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It was a beautiful morning, with sunlight streaming through the window directly into Harry's face. He slowly opened his eyes, smiling as he felt the warmth on his skin. As he came to, he sensed someone snuggled beside him. He turned his head to see who it was, and was greeted by a sea of red. Ginny was still fast asleep, her red hair tangled from sleep.
Harry's heart swelled with love and affection as he realized he was snuggled up beside Ginny. He felt a deep sense of comfort and security, knowing that she was by his side. "This is the life," he thought to himself, smiling.
"It feels amazing to be this close to her," Harry thought, his eyes fixed on Ginny's peaceful face. "I feel like I'm home."
He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "I love her so much," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
As he held her, Harry felt a sense of calm wash over him. He knew that everything was right with the world, as long as Ginny was by his side.
Harry didn't want to disturb Ginny's peaceful slumber, so he gently leaned in to kiss her cheek without lifting his head. As his lips made contact with her soft skin, he felt a surge of love and tenderness. "I love her so much," he thought, his heart full of emotion. He lingered on her cheek, savoring the moment, and feeling grateful to be so close to her.
As he kissed her, Ginny stirred in her sleep, her head moving slightly. Harry felt her lips brush against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, wow," he thought, his heart racing with excitement. "That feels amazing."
The gentle touch of her lips on his skin sent a wave of pleasure through his body. He felt his heart beat faster, and his love for her deepen. "I never want to let her go," he thought, holding her closer.
Ginny's lips lingered on his neck, and Harry felt like he was melting into her touch. He was completely absorbed in the moment, his senses heightened, and his love for her overwhelming. "This is bliss," he thought, his eyes closed in pure happiness.
As Harry gently tried to get up, Ginny instinctively gripped him even tighter, pulling him closer to her. Harry's heart started racing, beating very fast, as he felt her warmth and closeness. "Whoa, she's really holding on tight," he thought, surprised by her strength.
He felt a rush of excitement and love, knowing that she wanted to be close to him even in her sleep. "I love this," he thought, his heart soaring with happiness.
As Ginny wrapped her hands and legs around him, Harry felt like he was being enveloped in a warm embrace. He was surrounded by her, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection and love.
"She's smiling in her sleep," Harry thought, looking at Ginny's peaceful face. "She must be dreaming about something happy."
Harry's heart continued to beat fast, but he didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell of the moment. He was content to be wrapped in Ginny's arms, feeling her warmth and love. "This is perfect," he thought, his eyes closing in pure happiness.
As Harry closed his eyes, he suddenly realized that Ginny was beside him, which meant she had slept in the manor. His feelings of happiness and contentment quickly turned to horror as he thought about the implications.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Harry thought, his mind racing with panic. "What will Mr. and Mrs. Weasley think? Where was their daughter supposed to be?"
He imagined the Weasleys' faces, worried and searching for Ginny, and his heart sank. "I've got to get her out of here," Harry thought, trying to come up with a plan.
But as he looked at Ginny, still smiling in her sleep, he couldn't bring himself to wake her. "She's so peaceful," he thought, his heart torn between his love for her and his fear of getting caught.
"What have we done?" Harry thought, his mind filled with dread. "This is not good, not good at all."
Harry's panic turned to sheer terror as he thought about the Weasleys' reaction to finding their only daughter snuggled up beside a boy for the whole night. "What if they knew?" he thought, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
"Oh no, her brothers!" Harry thought, imagining the wrath of Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and Percy. "They'll kill me!"
He pictured the Weasley brothers, their faces red with anger, demanding to know what had happened. "I'm dead," Harry thought, his heart sinking.
"What was I thinking?" Harry berated himself. "I should have never let this happen!"
Ginny stirred beside him, still smiling in her sleep, oblivious to the panic that was gripping Harry. "Please don't wake up," Harry thought, willing her to stay asleep, at least for a little while longer.
