just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley

6.

months passed before that day.

the air had just started to warm. still reeked of death.

they had left the cabin; the comfort.

pried away from each other's arms, desperate to go back to that embrace. that feeling they got when they laid next to each other. only sound the wind. staring into each other's souls.

gazing at each other in a flawless notion. committing everything to memory.

adele began to memorize the way ginny's brown eyes reflected the fire. burning and glorious. how her hair never dulled in colour, always falling gracefully in her face while she slept. the freckles that sprawled along her cheeks and nose that masked her natural blush. how she would risk everything if it meant that her loved ones were safe. that she wished this war would be done and she could see her family again, all of them. how she hated being vulnerable. even after all this time ginny hated to cry in front of adele, and adele hated it when she did.

ginny had memorized the harsh eyes of adele, grey as stone. hair white, like the snow they played in when it had been winter. how it always remained perfect, no matter what. the way adele's pleasured sounds hummed throughout the cabin at night. how she never had anyone to be there for her. pushing people away for so long, ginny was the first one she ever let in. let in to see her for who she really was.

they would remember how when they would hold hands when they were younger. talk for hours at night, about nothing and everything. how ginny was the first person to see adele cry. how adele had comforted ginny on the days when life got too much to bear.

how they had thrown flour on each other in the kitchen at the burrow.

how adele had sat in the stands at ginny's quidditch games, cheering until she had no voice left. and even then, in her mind, she never stopped worshipping her.

listening to the birds' harmony in the morning and going to sleep to the sound of each other at night.

giggling the first time they had touched. shedding each other's clothes until they laid in a pile on the floor. laying on the bed, bare and exposed to each other. true vulnerability. ginny whispering to adele how much she loved her. adele speaking in a hushed tone of much she cherished ginny.

'i love you, adele evans. i always have.'

'i cherish you, ginny weasley. i always will.'

how passion turned to lust. lust turned to love. that is what they shared; love.

love expressed through the soft kisses. soft touches. expressed with the heavy breaths and heaving chests. known to each other by the soft spoken 'i love you' in between moans.

they relished each other.

worshipped each other.

how they laid in each other's arms after. holding on to how it was real. their love was real. pure.

their love would never wilt. could never.

whatever would happen that day, they would not forget how flawlessly they fit in each other's arms. how right it felt.