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Category: Post-OotP, Post-HBP, Post-Hogwarts, Post-DH/AB Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance Warnings: Mild Sexual Situations, Sexual Situations Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 24 Summary: Some moments just require a kiss, something Harry and Ginny are happy to partake in. Multiple moments throughout their relationship that prove a kiss makes everything better. Hitcount: Story Total: 22751; Chapter Total: 2241 Author's Notes: This is set a year after the final battle. Ginny has just made it on the Harpies, and Harry is an auror. |
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“She gonna eat your head for breakfast mate,” Ron Weasley told his friend, who was laying in the hospital bed. “Then she is going to spit it out, reattach it, then pull if off again.” Harry Potter had been injured, protecting one of his fellow auror recruits. He was now stuck in a uncomfortable bed, inside of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. It wasn’t as bad as it looked. Just a few broken bones, a couple of cracked ribs, and a slight concussion. “And that’s just Mum,” Ron wasn’t through with his reprimanding. “Wait till Ginny gets here.” Harry wanted to laugh at Ron, but he really didn’t want to make his ribs worse. Ron had been dealing with angry Weasley women all his life. “Ron, it’s fine,” Harry tried to comfort his friend. “They should have me fixed within the hour. There is no reason your mum or Ginny will need to come in.” Ron shifted in his chair beside Harry’s bed, his eyes glancing towards the door. “Ron?” Ron looked back towards Harry, he looked distinctly guilty. “Ron, what did you do?” Harry asked. Ron lips formed a smile that matched his guilty eyes. “Ginny made me promise to tell her if you landed in here,” Ron muttered dropping his gaze. Harry stared at his best mate, his brain, which was already pounding, hurt more. “Ron -” “Listen Harry. You can be scary when your mad, but Ginny. Ginny is much worse.” The door from the hall open at that moment. Red hair and angry face walked in. Ginny Weasley was livid. Her intense eyes were focused right on him. Harry couldn’t stop himself from gulping. Maybe Ron had a point, Harry thought as Ginny moved towards his bed. Ron, for his part got, out of his chair, muttered a quick ‘sorry’ to Harry and literally ran towards the door Ginny had just come in. Ginny didn’t even spare him a glance as he passed her, she was sole focused on the green eyed man. Ginny was wearing her Holyhead Harpies training uniform. She had just made the team three weeks ago, as a reserve chase. She was supposed to stay in Holyhead for another month. “Hey Gin,” Harry said trying to go for a charming smile. She didn’t smile back, instead she reached his left side and gave him a once over with her brown eyes. “Is this arm broken?” She asked in a carrying whisper, while pointing at his right arm. “No it’s the left one that’s - Ow!” He exclaimed as she hit his unbroken arm. “Harry James Potter!” Ginny yelled, “What the hell were you doing?” “I was -” Harry started, but Ginny cut him off. “I’ll tell you what you were doing, being the bloody hero again. Why must you always be the hero?” Ginny started pacing from each end of the bed. Her face was turning red as she let her anger build. “I know for a fact I have told you off for being the hero. Do I need to repeat myself? Do you need to hear that speech again?” Harry couldn’t help but stare, open mouthed. He remembered her speech rather well, she had spent a half and hour telling him “Not to be the bloody hero” the day before he went to auror training two years ago. She had ended that speech with one of the best kisses of his life, it was a kiss that matched the one on his seventeenth birthday. She was still going, her mouth moving furiously. Clearly she had been getting ready while she traveled to the hospital. Harry knew he should try to focus on her words, but he couldn’t draw himself away from her beautiful features. Her eyes, her nose, her freckles, her hands that made wild gestures as she explained his faults to him. “And the fact that Ron… That Ron, had to be the one to tell me!” Ginny stopped pacing in the middle of the bed and focused on Harry. “That’s what angers me the most, Potter.” Harry met her eyes and saw more than just anger, there was fear and worry trying to burn a hole through him. Harry felt like someone ripped his heart out of his chest. This was one of the reasons he didn’t want to tell her about his small accident, he knew she would be worried for him. Gin,” Harry said, reaching out of her hand. She allowed him to pull her closer to the bed, making it so her legs were