As Harry looked down, he saw that they were wrapped in a single blanket. His eyes widened in surprise, and he thought, "A single blanket?!"
He was sure there hadn't been a blanket when he lay down beside Ginny, which meant only one thing - Grandma Mrs. Tucker must have done it. Harry's panic turned to relief as he thought, "Grandma Mrs. Tucker must have covered us up, she's always looking out for us."
Then he imagined Grandma Mrs. Tucker's reaction, "She'll say something like, 'Oh, Harry, you're finally taking care of my Ginny!' or 'I knew you two were meant to be!'" Harry thought, chuckling to himself.
"I can handle Grandma Mrs. Tucker's teasing," Harry thought, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "At least she won't be angry, and she'll just be happy to see us together."
"Thank you, Grandma Mrs. Tucker," Harry thought, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
But then, the biggest horror came into Harry's mind: the Dursleys. He had been out all night, and he knew they would be furious. Harry's heart sank as he imagined Vernon's anger, his fists clenched and ready to strike.
"He'll kill me," Harry thought, his old wounds flinching at the sight of Vernon's angry face in his mind.
And then, there was the matter of explaining why he had stayed out all night. "How will I tell them that it was a girl I wanted to snuggle with?" Harry thought, his mind racing with dread.
"'I was with a girl, Uncle Vernon, and I wanted to stay with her, so I didn't come home'?" Harry imagined himself saying, and he knew it wouldn't go down well.
"'You're a disgusting little boy, Harry!'" Harry imagined Vernon shouting, his face red with rage.
Harry shuddered at the thought, knowing he had to come up with a better excuse, or face the consequences.
Then, Harry thought that he couldn't do anything to change the situation. What was done was done, and he would have to face the consequences. He steeled himself for the wrath of the Weasleys and the beatings of the Dursleys.
"It's worth it," Harry thought, looking at Ginny's peaceful face. "I wouldn't change a thing, even if I could."
"Ginny is not something to regret," Harry thought, his heart full of love for her.
"I'll take whatever comes our way," Harry thought, his jaw setting in determination. "As long as I have Ginny, I can face anything."
"I love her," Harry thought, his heart soaring with emotion. "And I'll do whatever it takes to be with her."
With a newfound sense of courage, Harry waited for the dawn to break, knowing that their families would soon discover them together.
Then, Harry thought that they were still in the hall, and Ginny deserved to sleep in a proper bed. He glanced around, looking for someone to help, and spotted Twinky the elf. "Twinky!" Harry called out softly, not wanting to wake Ginny.
"Yes, Master Harry?" Twinky replied, curtsying low.
"Can we have a bedroom, please?" Harry asked, trying to maneuver Ginny into a more comfortable position.
"Master Harry, your room is ready," Twinky said with a smile. "Upstairs, second from the left."
Harry gently got up, holding Ginny securely in his arms, her arms still wrapped around his neck. He climbed the stairs, careful not to jostle her, and found his room.
"Thanks, Twinky," Harry said, smiling at the elf as he passed by.
"You're welcome, Master Harry," Twinky replied, beaming with pride. "I'll bring up some breakfast later."
Then, Harry opened the door to his own room, and his eyes widened in wonder. The room was magnificent, a true sanctuary. The walls were painted a warm, rich blue, adorned with golden tapestries depicting scenes of Quidditch and magical creatures.
The bed, a sturdy four-poster, stood majestically in the center of the room, its posts carved with intricate wooden dragons. The bedspread, a vibrant red, was embroidered with golden snitches and stars.
A beautiful wooden table, polished to a shine, sat in front of a comfortable chair, perfect for reading or writing. The fireplace, a grand stone affair, crackled and popped, casting a warm glow over the room.
Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with leather-bound tomes on magic, adventure, and mythology. A large wardrobe stood in one corner, its doors adorned with intricate carvings of leaves and vines.
"Wow," Harry breathed, taking it all in. "This is amazing."
