69. Happy
Ginny stood in her old bedroom, looking out the window. It seemed so long ago that she had lived here. She remembered the tomboy she had been and smiled in rememberance of all the scheming she had done here against her brothers.
She wondered to herself if her daughter was going to be like her. She certainly hoped so. She had had such a happy childhood, even if she hadn't exactly had a girly upbringing. It was fine by her, because she had been happy.
A soft tap on the door made her turn. Harry was standing in the doorway, smiling at her. He was thinking how beautiful she looked in the moonlight and regretting the way he had never made a move before Draco had gotten his claws into her.
"Hi Harry." she said, smiling back. She turned back to the window and he took that as the go ahead to come in. He moved to her side slowly, standing close but not touching her. She felt his presence, close to her.
She had been avoiding Harry since she had announced her pregnancy nearly a year ago. Even at her wedding, she had done her best to keep her distance from him. She couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about Harry that made her feel different. She loved Draco with everything in her, but there was just a feeling of more when Harry was around.
It was a happy feeling.
His hand ghosted down her back, eliciting a shiver all through her. "Harry," she whispered, warning in her voice. His lips found her neck and she froze, too caught in the moment to care what happened next.
For the moment, she was happy.