A/N: write the first half late last night so bare with it. Bare? spelt right? haha, HarryGinny scene yay.
Good quote: "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away"
"So you're not?"
Ginny shook her head, studying Harry's face, trying to detect what he was feeling.
"Well that's…"
"Yea," Ginny said, pulling the covers up under her arms. Harry let out a deep breath and sat down next to her on the bed.
"I'm sorry," he said after a moment's pause. Snuggling closer to him, she felt her eyes begin to burn.
"It's stupid," she muttered. "To be upset about losing something I never had."
Harry shook his head and kissed her hair. "No it's not. I know exactly how you feel."
It was then that Ginny realised that if anyone knew what she was going through it would be Harry. If she had been pregnant then it would have been his baby too, so he must be feeling the same loss she did. But then again, she'd never had the baby, so technically she hadn't lost anything.
"Let's go home," she said, swinging her legs out of the bed, and reaching for the pile of neatly folded clothes.
"How's your lung feeling?" asked Harry as he helped her unlace the hospital nightgown.
She smiled. "Well, I can't feel it. So I'm guessing that's a good thing… unless they secretly removed the whole lung and it's now on sale in a black market somewhere."
"Dad, listen, I'm not a little girl anymore. I mean, there's got to be someone eventually, unless you want me to become an old spinster," Ginny reasoned, sitting on the sofa by her father. He looked very tired, and ran a hand over his face.
"Ginny, I look at you and I still see my baby girl. You see, my darling, if I admit that you've grown up, then I have to admit I'm getting old."
"You're not old, Daddy." She grinned playfully at him. "You're ancient."
Mr Weasley let out a laugh and tugged one of her plaits. "Well," he said, stretching and grunting. "I suppose if it's got to be someone, I'm glad it's Harry."
Letting out a high-pitched squeal, Ginny kissed her father on the cheek and ran off, in search of the subject of their conversation. With her father's permission, she felt even happier about her new relationship. Of course, she hadn't told him about the pregnancy scare, no use giving him an unnecessary heart attack.
Ginny finally found Harry in the far end of the back garden, sitting on a bench by the pond, reading a piece of paper with a furrowed brow. Ginny managed to come within five feet of him before he looked up.
"What's that?" she asked, sitting down by him and kicking her shoes off, dipping her feet in the cool water.
"A speech. Hermione wrote it for me."
Ginny's silence made Harry look up at her and take her hand.
"I know you don't want me to do this."
"No, I don't", admitted Ginny, kicking water into the air. "But you have to do what you want, I shouldn't stand in the way of that."
Scanning the parchment once more, Harry scrunched it up into a ball and tucked it in his pocket. "To be honest, I don't want to be Minister."
Looking up, Ginny's dark brown eyes locked with his startling green ones. She felt herself being pulled into them, lost in his soul. So many emotions were there: a great sadness, fear, hope, and above all, love. Before she knew it, her arms were around his neck, lips pressed against his. They stayed like that for a long time until the sun slipped over the horizon and goose bumps rose on their sun-kissed arms.
"What do you say we go back up to the house?" whispered Harry as the wind began to pick up, ruffling their hair and whipping their clothes.
"Definitely," Ginny said, picking up her shoes and racing Harry to the back door.
The rain started to pour down before they were even halfway across the garden. Laughing and slipping in the mud, the young couple sprinted for the backdoor, but before Ginny could pull it open, Harry had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her fiercely as the rain dripped into their eyes and soaked their hair and clothes. Then Ginny laughed and pushed Harry away so he slipped and fell into a mud puddle. Gasping, she held out a hand to help him up, but with a wicked gleam in his eyes, Harry took her outstretched hand and pulled her down on top of him so they were both covered in sticky brown mud and soaked in water.
"Come on," she said, speaking loudly to make her voice heard over the thunder. "Let's go up to my room." Harry stood up, pulled Ginny up with him and let himself in to the warm, dry kitchen, shivering and laughing.
Mrs Weasley was in there, boiling some water over the fire. She looked up as they come in and clucked disapprovingly. "You'll catch a death of a cold, both of you. Go upstairs and take off those wet clothes right away. I'll run a bath for you."
"Mum, we can run our own bath," Ginny said, taking Harry's hand and pulling him out of the kitchen and up the creaky staircase. He smiled apologetically at Mrs Weasley, who just shook her head reproachfully and returned her attention to the boiling water.
"Bed first or bath first?" Ginny asked, once they reached the second landing. Looking at their mud splattered clothes and skin, Harry decided that a bath was definitely in order.
"But only if you're in it too," he whispered. Shivering agreeably, Ginny led Harry up to the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in there, so they went in, locking the door behind them. Harry sat on the edge of the bathtub, running his hand in the hot water, while watching Ginny brush her sopping wet hair.
