Wish, Want, Desire [Hinny Fluff]

[A/N: Random Hinny fluff. I hope you like it! - S :) xx

Edited: 1/25/14]

"May I escort you to dinner?" Harry asked, slightly bowing and smirking at a surprised Ginny as she walked out of her last class of the day, surrounded by her friends.

Her friends giggled and whispered teasing words to Ginny before walking away to give the week old couple some space.

Ginny stood frozen in place, contemplating how to react over Harry's question. Her gaze met Harry's and her heart skipped a beat as his smirk transformed into a warm smile.

"Why, yes. You may." Ginny shot back, extending her hand and overcoming her momentary nervousness.

Harry delicately took her hand and looked at her smiling face. He led her towards the staircase, his gaze not leaving her face even for a second.

He always held her like that; as if she was an apparition that would disappear if he touched her too harshly. Ginny always wondered why. She should be the one doing that. She was the one who had had a crush on him for so long. She was the one who had tried so hard to get over him (and failed, but that was another story).

Ginny glanced at him quizzically as he rambled on about his day and occasionally asking for her input. He looked happy with her. Then why wasn't he comfortable?

*****

Harry spent as much time as he could with Ginny. He didn't have much time with her. He could feel it.

He kissed her when he could, he hugged her when he could...he just soaked in her personality when he could.

But he didn't want to end what he had before he had to.

And anyway, all of this was too good to be true. So he treated her with delicacy. To him, she was a delicate vision- a beautifully, fragile vision- that would disappear if he did anything wrong.

But he knew that Ginny would have to leave his life to be safe. And he wanted nothing more than that. All he wanted was for the people he loved to be safe.

Safe and happy.

*****

The war was at its peak. Harry had just...come back from the dead? Ginny didn't know. She was just happy that Harry was alive. She couldn't even describe the suffocating feeling of despair that had descended down on her when she spotted his body in Hagrid's arms or the relief that flooded through her when he woke up.

A rush of ardeline was coursing through her veins. She could fight. She would fight. She would fight for everything she loved and cared for.

She would fight for everyone. Everyone, including Harry, obviously.

*****

The war was a thing of the past now. But no one could forget about it.

Not when little Teddy toddled around, a different person following him every time he was sighted.

Not when George walked around all alone.

But today, everyone had silently vowed to be happy and forget as much as they could.

Today, Harry and Ginny were to be married.

Harry stood ready at the altar.

The music started playing and everyone turned their heads to watch the procession.

After all the bridesmaids, Ginny appeared.

Everyone gasped and Harry smiled proudly.

Ginny's dress had the war's memories intricately stitched into it. Names, faces, events...

Aunt Muriel stood up.

"What is this supposed to mean? Are you mocking our losses?"

Harry defended his bride-to-be.

"No! Not at all, Aunt Muriel. The war will never be truly forgotten or left behind. So why not embrace its memories and commemorate the people who laid down their lives?"

Harry continued explaining Ginny's dress with contributing comments from Ginny as Harry was seeing the dress for the first time.

"They've definitely planned this." Ron whispered to Hermione.

Hermione hit Ron lightly on his forearm and smiled slyly at him.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" Ron said, nudging Hermione slightly.

"Maybe..." Hermione said, shushing him and gesturing for him to watch the ceremony that had just begun.

Hermione had read about 'types of couples' in a Muggle magazine, and she had concluded that Harry and Ginny's couple was indefinable. They had a bit of every type of couple, which made them nearly perfect; almost fictional.

Hermione looked around. Almost everyone's eyes were dewy. Probably Harry and Ginny's speech.

Oh well. She missed it, but she had it memorized anyway.

*****

Ginny brushed her fingers against the wall that Harry and Ron had finished painting a few days ago. Harry had been going through a phase. He loved doing Muggle things the Muggle way these days. Ron and Hermione just went along with it. They trusted him and his judgement. Ginny did too, but she was a bit sceptical about cleaning everything up afterwards.

Harry quietly came into the room and hugged her from behind, rubbing her plump stomach.

"What if it's a girl?" He asked her.

"What if it is?" Ginny asked, leaning back and closing her eyes, enjoying the moment.

"What should we name her?"

Ginny thought for a while.

"How about Jinx?" She smiled mischievously.

"Jinx?!" Harry exclaimed.

"What? I think it's a sweet name."

"Says the girl who named an owl 'Pigwidgeon'."

"Oh you love it."

"Yeah. I do."

*****

"Here's your baby girl."

The doctor- the Muggle doctor- handed the little bundle to Ginny.

"She's so cute." Ginny cooed and looked at Harry, who smiled with tears in his eyes.

James and Albus Severus were with Ron and Hermione. They would come to meet their baby sister later.

"What do you want to name her?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny, if you really want to name her Jinx, I'm okay with it."

Ginny laughed softly and looked at Harry with glee-filled eyes.

"I wasn't being serious, Harry."

"Oh." Harry exhaled in relief and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Then?"

"Lily?"

"Lily?"

"Lily."

"I like it."

Harry smiled at Ginny.

"Lily Potter." He stated.

"Our tiny bundle of joy." Ginny confirmed.

After some time, James burst into the room, followed by Ron carrying Rose and Albus, and Hermione carrying a tiny Hugo.

Harry gazed at all of them cooing at Lily and talking to Ginny.

He was sure that if he got another chance to look into the Mirror of Erised, he would see his reflection.

Only his reflection.