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As Harry sat beside Ginny, watching the stars twinkle to life, he couldn't help but have a conversation with himself. What are my feelings towards Ginny? he thought. Is it just friendship or something more?
"Harry, you're in trouble," he said to himself, chuckling wryly. "Two days ago, you didn't even think of her as more than a friend, and now...now you can't stop thinking about her."
He thought about how natural it felt to hold her hand, how much he enjoyed her laughter, and how beautiful she looked in the sunset. "It's like I've known her my whole life," he thought.
"But should I tell her?" he wondered. "What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship?"
Harry sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew he needed to be honest with himself and with Ginny. "Maybe it's time to take a chance," he thought. "Maybe it's time to see where this journey takes us."
As he turned to look at Ginny, he smiled, knowing that he would have to find the courage to express his feelings soon.
As Harry continued to ponder his feelings, he asked himself, "But what is it that I'm feeling about Ginny? Is it love? Infatuation? Friendship?"
"Maybe it's a mix of everything," he thought. "I care about her deeply, I enjoy her company, and I feel a connection that I've never felt before."
"But is it love?" he pressed on. "Do I know what love even feels like?"
"This feels...deeper."
"I feel like I can be myself around her," he continued. "I feel like I can trust her with my life."
"Is that love?" he wondered. "Or is it just a strong connection?"
Harry sighed, feeling a bit frustrated. "Why can't I just put my finger on it?" he thought.
Just then, Ginny turned to him and smiled. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.
Harry hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Nothing," he said finally. "Just thinking."
As Ginny sat beside Harry, she couldn't help but have a conversation with herself. What are his feelings towards me? she wondered. Does he see me as just a friend or is there something more?
"Two days ago, I didn't even think of him in that way," she thought. "But now...now I can't stop thinking about him."
Ginny thought about how natural it felt to hold his hand, how much she enjoyed his company, and how handsome he looked in the sunset. "It's like I've known him my whole life," she thought.
"But what if he doesn't feel the same way?" she worried. "What if I'm just a friend to him?"
Ginny also couldn't help but think about her age. "Am I too young to be feeling this way?" she wondered. "Shouldn't I be focusing on Quidditch instead of boys?"
Despite her doubts, Ginny couldn't shake off the feeling that she had developed strong feelings for Harry. "Maybe it's time to take a chance," she thought. "Maybe it's time to see where this journey takes us."
As she turned to look at Harry, she smiled, knowing that she would have to find the courage to express her feelings soon. "But what if he doesn't feel the same way?" she thought again, her heart racing with anticipation.
As Ginny sat in contemplative silence, she asked herself, "But what is it that I'm feeling about Harry? Is it love?"
"Am I too young to be in love?" she wondered. "Does love even have an age limit?"
Ginny thought about how she felt when she was with Harry - the way her heart skipped a beat, the way she couldn't stop smiling, the way she felt like she could be her true self.
"Maybe love doesn't have an age," she thought. "Maybe it's just a feeling that happens when it happens."
"But is it really love?" she pressed on. "Or is it just a crush?"
Ginny thought about how long she had known Harry, how much they had been through together, and how much she trusted him.
"Maybe it's not about how long you've known someone," she thought. "Maybe it's about how you feel when you're with them."
As she pondered, Ginny realized that she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. "I think I might be in love with him," she said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But what if he doesn't feel the same way?" she worried.
Ginny took a deep breath and let her thoughts settle.
As Kluer drifted off to sleep, Harry gently placed her in his bag and turned to Ginny with a curious expression. "I want to tell you something," he said, his voice low and thoughtful.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.
"A few days ago, I had a dream where I saw you for the first time," Harry revealed. "I know it sounds strange, but I felt like I knew you already."
Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "That's exactly what happened to me!" she exclaimed. "I saw you in a dream before we met in Diagon Alley. I couldn't believe it when I saw you in person."
Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, both of them looking more confused than ever. "What does it mean?" Ginny wondered aloud.
Harry shook his head. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out. I've got some new books that might hold some answers."
"I want to help you research," Ginny said, her voice filled with determination.
"Okay," Harry agreed. "Together, we'll figure out what's going on."
As they sat there, surrounded by the peacefulness of the lake, Harry and Ginny couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden, waiting to be uncovered.
As the night drew to a close, Harry turned to Ginny and said, "I think we should head home, it's getting late."
