Lust - Ginny
He was gone. She watched it happen. The two men circling each other, their eyes and eventually their spells reminding her childishly of Christmas.
She remembered watching those moments with bated breath, thinking 'This is it, it has to be.' She remembered barely noticing everyone else just as tense as her. She remembered resisting the temptation to call out to Harry to stop talking and finish it already.
Now though, while her family and friends shared their mixed feelings seven floors below, she could only think of one thing - the man to whom they were all in debt.
Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The best bloody kisser she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.
That was all she could think about now. Harry. The hours they'd spent alone together the year before. How the year he'd spent doing Merlin knows what had scarred and bruised his skin. When they would be together again…if they would be together again.
She turned the corner, not knowing where she was going anymore, and stopped when she saw who was on the other end of the corridor. He had stopped too, apparently wandering idly just as she had been.
Ginny felt her cheeks take on a pink tint as she realized that this was the first time she'd been alone with Harry since his seventeenth birthday. She didn't know she was walking towards him, and that he was coming to her, until they were a few feet from each other in the middle of the corridor.
"Harry…" Before she could stop herself, she flung her arms around him, burying her face in his chest and willing him not to make her let go.
Silence. Ginny worried for a second if Harry was too shocked to react, or lost in his own thoughts like he had been for the past few days. But then, she felt a familiar arm around her waist, and another cupping her cheek.
"Ginny." And he turned her face up to his, and they shared a happy, wordless reunion that Ginny had been waiting for.