touching the side. She closed her eyes at his touch, taking deep breaths in and out, clearly trying to calm herself. “Gin, it’s not bad. I’m going to be out of here within a few hours.” Ginny’s eyes flew open. “It doesn’t matter how long you are going to be in here, you git. It’s the fact that you are in here at all…” She took another breath. “It’s the fact that I didn’t know what had happened too you. It’s just like…” She trailed off closing her eyes again. “Just like what Ginny?” Harry asked, trying to make his voice sound comforting. Ginny let out a small sigh. She opened her eyes again, looking straight into his. Her eyes were overly bright as she said, “It’s like when you were hunting down Voldemort. It’s like…” She didn’t have to finish the sentence for Harry to understand. “Oh no, Ginny it’s not like -” Harry began, but Ginny cut him short. “How isn’t it Harry? You were off on a mission and I had no idea if you were alive or dead. I can accept that you are going to be on missions where I can’t know what is happening. What I can’t accept is you not telling me everything that you possibly can, including small injuries.” Her face showed a small amount of anger again, but mostly it showed sadness. “It’s not like… I just didn’t want you to worry about me,” Harry told her. Ginny used her free hand to hold his chin, he instinctively leaned into her touch. “I’m going to always worry about you Harry. It doesn’t matter what you tell me, I will never stop being worried for you. I am Molly Weasley’s daughter after all.” Harry wanted to cry. He wasn’t use to this much care. Sure Mrs. Weasley always took care of him and all her sons treated him like one of them. This was different, this was stronger than anything he had felt before. It made him feel warm from his toes to his head. “I guess I’m just not use to someone worrying about me so much,” Harry said trying to keep his voice even. Ginny gave him a small smile. “Yeah well, get used to it Potter.” He couldn’t help but return the smile. “I want you to start telling me everything Harry. Even if you think it’s small, I want to know. Oh you got a splinter, well tell me and I’ll only mock you for a little while.” Her eyes bore into his, making sure he understood the importance of this agreement. He did. He really did. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him, but he if there was anyone he was willing to try and let it it was Ginny. He made sure to keep eye contact as he nodded, squeezing her hand slightly. Her shoulders relaxed and she let out a small sigh. She released his hand and face, and moved over towards his chart at the end of the bed. “So,” She ran her finger down the list of his injuries. “ Two cracked ribs, a concussion, and three bones broken in your left arm.” She looked over at him over the clipboard. “Anything you care to add Mr. Potter?” He grinned at her, “I may have a bruise on my right arm. Someone I know has a mean right hook.” She smirked at him, “And I’m sure it was well deserved.” She but the chart back in place “Not much I can do, but I figured I would at least ask.” “Oh I don’t know,” Harry said, trying to sound confident. “I’ve heard about this mystical healing force. Maybe that would do the trick.” Ginny’s brows came together in her confusion. “What focus is this?” Harry made a ‘come here gesture, like he wanted to keep a secret from the empty room. She moved back in close, making sure she was on the side with the non-broken arm. Harry took her hand again as soon as she was close enough. “I once heard,” Harry said making his voice sound as if he was about to tell her a bedtime story, “that kisses have healing properties that can rival medicine. Maybe you could test out the theory.” Ginny snorted, but her eyes smiled at him, “And where did you hear something like that?” Harry made a noncommittal shrug with his shoulder, “Oh you know, here and there.” Ginny let out a full laugh this time, “All right Potter, but this is purely for science.” Harry grinned at her, “Don’t try to fool me, Weasley. I can tell you want to kiss me.” Grinny gave him a smile that could have melted butter. She moved close to his face, their noses practically touching. Harry could smell her shampoo, the same shampoo she had been using for years. The same shampoo he had smelt in the amortentia all those years ago. “Have I been that obvious?” Harry wanted to say something witty and win their verbal game, but her scent made him feel intoxicated. He couldn’t form a complete thought let alone a complete sentence. He settled for a small nod. Ginny let out a small, husky laugh. “Well if that’s the case.” She closed the small distance between them. |
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