Cold
The fireplace in the cozy Burrow living room crackled with warmth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Despite the glowing embers, a chill lingered in the air, and Ginny couldn't shake off the cold that seemed to seep into her bones. She pulled the thick blanket tighter around her shoulders, her thoughts drifting to the sounds of winter winds outside.
Harry, sitting across from her, noticed the slight shiver that ran through her. Without a word, he got up and made his way over to the fireplace, picking up a log from the basket. He expertly added it to the fire, coaxing the flames to rise higher. The room began to thaw, but Harry wasn't finished.
Turning to Ginny, he flashed a mischievous smile and held out his hands, inviting her to join him by the now roaring fire. Ginny hesitated for a moment before scooting closer. Harry enveloped her in his warmth, and the chill that had settled in her heart melted away.
"Better?" he asked, his green eyes filled with concern and love.
Ginny nodded, feeling the heat from both the fire and Harry's embrace. She leaned into him, savoring the comfort of his arms around her. As the flames flickered, casting a warm glow on their faces, Harry pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"I've got you," he whispered, as if the words alone could banish the cold not just from the room, but from every corner of their world. And in that quiet moment by the fire, surrounded by the love they had built together, Ginny realized that Harry's warmth was the most effective remedy for any cold that life could throw at them.