amused, half-offended sort of way.
"Yes."
We never change do we
We never learn do we
She put her head down on his chest and listened to him breathe for a little while. "Are you sleeping?" she asked again.
He smiled, stretched and opened his eyes. "How can I?" he replied, still grinning. But then his smile faded and his eyes studied her for a moment. He was aware that she had stopped touching his face. Her face was a masterpiece, he concluded, so was her soul. It pained him to have her so close and yet so far away. One day… he tried to console himself. But in the mean time…
He pulled her close, grabbing her jaw gently, but firmly and pulling her lips to his.
So I want to live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out
Soooo… not a lot really happens in this chapter, but I felt in the need for some fluff. I think I may up the rating so I can make it a bit more fluffy. If anyone objects, please make your voice heard, or forever hold your peace. Hope you liked it. It was supposed to be quiet and intimate. Hence the song choice.