Forever, Ginny

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I smiled at harry, him not even noticing as he looked out the window to stare at the beautiful flowered trees. He just looked so perfect in that moment. Like a little movie scene right i front of me. My boyfriend. He reminds me of a Fluorescent Adolescent. So much happening to him at our age, hitting him all at once. Yet he still laughs, he still smiles and he still takes the time for everyone, caring more about friends than himself.

His messy, jet black hair flopping over his bright, bright green eyes and resting on his glasses lazily. A small smile resting on his face as he sipped some butterbeer. She didn't even realize that she was staring until he caught her looking and laughed.

"Have I got a butterbeer moustache?" He teased and I blushed, as he wiped my mouth because of some cream from my drink. I kissed his thumb sweetly and he smiled.

"You're very pretty." I blurt, and Harry looks at me.

"Thought we'd established you were the pretty one in the relationship, Gin." He whispers teasingly, and I roll my eyes.

"So what does that make you?"

"The one that almost dies every year."

I laugh, rolling my eyes at his sarcasm, but I really wouldn't have his dry humor go away for anything - it's part of his personality.

Staring into his eyes and he stared back, a sort of serious but comfortable silence passing over us. We were leaning closer and closer.....

"OÍ! LOVEBIRDS! GET OVA HERE!" Me and Harry jumped apart and in our seats to look over at Ron and Hermione in the doorway-Hermione looking quite flustered and embarassed.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. we weren't getting any more alone time with ron there. Harry hopped off the stool and waited for me to jump off, ( clearly not helping me. I hated when boys did that, like I couldn't help myself ) and we linked hands to walk out of the little pub.

"Thank you Ronald, good to know your vocal cords still work!" I said sarcastically, trying to leaning my head on Harry's shoulder. Harry isn't as tall as Ron or Bill, as he's 5'11, but i'm still a bit shorter at 5'8.

"I tried to tell him to leave you lot alone, but, no!" Hermione grumbles, irritated, "Ronald had to make sure his sister wasn't 'fooling' around!" Hermione huffed and pulled out her book, clearly annoyed with Ron. The group headed out to the pond near the pub and set up a little clearing to sit in. It was a quaint little area, ducks quacking and fish swimming. It was a beautiful picturesque scene, and I couldn't help but admire it.

Harry threw himself on the ground and put his head on his cloak like a pillow, sighing, a content smile on his lips. I smiled and laid my head on his stomach, getting comfortable next to him. I loved these moments with him, when we didn't even have to say anything, and we were comfortable, and it was never awkward.

" Well, Harry I haven't told you this yet, but I'm very proud you, I reckon people don't tell you that a lot!" I could feel Harry flush from the compliment and he sat up and pulled me closer to him. " Or at least genuinely."

" Thank you. That means a lot, especially coming from you." He whispered in my ear and I shivered at his warm minty breath slithered down my neck. I turned my head and kissed him lightly and gently. He kissed back, forgetting that Ron was only about ten feet away.

" Remember, Harry, Ron will have your head if he sees us!" I mumbled into his mouth a little sarcastically, and Harry laughed a little. He planted soft butterfly kisses down my neck, leading down to my collarbone, his soft lips hot and warm over my skin. I giggled as he bit a sensitive part on my neck, pushing him away slightly.

" I don't like turtlenecks in the Spring, Harry, and at this rate I'll have to wear them all summer," I whisper against his lips, and he laughs lightly.

" But what if we don't want to stop? I think you can bare turtlenecks for a three months..." He says huskily, and mischievously bite my bottom lip.

" Harry..." I giggle, leaning my neck up, though it gives him better access to my neck, and he leaves trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone, but just far enough so he was teasing me.

"Ron is going to kill you... we're one of those couples..."

" I think I can take him if he tried Gin, I am The Chosen One!" he joked and I couldn't help but burst out laughing, as well as Harry. He tickled me on the stomach and I poked him on both his cheeks.

" I love you, Harry," I mumbled and blushed as he gazed at me as though I was the only thing that mattered. To him, I was.

" I love you too, Gin." I could tell that he always meant it, when he said it so clear and sincerely, looking me in the eyes every time he said it. I giggled as he leaned over and kissed me again. I took this chance to throw him back onto the ground and pin him down, so my hair sort of fell over us, acting as a red curtain around our faces.

" I win!" I laughed on top of him. and he only smirked.

" I win if i'm the one who gets to be this close to you!" I giggled and rolled my eyes at his cheesy remark. How did I get as lucky to get him as my boyfriend?