Forever, Ginny

you have three seconds to run

* after dumbledore's funeral. ginny and harry didn't break up because ginny convinced harry that she would get hurt either way, it's a war. two months after the funeral, half a month into the summer. ginny and harry have been together for 4 months. they are at the burrow in ginny's room. early morning *

Harry lay breathlessly under the sheets next to Ginny, his heart pounding. He couldn't believe what they'd just done, especially with all the Weasley's in the house. He could already imagine Hermione's phrase.The nerve of you, Harry Potter.

He glanced over at her, searching her face of expression.

"Did I do alright, Harry?" Ginny asked teasingly. Harry blushed, and Ginny laughed gently.

"More than alright."

Ginny smiled sweetly.

Gods, how could any human be this gorgeous? Harry thought, and he decided to act on it. She seemed to sense the change in his eyes, and pulled him closer.

"How're you so fucking pretty?" He whispered, his eyes simply drinking in the image that was Ginny Weasley. She smiled and pulled Harry in, grinning against his lips, she put her hands through his hair.

"You're so cheesy." She laughed quietly, and his sort of long hair flopped over his forehead as she messed with it, making it way more messy than it already was.

"You love it, though."

"Do I?" She raised an eyebrow playfully, and Harry grinned, planting a kiss on her collarbone.

"Yes..." He whispered against her skin, and Ginny mentally pat herself on the back for locking the door last night.

"You're right."

"Did Ginny Weasley just say, that I, Harry Potter, was correct?"

She rolled her eyes, smiling nonetheless. "Shut up, you git."

"Your favorite git."

"You are the cutest, most annoying teenage boy ever."

Harry laughed at this, but stopped when he heard the laughs of Fred and George.

"Shit."

Ginny scrambled out of the bed, and Harry immediately closed his eyes politely, to which Ginny snorted at. He jumped out of the bed as well, practically jumping into his jeans from the day before and slipping on an old oversized t-shirt, he wasn't sure if it was his or hers. She changed and he pulled on a shirt along with some shorts she wore to sleep. Right as Harry plopped down the the bed next to Ginny, his hair and shirt ruffled, jean belt loose and buckled half-hazardly, and Fred and George barged in. Perfect timing.

"Ron said to check on you two," Fred raised an eyebrow, "Because you left in the middle of the night 'to get water' and he fell asleep before you came back." Fred explained, and George looked Harry up and down.

"Potter...." George crossed his arms, "Why is your shirt and hair ruffled?" George asked.

"Is that Ginny's shirt?"

"I- er..." He stuttered and Ginny came to his aid.

"I wanted to braid his hair, he wouldn't let me... I sort of tackled him." Harry burst out laughing, his face going red. She went on. "When I tried to braid it, this git wouldn't stay still... and we erm... wrestled." Harry almost choked on this last piece, and avoided Fred and George's eyes.

"Yeah," Harry lied through his teeth, "That hurt."

"And why wouldn't you let Ginny braid your hair, Potter?" Fred joked, and elbowed George, shaking his head.