Scent

Harry Potter was dead tired. With his last ounce of energy, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, threw it into the fireplace at the Ministry and landed, not without some difficulty, at his house. The only good thing about the day was that it was Quidditch off-season, so he would enjoy a quiet evening with Ginny, sitting on the couch, just cuddling.

As soon as he arrived, he noticed a strange scent in the air, like that of...

Before he could even think what it was, a red ball pounced on him, almost knocking him to the ground. Ginny wrapped her hands around his neck:

"Harry, you're back!"

He smiled and Ginny kissed him. Harry found that he actually had some energy left and responded to the kiss. He sighed between her lips, the scent of flowers that was so unmistakably Ginny, combined with a faint scent of Quidditch (she must have been practicing) enveloped him and Harry drowned all the problems, pains, and worries of the day in the kiss.

They broke apart and the other scent hit him again. With it came the revelation:

"You made treacle tart!"

"Of course I did, come and get some."

Ginny smiled, maybe a little too much. Harry noticed she was also fiddling with the bracelet Luna had gifted her. He did not move.

"Well, what is it?" Ginny asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow:

"You know I'm the only Weasley you could never lie to."

For a second, her smile became more genuine, then Ginny blushed, taking Harry back years when she was just a cute little girl who had a crush on him. Harry also smiled at the memory.

"Okay, okay, I didn't make treacle tart. But I really wanted to make it. I mean, I had it all planned, it was my idea. It's just that I wanted to work out a little too, to keep fit, and then it got late, and then I tried to make it, but I couldn't figure it out, and it came out a mess, so I called Mum, and she... gave me a hand, that's all." Ginny rambled.

"Gave you a hand by making it."

"Well, yes, by making it, but I swear, the idea..."

Harry interrupted her, planting his lips on hers once more.

"I love you. Thank you for the surprise. You know it's the thought that counts for me."

Harry looked at her lovingly, then slowly a grin spread across his face and his eyes shone mischievously.

"I knew right away it wasn't your doing. The scent was too good."

Harry found he still had some energy left as he ran, dodging Ginny's spells as she followed him around the house.