Harry watched as Ginny scrunched her nose with frustration as she tried to dry her hair with her wand. With a chuckle, "Here, let me help." He offered. Resigned to her fate, Ginny walked over to Harry, handing him her wand, and turned around so that he could dry her hair.
With a simple flick of the wand, Ginny's hair bounced back to her natural curls. "Thanks." She sighed in relief. He gave her wand back, and with a grin, he said, "You're adorable, you know?" "What?" But Ginny didn't seem to hear him as she walked over to the closet, looking for suitable clothes to wear. "Nothing."
"I heard that." Ginny called. Harry could hear the smile in her voice. "Heard what?" He feigned innocence. "Your compliment. You called me adorable." "Because you are! You are so adorable and I want it all to myself." "Harry!" Ginny whined. "You know I don't like being called adorable! I'm Ginny Weasley, Quidditch Player Extraordinaire, Fierce Witch with the best Bat Bogey hex known to man!"
"Ginny Potter now." She felt strong arms engulf her and a husky voice in her ear, making her blush. She whirled around in his arms, grabbing his shirt and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him like there was no return, passionate, and bruising. She felt like she could kiss him forever, and felt safe in his arms in a way that she never had before. She was Ginny Potter, and she completely melted in Harry's arms.