Ginny watched as raindrops collected into little streams, slowly flowing down the thin misty window.
She had curled up in a large woollen blanket, a small rug spread out under her. Her back comfortably against the cold stone wall, she closed her eyes, listening to the dull noise of rain hitting the window.
Minutes passed while she just sat there, taking in every little noise her dorm room gave off, the muffled cracks of old wooden support beams, the faint blowing of the wind as it rushed through stone and brick alike.
Lavishing in the peace bestowed upon her for once, between all this suffering and chaos.
Her eyes flew open and she slowly moved her hands, clenching them tightly, feeling strong and at ease with herself.
Pulling herself upright she slowly reached to grab the steaming cup of tea she had prepared for herself earlier, a well-rehearsed heating charm keeping it at the proper temperature.
Bringing it up to her lips she took a long revitalizing sip, her cold lips tingling at the warmth of the cup. A sensation traveled through her body as she felt the hot liquid rekindling a burning flame inside her. She felt ready.
The cup was put back down and through newfound energy, Ginny jumped to her feet, sending the thick blanket flying off her knees in the process.
In one breath she stormed from the tower room, a clear goal in mind, as the door flew closed behind her, she had someone to find.
She rushed down the stairs and through the common room, not caring nor stopping for the many whispers and curious looks the other students threw at her. Her target clearly outlined in her mind.
Like a breezing gust of wind, she rushed through the castle, eventually leaving the old candle-lit hallways and stepping into the courtyard, the rain violently whipping at her face in greeting.
Drenched to the skin, yet not freezing, strong winds blowing back her hair, yet remaining firm in her tracks.
Ginny came to an abrupt halt, the grass so soaked water splashed under her feet, and she spotted him.
And he spotted her.
Soaring down, the broom landing on the muddy ground as he jumped off it, sprinting towards her.
And Ginny ran too.
Arms open they collided, and in deep embrace they remained, melting into each other, their clutches tight.
They spun and turned and tears fell between the pouring rain, yet not of sorrow, but of the greatest joy imaginable
No words needed as they spoke through their love, and Ginny cupped his face as she saw his heart through the eyes of shining emerald, wet black hair framing his beautiful face.
Yet no rain, no wind, and no frost remained as their lips gently touched, they were levitating, a connection stronger not to be found.
And her body glowed brightly as if drying up her wet skin, and kiss followed kiss, time slowing down, two stars in their own galaxy, drifting together.
She was home, here, where she belonged, with whom she belonged, they could never be whole, not without each other.
And Ginny knew, neither fate nor eternity would keep them apart, they would be together at last.