Mudblood & Me | Completed

Chapter 24 - Oh, is this a date?

Harry's POV

I was sat on the picnic blanket with Ginny leaning against my shoulder, watching as the sun continued to lower in the sky. The sunset was one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen, the sky was all different shades of pink, purple, blue, orange and yellow. I noticed Ginny tugging her coat a bit tighter around her. This was an obvious sign she was getting cold but didn't want to ask for help from me. I shifted a bit nearer to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, meaning she could lean against me more easily. I went to pull some bottles out of the basket. 

"What do you want to drink?" I asked. "Orange juice or some butterbeer?" 

"Is that even a question that you need to ask? Butterbeer, of course." She said. I pulled the two bottles out and handed one to Ginny. She cracked it open and took a sip. "It's been a while since I had some butterbeer." 

"Your mum's cake or some cocktail sausages?" I asked, watching her face. She was thinking, hard, I could have laughed at how deeply she was considering a simple question but I didn't want to irritate her.

"Now, that's a hard question. I love cocktail sausages so much but if I don't have my mum's cake first, I may be disowned as a Weasley. But I'll risk it and go with cocktail sausages, because that really adds to this picnic theme that you've got going on here. And what my mum doesn't know can't hurt her." She replied, with a laugh. I chuckled as I pulled the box out the basket and offered it to her, she took one and nibbled on it. I took a swig of butterbeer as I looked around at the streetlights switching on around us. "The sunset was really beautiful tonight but to be honest, I haven't seen many since we started camping out in Grimmauld Place. And to be typically cheesy, it was especially nice to see it with you." She then starting miming that she was throwing up, I laughed at her silliness. She turned to me with a smile. "Are you laughing at me, Harry?" Her face went stern, which just made me laugh harder. "How very dare you do such a thing, I say this date is over."

"Oh, is this a date?" I asked, with a smirk. 

"What else would it be? I'm out for a picnic, with my boyfriend. That's a silly question." She said.

"Oh yeah, this is our first proper date as boyfriend and girlfriend." I said, with a smile.

"I think this is the perfect date," She said. "It combines a lot of things that I love. You, sunsets, picnics, my mum's baking, fairy lights, sitting on a roof in the dark." She finished, with a laugh.

"I don't know what you mean, sitting on a roof in the dark is one of my favourite daily activities." I said, with a smile. "Also, did you just say you loved me?" I raised an eyebrow, she turned to me, her brown eyes looking up into mine. 

"Maybe," She said, looking up at me. "But so what if I did? Do you not love me?" She quirked an eyebrow at me, I wrapped another arm round her, pulling her close, essentially pulling her onto my lap. 

"Now who's asking silly questions?" I said, with a smile. She rested her head against my chest, with a small smile. But then she sat up slightly, so her mouth was right beside my ear.

"Say it then." She whispered into my ear, with a smirk. I moved my hand up to her hair and let it get tangled in the long ginger strands. I pulled her face close to me, I could feel her breath brush past my neck. I lent my face down, closer to hers.

"I love you, Ginny Weasley." I whispered. She smiled before pressing her lips against mine. She wrapped her arms around me, as we deepened the kiss. Whenever I kissed Ginny, I felt like the rest of the world faded away. No-one existed but me and her. It made me feel so light and happy, like we were floating on air. As though fireworks were set off inside at the touch of her hand, on my back and in my hair. But yet that still couldn't quite describe it, because it was so hard to put those feelings into words, as though words haven't been created to truly describe how it feels. It's like an aphrodisiac, mixed with a Pandora's box effect. It made me feel this deep connection between me and Ginny, like we were meant to be together. Which is the most cheesy nonsense, anyone has ever said. But it just feels right whenever I'm with her and whenever I'm not I feel as though something isn't right, that something is missing. But I would never tell her that, because that would make her far too big headed. And this deep feeling scared me a little, so how would it feel to her if I told her about it. If I was just another name on a list of boyfriends, a story to tell her grand kids later in life, that she dated the boy who lived. But I didn't want to think of Ginny like that, she'd had a few boyfriends but that was her choice. She could do whatever she wanted and if at some point she no longer wanted to be with me, I would just have to carry on, even if I didn't feel quite right without her. We were only teenagers, I would probably find someone else. I realised my thoughts were spiralling and I should focus on the moment. Right now, when I was kissing Ginny and I felt so in love. After a while, Ginny pulled away.

"I think this calls for another cocktail sausage." She said, she took two from the box and passed one to me, before tapping it with hers. "Cheers." She said with a smile. I ate mine as she ate hers. I picked up my butterbeer again and took a quick sip. A cold breeze blew past, and Ginny shivered.

"Are you ok? Do you want to go back?" I asked.

"No, no I'm okay. It's not too cold." She said, but I could tell she was trying not to shiver again. I pulled out my wand from my pocket, and murmured a quick incantation. A little flame appeared in front of us that was radiating heat. Ginny loosened her grip on her coat slightly. 

"Thanks, Harry, you're too sweet." She said, looking up at me with a small smile.