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The Burrow – Summer

He was circling the garden. She never got tired of watching of him fly. He had a sense of calm about him that didn't translate to anywhere else but in flight.

Harry flew low and fast like a comet racing the sun. He slowed down, gliding gracefully. Ginny moved from her tree, he had disappeared behind some hedges. Lord Voldermort's return had made everybody paranoid, including her.

She was just about to start calling him, but he reappeared before she could begin shouting his name. The rain had begun to come down hard, Ginny sighed in relief. She stole back into the burrow before Harry could see her.

Gryffindor Tower - Fall

Ginny sat in front of the cozy fire. Her head was lolling to the left, Arnold dozing comfortably on her shoulder. Ginny always dreamed of the rain when she was studying. It helped soothe her nerves when she had so much homework to do.

This particular dream was rather realistic, in fact she could almost feel the rain, "drip, drip, drip…" right onto her forehead. It was a severe contrast, the frigid streak sliding down her warm cheek.

'Wait a minute,' Ginny sat up abruptly the cold droplets falling past her neck and into her sweater. "Since when does Hogwarts have a leak," she craned her head around to get a better look at the ceiling.

Her question was cut off by a head of black hair, black hair that was now soaking the front of her sweater. "Harry." She shrieked hastily moving his head of her sweater and onto the edge of the couch. "It's just water, Gin," a yawn overtook him forcing his eyes closed.

"It's very cold water," she retorted, turning her back to him. "Gin? You mad?" His boyish smile fell. The dark shadows that had barely begun to vanish, quickly making themselves known.

Ginny ignored him; she was muttering something and searching her bag frantically. She moved her books aside. Ginny let out a frustrated groan, Harry reached for her puzzled by her behavior.

Without a word, she whirled around and ran up the girl's staircase. Harry moved off the couch intent of stopping her, "I'll be right back." She shouted leaving a bewildered boy. He repositioned himself on the couch, his head hanging off the arm. 'I'll never understand girls, especially redheads.'

Not that he knew many.

Ginny moved around her dormitory. She tore through her trunk, spying the item she was looking for at the bottom. She made her way down the staircase, she looked around for him. She located the tips of Harry ebony hair, the edges creating a small puddle on the pillow he was using.

Ginny approached the squishy armchair. She could hear slight snoring coming from the exhausted boy. She carefully lifted his head, sliding the towel under it. She began to gently dry his hair, briskly rubbing the strands between the soft terry cloth.

She quietly got up and performed a drying spell. She could have done the same for his hair but she enjoyed the feel of it. Ginny was absorbed in her task, unaware she had placed part of the towel across his face.

Harry woke up panicked, immediately trying to yank off whatever was covering his face. Ginny placed her hands on his shoulder and removed the item. Soothing him back onto the couch, "Harry, relax it's just me." She repeated his earlier words to him.

Harry sagged and let her lay him back down, "You scared me." His voice was muffled by the towel as she resumed drying his hair. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you didn't catch a cold. Mum would have kittens."

"Thanks for the spell, you could have done the same for my hair." He remarked. She shoved him over, making room for herself. She adjusted her legs, placing the towel in her lap and his head on the makeshift pillow.

"Not the same." She whispered, her freckled nose pressed delicately against his. "Yeah, I liked that bit too." Harry could feel his face heat at the wide smile she gave him. She never noticed it before but Harry had a mole in a very seductive place.

She loved how his eyes would widen behind his glasses. His eye color always gave him away. If they were light he was jovial, if they were dark he was usually depressed.

Sometimes she would fantasize about them, picturing them going from the lightest ocean green to the darkest forest green. A deep blush stained her cheeks at what she would do to make those eyes darken.

"Gin?" he tried to ask but his breath was stuck in his lungs. Her long auburn hair had slipped from its bun, her wand hanging on by a curl. "Shush," she exhaled.

She lightly placed her lips on the very corner of his mouth. Her tongue attempted to trace the mole on the top of his lip. Ginny lifted her mouth from his, "Let's finish that hair, shall we?" her voice was shaky but her smile was cocky.

"Anything you say," he rested peacefully, loving the feel of her nails massaging his scalp. "Harry you smell like Hogwarts after the rain, clean and cool." She whispered.

Ginny inched his glasses off, careful not to wake him.

"Gin…not…sleepy." He cupped her hand against his face, trying to keep his glasses on. "I won't take them but I need my hand."

He let go briefly but thinking better of it recaptured her hand, holding it to him like a teddy bear, "Like flowers."

Yes, she always did dream of rain. It was only fitting that the scent of rain would remind her of him.

The End