Straight To My Head || Harry&Ginny Oneshot Collection

Hold On. Pt 1.

Summary: An annual ministry event ends in disaster when an attack lands Ginny in St. Mungos with life-threatening injuries.

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"Harry!" Ginny almost squeaked as he pressed soft kisses up her neck. She tried to wriggle free of his grasp, but he only tightened his grip. "Harry, we have to go."

"You expect me to leave to go and stand in a room full of the same grumpy old wizards I see day in and day out, while you're standing right here in a dress that looks like it was made purely to torture me?"

He glanced up at the mirror in front of them. She leant back into his embrace, brushing off invisible dust from the front of her dress. A dress that he'd wanted to tear off from the moment he walked into the room and saw her standing in front of the very same mirror they stood in front of now. Deep red silk with thin straps and an almost dangerously low neckline. Tiny gold jewels decorated the straps and the hemline beneath her breasts. If that wasn't enough to make his heart almost give out, the slit that started midthigh and split the side of her floor-length gown certainly succeeded. Around her neck, she wore a gold chain necklace, and she'd added small gold hoops to her ears.

"We're going to be late." She chastised playfully. She reached behind her to place a hand on his jaw.

"Or, and hear me out, we could just not go at all?" Harry grinned over her shoulder. "I suggest we stay home and get started on that family we discussed."

Ginny laughed, shaking her head. "We have the rest of our lives to do that. Besides, Ron will never speak to you again if you bail on him tonight."

"I really can't bring myself to be sad about that while you're in this dress." Harry shook his head before pressing a kiss below her ear. "I'm sure no one will even notice we're missing."

"Sure." She smirked at his reflection. "No one will notice that Harry Potter is missing from a ministry party."

"I hate these annual gala things. It's just a waste of money." Harry groaned.

"Think of it as a celebration for all your hard work making the world a safer place for the next generation of Potter. And, it's also the first party you're attending with your wife."

"Okay, one, still not a reason to throw a party. Two, I'd still rather be at home where we can actually get started on the next generation of Potter. And three, you've been to loads of work events with me."

She turned around to face him, sliding her hands up his chest. His slid down her sides before settling on her hips, gently tugging her closer. "Not as your wife I haven't. Come on, it's just one night. And, need I remind you, you paid a lot of money for this dress. I'd hate to see it go to waste."

Harry groaned and dropped his forehead against hers. Her fingers gently caressed his jawline.

"Fine." He mumbled. "But the second we get home, I am tearing this off of you. I don't care how much it costs."

"I look forward to it." She grinned before kissing him softly.

As she deepened the kiss, Harry gripped her hips even tighter before reluctantly ripping himself away. If they didn't leave now, he wasn't going to leave at all. He waited by the door as Ginny finished getting ready. She reapplied her lipstick, fixed her hair, and slid on a pair of gold heels before she grabbed her cloak off the back of the chair. She checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before walking over to Harry with a smile.