She had stripped of her shirt and jeans, and stood in front of the sink in her underwear. Smiling to himself, Harry pulled off his own shirt, jeans and boxers, and tentatively stepped into the steaming water.
Yelping as the water burned his cold toes, he lowered his body in and moaned contentedly. With a small smirk on his face, he watched Ginny as she slowly took off her bra then slipped off her knickers. Then she too cautiously dipped her foot into the water and got in, raising the water level so it slopped over the side of the bath and onto the wooden floor.
Watching her sponge herself, Harry felt to urge to hold her close and never let her go. He wanted to be one with her, he felt, and it seemed silly to him, but he felt that if he tried to love her any more than he did right now, his heart would actually burst.
Flicking bubbles at him, Ginny snapped Harry out of his pleasant daydream and chucked him the sponge. He quickly sloshed the soapy water over his body, wanting to get out quickly and take her down to her bedroom, then curl up with her and show her how he felt. Reading his mind, Ginny splashed some water over herself then stepped out of the tub, wrapping a large fluffy pink towel around her shoulders. Scraping the last bit of mud off of him, Harry too got out and took one of the pink towels.
"That color looks good on you," Ginny laughed, towelling her hair quickly. "I'll go out first, ok? Come up quickly though."
Harry nodded and continued drying himself as she slipped out of the bathroom.
Slowly, Harry pushed open Ginny's bedroom door, and with a quick glance around, slipped inside, locking it behind him. Scanning the room, he noticed Ginny sitting in the window seat, her knees pulled up to her chest, her head resting against the wall and her eyes closed. She was breathing heavily, and didn't notice when Harry cleared his throat. Rolling his eyes, Harry strode over to the window and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't wake. Grinning, he leant over and kissed his way down her neck and shoulder. She woke up then, snorting in surprise, then laughed.
"I told you to come up quickly," Ginny said, stretching her legs and standing up, although holding the towel firmly in place under her arms.
"Well, I didn't want to look suspicious," he said, guiding her over to the bed.
"Fifteen minutes was a bit excessive though," Ginny said, flopping down on it and reaching her hand out to him.
Harry looked a bit sheepish, but grinned at her anyway and took her hand. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Did you want to go to sleep?"
Raising her eyebrows, Ginny gave him an exasperated look and pulled him down beside her. She then picked up the wand from her bedside table and waved it so, the candles all went out, and the only light came from the full moon, outside her open window. Gold light glinted off of Harry's sinewy body, and Ginny's damp red hair.
"I love you," Harry murmured, kissing her bare shoulder.
"I love you more," she said. Taking the towel off and throwing it in a bundle on the floor, she sat down on Harry's lap, facing him, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Stroking a strand of wet hair from her eyes, he traced a thumb over her lips and caressed her cheek lovingly.
"It's stopped raining," he said, turning his gaze to the clear night sky outside the window.
"The weather, Harry Potter? You're actually talking to me about the weather?" Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on the small of her back. Then he pulled her backwards with him, so they're bodies were tightly pressed together, damp skin sticking to one another, their lips locked in a tight kiss. Ginny unwrapped the towel from around his hips and he raised himself off of the bed so she could pull it off, then he kissed her again, his lips softly caressing hers, teasing her, making her whimper and push against him for more.
"You know, I was thinking," Harry said as they paused for breath, "When we're married, we should have three kids."
"Three?" Ginny said, rubbing her nose against his. "I was planning on following family tradition…you don't want seven?"
Harry laughed and kissed the tip of her nose very gently then rolled her over so he lay on top of her, and, muttering a spell under his breath, a soft blanket fluttered down over their bodies. Then, feeling a bit stupid, he said, "Ginny, I don't mean to bug you, but I mean you're…well, there's no chance that you're actually going to get…erm," he cleared his throat. "See after the scare this morning, I thought it would be best to make sure that…" he petered off, feeling awkward.
"I talked to Mum this morning."
"You did what?" Harry asked, pulling back off of her slightly.
"I wanted to make sure that I definitely didn't get pregnant, so I talked to Mum and she gave me a potion." Harry still looked worried so she said, "Mum was fine with it. Come one, Harry, she knows I'm not a little girl any more. We're in love and of age." She paused for a moment, frowning slightly. "You know, what we're doing isn't wrong."
"I know!" he said, quickly, pressing his forehead to hers. "I know my love." He grinned guiltily. "Come on," he said very quietly. "I don't think I can wait much longer."
haha, well tell me what you think. Realised that the whole shower/bath thing was a bit repeptitive that's why i kinda rushed it. more about harry becoming minister, and the strange blonde chick next chapter. REVIEW PLEASE! oh and does anyone particularly want me to finish this scene or can i just skip ahead to morning (the lazy way out...)?