Ginny nodded in agreement, and Harry helped her up, his hand grasping hers like a gentleman. They walked to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, where Harry raised his wand and called out, "Knight Bus!"
The triple-decker bus appeared out of thin air, and Harry felt a thrill of excitement. He had never summoned the bus before, and it felt amazing.
As they climbed aboard, the conductor greeted them with a friendly smile. "Where to, young ones?"
"Fawcett Manor, please," Harry replied, his eyes locked on Ginny's.
The conductor nodded and took their fare, and soon the bus was rumbling off into the night. Ginny turned to Harry with a grin. "You're a natural at this!"
Harry chuckled, feeling proud of himself. "Thanks, I guess it's all about confidence."
As the bus bounced along, Ginny leaned into Harry, her head on his shoulder. "I'm so glad we did this today," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry wrapped his arm around her, feeling happy and content. "Me too," he replied. "Me too."
As the bus rumbled off into the night, Harry paid the conductor and turned to Ginny, who was struggling to hold on to the back seat. The bus was picking up speed, and Ginny's head was bumping against the seat. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he quickly grabbed her and pulled her into his lap.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Ginny nodded, her eyes already drooping. "Yeah, just a bit dizzy," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Ginny's head rested on Harry's chest, he felt a surge of protectiveness and care. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as the bus bounced along. He couldn't believe how natural it felt to have her in his lap, her head on his chest.
"I've got you," he whispered, his lips brushing against her hair. "You're safe."
As Ginny drifted off to sleep, Harry felt a deep sense of contentment wash over him. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He felt like he would do anything to keep her safe, to make her happy.
"I think I might be falling for her," he thought to himself, his heart racing with excitement.
As the bus continued its bumpy ride, Harry held Ginny firmly in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her to prevent even a scratch from harming her. He gazed down at her peaceful face, taking in the beauty of the girl in his lap.
"Is she asleep?" he wondered, his eyes fixed on her closed eyelids.
As he couldn't resist, Harry slowly leaned in, his heart racing with anticipation. He gently placed his lips on hers, the touch sending shivers down his spine.
"Oh my god," he thought, his mind reeling with excitement. "I'm actually kissing her!"
As he pulled back, Harry felt a rush of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a deep sense of connection. He had never felt this way about anyone before.
"Did I just do that?" he thought, his heart still racing. "And why did it feel so right?"
Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's face, searching for any sign of awakening. But she remained still, her lips slightly parted, inviting him to kiss her again.
"I think I'm in trouble," Harry thought, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm falling deeply in love with her."
As the bus continued on its journey, Harry sat with Ginny still asleep in his lap. He had finally acknowledged his feelings for her, and it was a liberating sensation.
"I'm in love with her," he thought, the words echoing in his mind.
"I know it's fast," he thought, "but it's true. And no matter what happens, it won't change."
Harry believed that his experiences had made him mature enough to understand and accept his emotions. He had faced many challenges, and yet, here he was, feeling alive and in love.
"I've grown up," he thought. "I know what I feel, and I know what I want."
But Harry was determined to wait for the right moment to confess his feelings to Ginny. He wanted to let this newfound emotion settle into his heart, to give it time to grow and mature.
"I'll wait," he thought. "I'll let this feeling grow, and when the time is right, I'll tell her."
As the bus rumbled on, Harry gazed down at Ginny, his heart full of love and adoration. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new journey, one that would take him to places he never thought possible.
"What will happen next?" he wondered. "Only time will tell."
As Harry gazed down at Ginny's peaceful face, he found himself struggling to resist the urge to kiss her. Her lips were slightly parted, inviting him to take a chance. They were soft and pink, like rose petals, and they seemed to be beckoning him to come closer.
"Oh, Ginny," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Your lips are so inviting, so tempting."
Her upper lip was slightly plumper than her lower lip, giving her a perpetually endearing look. The curve of her lips was like a work of art, a masterpiece that he couldn't help but want to explore.
"I can almost taste them," he thought, his mind wandering to all the possibilities.
The way her lips parted slightly, as if asking him to fill the gap, was driving him crazy. He wanted to kiss her, to feel her lips on his, to taste the sweetness of her mouth.
"But I have to wait," he thought, his heart racing with anticipation. "I have to wait for the right moment."
As Harry leaned in, he meant to kiss Ginny's forehead, but his emotions got the better of him. "I just want to be close to her," he thought. But just as his lips touched her forehead, a bump in the road jolted the bus, and his lips accidentally brushed against hers.
