With You By My Side
The soft glow of the fireplace cast a warm ambiance in the quiet living room of Grimmauld Place. Harry and Ginny sat close on the worn-out sofa, the crackling fire providing the only soundtrack to the serene evening.
As Ginny rested her head on Harry's shoulder, he looked down at her, the tenderness in his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. The room seemed to quiet, leaving only the soft whispers of the flames and the comforting rustle of pages as Harry absentmindedly stroked the cover of a book.
Ginny shifted, finding a comfortable position against Harry's side. "What are you thinking, love?"
Harry's gaze remained fixed on the dancing flames, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Ginny's arm. "Just feeling grateful, I suppose."
Ginny smiled, her eyes meeting his. "Grateful for what?"
He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. "For moments like these. The quiet, the warmth, and knowing that I have you by my side."
Ginny's heart swelled with affection, and she reached for his hand, entwining their fingers. "I feel it too, Harry. It's like everything is right in the world when we're together like this."
"Then let's make the most of it; while it lasts." Harry affirmed. "The day I fought Voldemort, I thought I wouldn't live to see another day. I was afraid. I was afraid that I would die that day. You were my last thought, y'know?" He admitted.
"I was?" She looked at him in surprise. He nodded. She smiled softly at him, and sat up. She gestured towards her lap, and he stretched out across the sofa, his head in her lap. Her fingers moved automatically, stroking his hair, massaging his scalp. He sighed, and grinned up at her contentedly. "I'm so happy you're with me, Gin." He whispered. "I love you."
"Me too, Harry. Me too." She said, pecking him on the lips.