Ginny stirred in his arms, and Harry gently laid her down on the bed, covering her with the bedspread. He took a moment to appreciate the room, feeling grateful for this little slice of heaven.
"It's perfect," Harry thought, smiling.
Then, Harry discovered that his room even had a balcony, which he accessed through a set of French doors. The balcony was a delightful surprise, with a stunning view of the surrounding countryside. It was adorned with potted plants and a small table with two chairs, perfect for enjoying a quiet breakfast or a romantic dinner.
"This is incredible," Harry thought, taking in the breathtaking view.
The balcony railing was made of delicate ironwork, with intricate patterns of leaves and vines. The floor was made of smooth stone, cool beneath Harry's feet.
After exploring the balcony, Harry made his way to the bathroom, which was equally magnificent. The room was tiled in white marble, with a large tub and a separate shower. The sink was made of a beautiful piece of polished wood, with a mirror hanging above it.
"Wow, this is luxurious," Harry thought, running his hand over the smooth marble.
The bathroom also had a large window, which let in plenty of natural light and offered a view of the surrounding gardens. Harry couldn't believe his luck - he had never had a room like this before.
"It's like a dream come true," Harry thought, grinning from ear to ear.
Then, Harry noticed that his trunk was safely kept in the corner of the room, and he began to unpack. He started by placing his wizard robes and Muggle clothes, including undergarments, belts, socks, and shoes, in the wardrobe. He hung up his robes neatly, making sure they weren't wrinkled or creased.
"Ah, it's good to have everything organized," Harry thought, smiling to himself.
He placed his Muggle clothes in a separate section of the wardrobe, carefully folding and stacking them. He put his socks and underwear in a drawer, and his shoes on a rack.
"I'm glad I have plenty of space," Harry thought, admiring the large wardrobe.
As he unpacked, Harry felt a sense of excitement and belonging. He was finally settling into his new life at the Manor , and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.
"Everything is going to be all right," Harry thought, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.
Then, Harry began unpacking his books, both Muggle and wizarding, and carefully placed them on the bookshelves. He ran his fingers over the spines of the books, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity.
"Ah, my old friends," Harry thought, smiling as he placed a particularly worn copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" on a shelf.
He grouped his wizarding books together, placing his textbooks on charms, transfiguration, and potions on one shelf, and his favorite stories and legends on another.
"I'm glad I have all my books here," Harry thought, feeling a sense of contentment.
As he unpacked his Muggle books, Harry couldn't help but think of his miserable life with the Dursleys. He had often found solace in those books, escaping into different worlds and stories.
"Those were dark times," Harry thought, shaking his head. "But I'm free now."
With his books finally unpacked and organized, Harry stepped back to admire his handiwork. The bookshelves were now filled with a mix of Muggle and wizarding books, a testament to his dual identity.
"It's perfect," Harry thought, smiling.
Then, Harry noticed that there were two more doors in his room, and his curiosity got the better of him. He opened one of the doors and was delighted to find a small pantry kitchen, perfect for a hungry wizard like himself.
"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement.
He emptied his snacks and food ingredients from his trunk and shelves onto the pantry's countertops. There were jars of treats like Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and Cauldron Cakes, as well as ingredients for cooking and baking.
"This is amazing!" Harry thought, feeling like he had his own little slice of heaven.
The pantry was equipped with everything he needed, including a small fridge, a stove, and a sink. Harry couldn't wait to try out some new recipes and experiment with different flavors and ingredients.
"I can make all my favorite treats here," Harry thought, his mind racing with possibilities.
With his snacks and ingredients safely stored away, Harry closed the pantry door and turned his attention to the second door, wondering where it might lead.
Then, Harry opened the second door and was astonished to find two small rooms. One of them was a tiny potion laboratory, complete with shelves of jars containing various ingredients, a small workbench, and a cauldron.
"Whoa, a potion lab!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "I can brew my own potions here!"
The room was perfectly equipped for experimenting with potions, and Harry couldn't wait to try out some new recipes. He had always been fascinated by potions, and now he had his own space to practice and learn.