The touch sent a jolt through his entire body. "Oh my god," he thought, his heart racing. "I didn't mean to do that."
For a moment, Harry was tempted to take advantage of the situation and kiss her properly. "It's like the universe wants us to be together," he thought.
But then he came to his senses and quickly lifted his head, his face flushing with embarrassment. "What am I doing?" he thought. "She's asleep, for crying out loud!"
Harry closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, unaware that Ginny had smiled in her sleep. "I'm such an idiot," he thought, his face still burning with embarrassment.
But little did he know, that brief, accidental kiss had sparked something in Ginny, something that would change everything.
As Harry's lips accidentally brushed against Ginny's, she stirred in her sleep, a soft smile spreading across her face. In her dream, she was already kissing Harry, their lips moving in perfect sync.
"I've wanted this for so long," she thought, her heart racing with excitement.
In her dream, they were standing in a beautiful meadow, surrounded by wildflowers that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The sun was shining down on them, casting a warm glow over everything.
"I love you, Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
As they kissed, Ginny felt like she was melting into Harry's arms, like they were meant to be together. She felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment, like nothing could ever come between them.
But then, the bus hit another bump, and Ginny's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Harry, who was sitting above her, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep.
Harry just shook his head, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, Ginny. Just a bump in the road."
As Ginny's eyes fluttered open, Harry quickly patted her on the back, trying to soothe her. "Shh, Ginny, go back to sleep," he whispered.
But Ginny was already drifting off again, her eyelids growing heavy. Harry gently ran his hands through her hair, the softness of it sending shivers down his spine.
"Sleep tight," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
As his fingers stroked her hair, Ginny's breathing slowed, and she snuggled deeper into Harry's lap. She was asleep again, completely trusting of Harry's gentle touch.
Harry smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection to her. "I'll take care of you, Ginny," he thought. "Always."
With Ginny asleep once more, Harry closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.
As Ginny slept peacefully in his lap, Harry leaned in, his heart full of emotion. This time, he intentionally kissed her on the forehead, his lips lingering on her soft skin.
"I love you, Ginny," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Then, he gently placed his cheek on her head, closing his eyes, and just felt. He felt her warmth, her gentle breathing, and her peaceful presence.
"Being with you feels like home," he thought, his heart overflowing with love.
As they sat there, wrapped in each other's presence, Harry felt a deep sense of connection, a sense of belonging. He knew that this was where he was meant to be - with Ginny, by his side.
"I'm so grateful for this moment," he thought, his eyes still closed, savoring the feeling.
As the bus came to a stop, Harry looked out the window to see a grand manor gate looming before them. The gate was surrounded by high walls, which encircled a dense forest that seemed to stretch on forever. The sky above was a deep shade of indigo, with stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the fabric of the night.
"Where are we?" Harry wondered, his eyes fixed on the majestic gate.
He gently lifted Ginny onto his back, careful not to disturb her sleep. "Shh, Ginny, we're here," he whispered.
With Klue in his bag, now worn across his chest, Harry stepped off the bus and onto the gravel driveway. The crunch of the stones beneath his feet was the only sound that broke the silence of the night.
"Welcome to your new home, I suppose," Harry thought, looking up at the manor gate.
As he stood there, taking in the grandeur of the estate, Harry felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. What lay ahead? Only time would tell.
As Harry glanced at his watch, the time read 8:30. He knew he was late, and the Dursleys would not be pleased. A sense of dread washed over him, knowing he might face a beating or worse.
"But it was worth it," he thought, smiling to himself. "A day with Ginny was worth any punishment."
With Ginny still asleep on his back, her arms wrapped snugly around his neck, Harry approached the Manor gate. As he reached out to touch the gate, it swung open automatically, recognizing him as the heir of the Silvermists.
"Welcome home, Harry," the gate seemed to whisper, as it creaked open.
Harry stepped through the gate, feeling a sense of pride and belonging. He was home, and nothing could take that away from him.
"I'm ready for whatever comes next," he thought, his eyes fixed on the Manor ahead.
As he walked up the driveway, the trees seemed to lean in, as if welcoming him back. Harry felt a sense of peace settle over him, knowing he was exactly where he was meant to be.
