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And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

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"If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

Harry smiled, then with one hand, brought over Ginny's legs and laid them over his own.

"Well I'm not going to share, so you better get in closer," he smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as Ginny looked over at him, an equally devious smirk on her face.

"That's a half-hearted attempt at flirting if I ever saw one."

"Are you complaining?"

"I am most certainly not," she said, burrowing her head into his shirt, and Harry still couldn't help but feel the tingles running through his body, threatening to overcome him, wherever they made contact.

He stroked her hair, kissing her forehead gently, inhaling the flowery scent that he could get drunk in anytime of the day.

"If you keep doing that, then I'll fall asleep," Ginny mumbled, and Harry smiled to himself, loving the way her body fit so comfortably with his. Like in that moment, they were the only two pieces needed, the only two that mattered.

"Sleep then. You need it."

Ginny looked up at him, and then gently kissed him, soft buttery kisses that held the power to melt him in one moment.

For a brief second, he contemplated saying them. Those words that had been fighting to get out since the day she had returned from Hogwarts. Since the day he'd seen her at the train station, her red hair flowing back with the wind, the sunrays reflecting on them and turning them into a few brilliant shades of red; when he'd heaved a sigh of relief to see her safe and thought in that second that that would be for forever.

Ginny kissed him again, bringing him out of his reverie and he looked into her eyes, those warm chocolate brown eyes that had comforted him for since as long as he could remember.

"I think I'll just fall asleep now," she whispered, and Harry breathed out, placing his head over hers, feeling the way her breath slowed down until she was asleep.

It wasn't long before he did too.

There was chaos in the morning, with Ginny on her way to tryouts and Harry on his way to a hearing. If it was up to Harry, he would have gladly avoided going to his hearing so that he could go be with Ginny.

"You sure you don't want me to drop you?" he asked her when they were leaving out the door. It had become a tradition these last couple of weeks, them leaving together. No matter how late either of them were, coming back home, they made sure they left together. If Ginny was late, Harry would go and wait outside the stadium for her. If Harry was on a mission, then he'd make sure she knew about it before he left.

Made sure that both of them knew that the other was safe.

"Nope," Ginny mumbled out, her mouth stuffed with the waffles he had made in the morning.

"Gin," he urged, holding her by her shoulders. "Say the word, and I'll go with you there. Damn with the hearing. Ron will manage that by himself."

Ginny gulped down her waffles, before soundlessly opening the door and motioning him to get out.

"You do your work," she said. "I think I can manage my tryouts on my own."

"And I have absolutely no doubt about it," Harry smiled. "Even with the way you practised, I daresay Gwenog's already duly impressed."

"As she should be," Ginny quipped. "Now go. Don't bother me."

"Oh, I'm bothering you, is it?"

Ginny smiled, before yanking on his tie to bring him closer, capturing his lips in a kiss. Before he could bring her closer to him though, Ginny pulled away with a smirk.

"Go," she urged, and Harry smiled, waving to her as he apparated into the endless expanse.

It was when he was entering the room when Harry realised it.

That at that particular moment, the hearing wasn't the place he was supposed to be.

Merlin's hell, he cursed, as he stepped back from the flooplace.

"What's gotten into you?" Ron asked him as Harry wordlessly tossed him the shrunken folder he had in his pocket.

"I need to be at the tryouts."

If he hurried, he could just make it before it ended. Stuffing his wand into his pocket, Harry walked faster, aware of the countless eyes watching him march out into the hallway. Paying no heed to them, he started running.

There was someone waiting for him, and he certainly wasn't going to let her wait any longer.

Slamming into the apparating station, Harry cut in front of another man wearing green and purple robes, shooting him an apologetic smile before vanishing into the chamber.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was in the telephone booth in front of the stadium.

Harry broke into a run, sprinting over to the entrance, wondering whether the yells coming from inside the stadium indicated anything good, whether Ginny's tryouts were already finished and done.

"Sir, you can't go in unless you have an ID," the guard at the door said as he reached there. He was a muggle, and completely unaware of anything that happened inside the building he was guarding.

"I'm, uh, I'm Ginny Weasley's boyfriend," Harry said, already feeling that sense of giddiness that overcame him when he realised that he was actually her boyfriend. Her boyfriend.

"Yeah, right," the man sharply said, blocking the entrance in front of him. "Unless you have an ID, you can't go in there."

"Look, I'm already late - "

"I don't care."

Before Harry could slam him against the wall, a tall woman stepped out of the door, looked at the two of them, and then glared at the man. "Let him go, Charles," she said, annoyance tinging her voice.

The man looked at him, and then back at her, as if wanting to protest, but the woman merely nodded at Harry and he took his chance to rush into the building.

There, there she was. On the opposite side of the glass door.

She was smiling, her broom resting comfortably on her shoulder, and even at this distance, Harry could sense that familiar victorious smirk on her face that had once irked him to no end. But he had always loved it.

When the glass doors opened, he watched as her eyes lazily flitted across the stadium, before resting on him. He watched as her eyes widened and the broom slipped out of her hands and landed gently on the grass below. He watched as she broke into a run, and he stepped forward, laughing as she launched herself at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she laughed, wrapping her hands around his neck, and Harry smiled, recognizing the tone of relief under all the surprise.

"I missed you too much to not see you make the team."

Ginny met his gaze, and laughed, throwing her head back. "I made it," she said, sounding breathless. "I really made it."

And then once again, it was as if Harry was pulled back into that reverie. But this time, he knew that he was going to say it. He was going to let her know how much she really meant to him.

"Gin," he said, a smile appearing on his face as she jumped down from his arms. With one hand he brushed a few stray hairs away from her face, lifting her chin up with the other, so that he was looking into her eyes. Eyes that had comforted him for as long as he could remember.

"I," he breathed out. "I- you.." Again, it was the nervousness that overcame him, because it was the first time he'd be telling her he loved her, after thinking about it for weeks and weeks, and knowing it for months more.

Harry wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

Ginny chuckled, then pushed his glasses further up his nose. "What about me?" she said with a huge smile on her face, her hands resting lazily around his neck.

"It's not about you," Harry stuttered, then cursed. "It is about you, Merlin's hell. It's-I-I just can't get over how a few years ago, all I could think about was kissing you, and now -"

"You are kissing me?" Ginny quipped, looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

Harry sighed, and then blurted out, his hands damp and shaky around her waist. "No, Merlin," he sighed, exasperated at his own lack of tact, "I just wanted to say "I love you" for the first time without stuttering, but that isn't…."

He trailed off, his eyes widening, but Ginny simply smiled up at him, not a hint of hesitation on her face.

And it was like the world had stopped for him for a second, as he looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, knowing that this, this was forever, however long that lasted.

"Well, you should have just led with that," she said, before rising on her tiptoes and kissing him, her hands disappearing into his hair, as his arms tightened around her waist. Maybe time stopped when his lips met hers, and he wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind had tricked him into a perfect present, but like every time he had been with her, the warm feeling her lips gave against his, although destabilising, left him asking for more.

"I love you Harry, I love you too. In every possible way," she whispered as she rested her forehead against his, the sun through her hair, turning it into a brilliant ten shades of red.

And he knew that this just might be forever.

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I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

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