Harry Potter Fanfictions

Harry and Ginny✨

He was not himself today. He had been caught up in an argument with Ron earlier, so I expected him to be a bit rigid.
Caught up in frustration, he turned around sharply and rushed to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who happened to be asleep as it was past midnight.
"Harry!" I called.
He turned almost as sharply as before and met his eyes with mine. His bloodshot stares ran through me as I sent my own harsh, but understanding stare in his direction. His stare softened a bit, almost as if he realized he was irrationally taking out his anger on me. We stood there, locked in each others' gaze for what seemed like hours.
I broke the silence.
"I love you," I spoke, my voice softening a bit.
It was so quite between us that I could almost hear our heartbeats rising; it was the first time either of us had said that. He stood there and, apart from what the sound of his heartbeats told me, seemed unfazed by the information.
But then he moved.
The same strides he took away from me were now slower and softer as he stalked in my direction. I saw something, a destination, a sense of longing and purpose in his eyes. Our eye contact never flinched as he got closer. His smooth strides didn't stop as his arms reached my waist and only when out lips touched for the first time did our gaze break.
I felt myself breath him in, putting my arms around his neck. He smelled of the quidditch yard, the grass and the light rain of the evening practice.
We stood there in each other's company a moment before I felt my feet leave the ground below me. He lifted me up, not breaking the kiss. My legs wrapped around his torso and my hands tangled in his wet hair. His arms were now held tightly around my body, making sure I would not fall.
Our lips moved together, almost as if they were one.
That moment went on for what seemed like hours until I smoothly slipped down back to the ground, his hands loosening their grip on my waist. My hands moved from his hair so they were now holding his face as the essence from our embrace resonated through the air.
Our lips parted. The harsh stares from before turned softer as our eyes opened and our gaze with each other returned. The edges of our lips curved.
"I love you too," he said genuinely.
"Get a room," said a voice from behind Harry.
We turned.
We smiled sheepishly at the Fat Lady before reciting the password and residing into the common room to get some sleep.