As Harry walked along the stone pathway, he could feel the magic of the place pulsing through his veins. The air was alive with an otherworldly energy, and he could sense the wards that protected the estate from harm.
"This place is incredible," he thought, his eyes scanning the forest around him.
The trees towered above, their branches creaking softly in the breeze. Harry could sense the presence of creatures lurking in the shadows, watching him as he passed.
"Don't worry, Ginny," he whispered, "I've got you."
Ginny stirred slightly on his back, but remained asleep. Harry smiled, determination etched on his face.
"I'm going to make it to the Manor, no matter what," he thought.
The path stretched out before him, winding through the forest for what seemed like a mile. But Harry pressed on, undaunted by the distance or the weight of Ginny on his back.
"I can do this," he said to himself, his footsteps steady and strong.
As Harry walked, he could have easily quickened his pace, but he deliberately took slow steps to avoid waking Ginny. She was still fast asleep on his back, and he didn't want to disturb her peaceful slumber.
"I'll get there when I get there," he thought, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Harry reached the Manor. The darkness of the night obscured its features, and he couldn't make out its shape or size. But he didn't care - he was just relieved to have arrived.
"Welcome home, indeed," he whispered, a smile spreading across his face.
Harry approached the large door, its surface adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. He reached out a hand to grasp the door handle, and as he did, the door swung open with a soft creak.
"Ah, perfect timing," he thought, stepping inside with Ginny still asleep on his back.
As they entered, the door closed softly behind them, enveloping them in the warm, golden glow of the Manor's interior. Harry felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing they were finally safe and sound.
As Harry stepped into the Manor, his eyes scanned the room, but he ignored the opulent interiors and furnishings. His gaze was drawn to the fireplace, where a warm fire crackled and spat, casting a golden glow over the room. And then, he saw it - a plush, velvet couch situated invitingly in front of the fire.
"Perfect," he thought, his eyes fixed on the couch.
Harry gently placed Ginny on the couch, her sleeping form sinking into the softness of the velvet. He stared at her, taking in the peaceful expression on her face, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
"She's so beautiful," he whispered, his heart full of emotion.
Exhaustion finally caught up with Harry, and he lay down beside Ginny on the couch. As he closed his eyes, he felt his eyelids growing heavy, his breathing slowing.
"I'll just rest for a minute," he thought, his voice barely audible.
But within no time, Harry found himself fast asleep, his dreams filled with visions of a certain redhead - Ginny. He smiled in his sleep, his heart filled with joy and contentment.
As Ginny woke up, she saw Harry lying beside her, his face serene and peaceful. At first, she thought it was just a dream, but as she gazed at him, she realized it was real. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, his lips curled up in a gentle smile even in sleep.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered, her heart skipping a beat.
Ginny's feelings were a jumble of emotions - happiness, love, and contentment all mixed together. She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be - beside Harry.
Without thinking, Ginny leaned in and pecked her lips onto Harry's, feeling a spark of electricity run through her body.
"Mmm, perfect," she thought, her eyes fluttering closed.
As she snuggled closer to Harry, she felt a deep sense of peace wash over her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, and let out a contented sigh.
"I'm home," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
And with that, Ginny drifted off to sleep again, her heart full of love and her body wrapped around Harry's.
As Mrs. Tucker descended the stairs, she was met with a heartwarming sight - two figures snuggled up together, fast asleep. She smiled, her eyes shining with warmth, as she took in the peaceful scene before her.
"Ah, young love," she thought, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without making a sound, Mrs. Tucker gently picked up a soft blanket from the nearby armchair and wrapped it around Harry and Ginny, making sure they were cozy and warm.
"There, my dears," she whispered, "sleep tight."
As she looked at the two sleeping figures, Mrs. Tucker's heart swelled with affection. She remembered when Harry was just a boy, and now, here he was, grown up and in love.
"It's about time," she thought, a smile still on her face.
With one last glance at the sleeping pair, Mrs. Tucker tiptoed out of the room, leaving Harry and Ginny to their peaceful slumber.
Next Chapter is Weasley Thoughts !
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. See , Here Harry is already very mature due to his life experience to realise it is love , what he is feeling for Ginny. He is acknowledging it now , this fast because he has yearned for it , for his whole life so he is keen to gain it and return to someone, as he finds it in Ginny. Soon they will be couple. And about Ginny's love is there is a reason that she is mature more than her age despite of a normal life, and reason will be revealed in the story as it progresses.Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!
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