The second room was a Quidditch wardrobe room, filled with all sorts of Quidditch gear, including broomsticks, robes, and equipment.
"Yes! My own Quidditch room!" Harry thought, grinning from ear to ear.
There were shelves for his Quidditch robes, hooks for his broomsticks, and a large trunk for storing his gear. Harry felt like a true Quidditch player, with his own space to store and maintain his equipment.
"This is incredible," Harry thought, feeling like he was living his dream.
Then, Harry packed a small black bag with a few basic necessities, including some books and new clothes, in preparation for his eventual return to the Dursleys. The bag was magically extended, which he had purchased the day before, allowing him to fit more items than its size would suggest.
"I don't want to leave anything valuable here," Harry thought, remembering the way the Dursleys had treated him.
He carefully selected only the most essential items, knowing he would have to leave his new life at the Manor behind. Harry didn't want to risk losing anything precious to the Dursleys' neglect or malice.
"Just the basics," Harry thought, zipping up the bag. "I'll be fine."
"I'll only take what I need," Harry said to himself, determined to keep his new life separate from his old one.
With the bag packed, Harry felt a sense of preparedness, knowing he could return to the Dursleys at a moment's notice, but also knowing he had a new home to come back to.
Then, Harry spotted his cat, Kluer, napping in the corner of a table, her fur now changed to a beautiful pure black. He couldn't resist going over to pet her.
"Hey, Kluer," Harry said softly, reaching out to stroke her soft fur. "You look amazing with your new black coat."
Kluer purred contentedly, stretching out her claws and arching her back as Harry petted her.
"You're so beautiful," Harry cooed, scratching behind her ears. "I'm so glad you're here with me."
Kluer nuzzled Harry's hand, purring louder, and Harry felt a sense of peace wash over him.
"I'm home now, Kluer," Harry said, smiling. "We're safe."
As he continued to pet Kluer, Harry felt a deep connection to his beloved cat, grateful for her companionship and love.
Then, Harry's eyes landed on a perch near his bed, cleverly designed to resemble a tree branch. His heart swelled with joy as he spotted his beloved owl, Hedwig, perched on it, fast asleep.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're back!"
He gently reached out to pet her soft, white feathers, and Hedwig stirred, opening her big round eyes.
"Hey, girl," Harry cooed. "I've missed you so much."
Hedwig nuzzled Harry's hand, and he stroked her head, feeling a deep sense of comfort and peace.
"You're home now, Hedwig," Harry said, smiling. "You're safe."
As he continued to pet Hedwig, Harry felt a sense of completeness wash over him. His cat, Kluer, was by his side, and now his owl, Hedwig, had returned. He was finally home, surrounded by the creatures he loved.
Then, Harry finally made his way to the beautiful bathroom, eager to get fresh and clean. He brushed his teeth, feeling the cool minty flavor in his mouth, and then stepped into the warm shower, letting the water wash away his fatigue.
As he stood under the showerhead, Harry couldn't help but notice the changes in his body. He had grown taller and more muscular, his shoulders broader and his arms stronger. His chest was now more defined, with a subtle hint of abs visible beneath his skin. His legs were lean and powerful, honed from hours of practice.
"Blimey, I've really filled out," Harry said, admiring his reflection in the mirror.
His biceps bulged slightly as he flexed his arms, and his triceps were well-defined. His back was strong and broad, with a subtle V-shape that spoke to his athleticism. Harry's eyes sparkled with pride as he took in his reflection.
"I'm getting stronger every day," Harry thought, grinning at his reflection.
His skin was smooth and clear, with a warm glow from spending time outdoors. His dark hair was messy and damp from the shower, but his bright green eyes shone with a sense of confidence and self-assurance.
"Looking good, Harry," he said to himself, chuckling.
