HARRY POV:
We leave the house and her family behind, saying we're going for a quick walk around the neighborhood. We rush out and wave to her brothers, quickly before they can object from us being alone again. Don't want another explosive Weasley brother on me again. One is enough, but being at the Burrow for the summer is subjecting myself to a 24/7 overprotective brother watch program. Very intimidating if you ask me.
I hum quietly as we head to the meadow, hands intertwined and goofy smiles plastered on our faces. A good song Hermione showed me earlier this year, called O' Children by Nick and the Bad Seeds. Ginny hums along with me, slightly leaning onto me. All of us, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and I love to dance to that song, it just makes us all nostalgic to memories we don't have. Calming and unnerving at the same time. Sometimes I feel like it's showing me something that I don't know yet.
We walk in a comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the chirping birds and quaint looking houses. We swing our arms together and gaze at the nature scene.
Gin goes over to a small pothole in the road as we walk down the gravely path and picks a small flower that's inbetween the road and grass. She bows down to it and stares at a small butterfly on another flower, smiling softly. I rarely see her like this, so soft and vulnerable. I try to capture this moment in my head, because it's one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever experienced. I feel grateful that I get to see her. That she loves me. That she chose me.
Incredibly lucky.
She picks a small pink daisy, with yellow in the middle. Delicate and tiny, they're quite pretty, next to its identical pairs. She grabs two, and I stare at the concentrated look on her face as she tries not to get the root, so more grow.
She smiles a bit and jogs over to me, her red hair flowing neatly behind her, her enchanting eyes linking with mine. Like pools of gold and brown, her eyes are mesmerizing. Her freckles seem to glow in the light, golden hour setting in right as she walks over to me.
A real life goddess, likely. She's so beautiful. How did a lanky and average boy like me manage to get a girl like her? I'm the luckiest guy alive, I bet. I don't care if Ron says I'm whipped, or if I do anything for her, because I would.
I am whipped for Ginny Weasley everybody!
You sound so stupid right now.
What about it?
I'm proud of being her boyfriend, and I wouldn't do a thing in the world to change it. Yes, I know, cheesy.
" What're you staring at, Potter?" She teases, and I blush a bit at being caught.
" Just your remarkable smile, love," I say, and she too, blushes, looking at the ground and intertwining our hands again. I smile down at our fingers.
" You compliment me too much," She says, looking up at me and swings our hands bewteeen us. I shake my head, and she laughs.
" You're too perfect." I say and she flushes once again. I love teasing her, but it's mostly always true. She is perfect to me.
" I can't, you're just adorable!" She flushes even harder and I chuckle a bit.
" Oh, stop, what am I comp...." She trails off and I look at her confused. What does she mean? I squeeze her hand, signaling for her to go on, and she shakes her head.
" What are you on about, Gin?" She sighs, and looks at the dainty flowers in her hands. She twirls them about a bit and looks down to her feet. She takes a deep breath, and I turn to look at her more seriously.
" What am I, compared to the Harry Potter? What am I, compared to you, quidditch captain, handsome and tall? What am I, compared to you, aren't I just a skank?" She says, like she's been holding in it for a while. "I'm just the Weasley girl, according to the rest of the Wizarding World! I feel incompetent and average compared to you." Ginny says sadly and I can literally feel my heart sink. She looks embarrassed, and I take her hand and sit us both down in the grass. " I feel stupid compared to you. I feel average and weird and Romilda loves to remind me about it all the time. I know I shouldn't let her get to me, but it does." She takes a shuddering breath.
I take her chin, raise it to look at me and I gently take the flower in her hand and put it in her hair, and take one to put it in my hair as well. I cup her cheek with one hand and her hand in mine.
" You are Ginevra Molly Weasley, the most beautiful and badass girl in our school. You're smart, tough, strong, funny, cool, beautiful! I could go on for hours, " I rave, and she smiles a bit, her face red. "Who am I compared to you, the famous Ginny Weasley? Who am I, compared to the best chaser on the quidditch team? Who am I, compared to the stunningly beautiful Ginny Weasley? I'm just Harry, and I always will be, because to me, you're Ginny, like I'm just Harry to you." She looks away, her smile huge and goofy now, her face as red as her hair. " I'm never going to compare myself to you though, because we are who we are. It's bad to compare ourselves because no matter what we do, we'll always be stuck with ourselves, and we must find our own perfection. To me, you are perfect. You are Ginny. I'm a sixteen year old boy who's helplessly in love with the one and only you." I finish, and she looks back at me a for a few seconds, until she throws her arms around my neck and buries her face in my shoulder.
" I love you so much Harry.." She whispers. I wrap my hands around her back and hold her tightly, as she lays her head on my shoulder. The smell of her flowery perfume fills my senses, and I smile.
" I love you too Gin."
" Say it." She whispers into my neck and it sends shivers down my spine.
" Say what?"
" What you always say."
" I love you. Forever Ginny."
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Forever, Ginny
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