Then, Harry's gaze fell upon the scars that still lingered on his body, reminders of the brutal beatings he had endured at the hands of the Dursleys. But Harry was not one to dwell on the past. He was determined to move forward, and so he decided to conduct an experiment.
"Let's see if I can make these scars disappear," Harry said to himself, a mischievous glint in his eye.
He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and cast a glamor charm on himself. When he opened his eyes again, he was thrilled to see that 90% of the scars had vanished.
"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, beaming with pride. "I'm getting better at this!"
With a satisfied smile, Harry wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, forgetting that Ginny was fast asleep in his bed. Oblivious to her presence, he began searching for what to wear that day, rummaging through his wardrobe in just a towel.
"Hmm, what shall I wear today?" Harry wondered aloud, scanning his clothes. "Something comfortable, I think."
Then, Harry slipped on a pair of boxers and removed the towel, standing confidently in just his underwear. He continued to search for a shirt to wear, oblivious to Ginny's gaze.
Just then, Ginny stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes, taking in the sight of Harry standing in front of the wardrobe, wearing only his boxers. She couldn't help but notice Harry's muscular figure, his broad shoulders and chest, and his lean, athletic build.
Harry, still unaware of Ginny's attention, continued to search for a shirt, whistling softly to himself. But then, he turned around, finding Ginny staring at him with a mix of surprise and admiration.
"Oh, Ginny! I... uh... didn't see you there," Harry stuttered, his face flushing bright red.
Ginny's eyes widened, and she too began to blush furiously. "H-Harry, I... I was just... uh... waking up," she stammered.
Mortified, Harry quickly grabbed a Quidditch t-shirt and a comfortable pair of trousers and began to put them on. "I'll, uh, just get dressed then," he muttered, avoiding Ginny's gaze.
Ginny watched, still blushing, as Harry hastily got dressed, trying to play it cool despite the awkwardness of the moment.
Then, Ginny's gaze lingered on Harry's back and hand, noticing some scars that remained. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "Harry, what's that? How did you get those scars?"
Harry tried to brush it off, "It's nothing, Ginny. Just a few old injuries."
But Ginny was not so easily deterred. She got out of bed, walked up to Harry, and gently took his hand, which was resting on his trousers, leaving him topless again.
"Tell me, Harry. What happened?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.
Harry hesitated, feeling a mix of emotions. "It was... the Dursleys," he said quietly. "They used to beat me."
Ginny's eyes widened in shock, but she said nothing, her grip on Harry's hand tightening.
"If you saw them all, Ginny... I don't think the Dursleys would have survived," Harry added mentally.
As he spoke, Harry's face grew hotter, and he began to blush furiously. He was acutely aware of Ginny's closeness, her hand on his, and his own shirtless state.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny whispered, her voice full of empathy. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
Harry's blush deepened, and he looked away, trying to hide his emotions. But Ginny's gentle touch and concerned gaze made him feel seen and understood.
Then, Ginny's emotions got the better of her, and she hugged Harry tightly, forgetting that he was still shirtless. But Harry was in heaven, feeling Ginny's warm embrace and her gentle touch.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," Ginny whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.
Harry's face grew even hotter, and he blushed so deeply that he thought he might explode. But he couldn't help himself, he wrapped his arms around Ginny, pulling her closer, and deepening the hug.
"I'm just glad you're here, Ginny," Harry whispered back, his voice barely audible.
Ginny pulled back slightly, looking up at Harry with tears in her eyes. "I'll always be here for you, Harry," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
Harry's blush deepened, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He felt seen, understood, and loved. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.
Then, Ginny's gaze wandered over Harry's physique, taking in the muscles in his arms, the definition in his stomach and waist, and the broadness of his shoulders. She blushed, her eyes darting away, but Harry caught the glance.
"You like what you see?" Harry teased, his voice low and playful, making Ginny's blush deepen.
Ginny's face grew hotter as she tried to look away, but her eyes kept drifting back to Harry's chest. "Shut up, Harry," she said, trying to sound stern, but her voice came out barely above a whisper.
Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just stating the obvious," he said, his gaze roaming over Ginny's face.
Ginny's blush persisted, but she couldn't help but think the same. She had never seen Harry shirtless before, and his muscles were more defined than she had imagined. She thought to herself, "He's really handsome and strong."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Ginny accused, trying to sound playful, but her voice betrayed her true feelings.
"Maybe a little," Harry admitted, his grin growing wider. "I have to say, I'm pretty happy you're looking at me like that."
Then, Harry finally pulled on his Quidditch t-shirt, covering up his torso. Ginny felt a pang of disappointment, having grown accustomed to the sight of his muscles.
"Aww, you're covering up," Ginny said, trying to sound playful, but her voice betrayed a hint of disappointment.
"Yeah, I guess I should," Harry replied, smiling knowingly. "Can't have you getting too distracted."
Ginny blushed, feeling a vague sense of loss. She had been enjoying the view, and a part of her had wanted to reach out and touch his muscles.
"I wasn't distracted," Ginny said, trying to sound convincing, but Harry just chuckled.
"Sure you weren't," Harry teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ginny rolled her eyes, laughing. "Shut up, Harry."
Then, Ginny mentally reprimanded herself, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She couldn't believe the thoughts that had been running through her mind - thoughts about Harry's muscles, how good he looked, and his shirtless figure.
"Where are these thoughts even coming from?" Ginny thought to herself. "I'm young, for God's sake! I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff yet."
Ginny felt like she was too old to be having crush-like thoughts, but too young to be having such mature thoughts about Harry's body.
"This is so wrong," Ginny thought. "I need to stop thinking about this."
"What's wrong with me?" Ginny wondered. "I'm like a kid with a crush, but at the same time, I'm thinking like...I don't even know."
Then, Harry gently guided Ginny to the bathroom, making sure she was steady on her feet. "You okay in there?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ginny replied, smiling weakly.
Harry nodded and left her to freshen up, heading to his own pantry kitchen to prepare a lovely English breakfast for the two of them. He hummed to himself as he cracked eggs into a bowl and sliced bacon into the pan.
"I'm making your favorite, Ginny," Harry said to himself, smiling. "Bacon, eggs, sausages, and toast. And of course, some fresh orange juice."
As the aroma of cooking breakfast filled the air, Harry's stomach growled in anticipation. He couldn't wait to share this meal with Ginny and see the smile on her face.
Then, Harry had given Ginny his t-shirt and shorts to wear after her shower. He had thought it would be a practical solution, but he hadn't expected the outcome.
As Ginny emerged from the bathroom, Harry was left speechless. The t-shirt clung to her curves, and the shorts showed off her toned legs. Her hair was damp and tousled, and her skin glowed with a warm, golden light.
"Wow," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look...amazing."
Ginny blushed, looking down at herself. "I feel a bit silly wearing your clothes," she said, "but I didn't have anything else to wear."
"You don't look silly at all," Harry replied, his eyes still fixed on her. "You look beautiful."
Then, Harry guided Ginny to the balcony, where a beautifully set table and two chairs waited for them. The morning sunlight cast a warm glow over the scene, and the sound of birds chirping filled the air.
"Wow, this is lovely," Ginny said, her eyes scanning the table. "You went to so much trouble, Harry."
"I wanted to make it special," Harry replied, smiling. "I'm glad you like it."
Harry served Ginny a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausages, and poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. They both started to eat, savoring the delicious flavors and each other's company.
"This is the best breakfast I've had in ages," Ginny said, taking a bite of her toast. "Thank you, Harry."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Harry said, smiling at her. "I was hoping to make it a nice morning for you."
After they finished breakfast, Harry and Ginny stood near the balcony, watching the beautiful sky. The warm sunlight cast a golden glow over them, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
"It's so peaceful here," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, it's my favorite spot now," Harry replied, his eyes still fixed on the horizon.
Slowly, Harry's hand reached out and found Ginny's. They both felt a spark of electricity as their fingers touched.
"I'm so glad we're here together," Ginny said, her voice filled with emotion.
"Me too," Harry replied, his voice low and gentle.
Their fingers clasped, and they stood there in comfortable silence, still enjoying the breathtaking view. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.
"I feel happy," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Me too," Harry replied, smiling. "I feel like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."
Then, Harry turned to her at the same time she turned to him, their eyes locking in a moment of perfect synchrony. Harry's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against Ginny's cheek, sending shivers down her spine. His other hand found her waist, pulling her closer.
Ginny's hands instinctively wrapped around Harry's neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. She felt a rush of excitement, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I've wanted this for so long," Harry whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
"Me too," Ginny replied, her voice barely audible.
As they gazed into each other's eyes, the world around them melted away. They were lost in the moment, their hearts beating as one. They could feel the tension building, the anticipation growing.
"This is it," Ginny thought to herself, her mind racing with excitement. "This is the moment I've been waiting for."
"I'm going to kiss her," Harry thought, his heart pounding with excitement. "I'm finally going to kiss her."
Their lips were inches apart, the air thick with anticipation. They could feel the electricity between them, the spark that was about to ignite.
Then, they were slowly leaning in, their faces inches apart. Harry's lips barely touched Ginny's, sending a rush of excitement through his veins. He felt a jolt of electricity as their lips made contact, and he thought to himself, "This is it, this is the moment I've been waiting for."
As their lips touched, Harry felt a sense of gentle warmth, like a soft whisper on his skin. It was just a peck, a light touch of lips, but it sent shivers down his spine. He felt a sense of nervous anticipation, wondering if Ginny felt the same way.
Ginny, on the other hand, felt a flutter in her chest as Harry's lips touched hers. She felt a sense of sweetness, like a gentle caress, and she thought to herself, "This is nice, but is it too soon?"
As they parted, they both looked at each other, unsure of what the other wanted. They didn't say a word, but their eyes spoke volumes. They were both thinking the same thing - was it too soon for a real kiss?
"I..." Harry started to say, but trailed off, unsure of how to finish.
Ginny just smiled softly and looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly. The moment hung in the air, full of unspoken questions and doubts.
Then, Harry saw in Ginny's eyes that she wanted a real kiss, not just a peck. He mentally rebuked himself, "Why didn't I kiss her properly? What was I thinking?"
Ginny, on the other hand, quickly overcame her doubt and knew she wished for more than just a peck. She looked into Harry's eyes, clearly seeing that he too wanted more.
"I can see it in your eyes," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want more, don't you?"
Ginny nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "Yes, I do."
Harry's face lit up with a smile. "I want more too."
Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight. "Really?"
"Really," Harry replied, his eyes locked on hers.
In that moment, they both knew that their relationship had crossed a threshold. They were no longer just friends, but something more.
And now, with their eyes still locked on each other, they started to lean in closer again. Slowly, Harry's arms pulled Ginny closer at her waist, and her arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips touched again, sending another bolt of electric feelings through their bodies.
As they stood there, unsure of how to proceed, Harry slowly opened his lips, and Ginny did the same. They were about to share their first real kiss when a sudden "pop" sound appeared, making them jump apart. It was a gentle separation, but enough to break the spell.
As they looked around, they found Twinky the elf standing there, calling them downstairs. "Time for breakfast, you two!" Twinky chimed.
Ginny and Harry both groaned in unison. "Next time," they said, smiling at each other.
"I guess fate doesn't want us to kiss just yet," Harry said, chuckling.
"Guess not," Ginny replied, laughing. "But soon."
"Oh, soon," Harry promised, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Next Chapter is Fawcett Manor.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I know I am silly about Harry's physique but I thought it would be fun to write on , and besides it's a fictional story for crying out loud. And yes both of them know that are about one step away from being , more than friends.Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!