Caught (Harry/Ginny, 332 words)
Title: Caught
Fandom, Pairing: HP, Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 332
Summary: Harry was caught, like a fly in a spider's web.
Author's Note: Written for hp_smutday's Week 7 prompt "caught," but it isn't racy enough for posting there. A companion piece to The Night Before, this one shows Harry's POV.
Harry was caught, like a fly in a spider's web. He knew it would be for the best if he could cut all ties with Ginny Weasley, and stay away from her forever. He'd tried it once, twice, more times than he could count. Every time he left her sleeping peacefully, red-gold hair tangled on the pillow and skin still flushed from their encounter, he vowed that he would never put her in danger again. Even so, he always came back.
Once he'd thought that the war would end. He'd imagined that if they could just find the Horcruxes and destroy them, that Voldemort would be vulnerable. But the war never quite went according to plan, and years had gone by since then. They were years that Ginny could have been happy with someone else, if Harry'd had the strength to cut her loose. That was what he told himself, although he knew she'd never go. He'd tried that before, too.
Instead, he was standing there on her doorstep wrapped in the invisibility cloak. He was taking her in his arms and kissing her lips, her throat.
Her kiss, her touch, her bare skin against his felt as natural as breathing. It felt right. Harry knew that this was where he was supposed to be, not out fighting a never-ending war against a madman who couldn't be killed.
"I missed you," Harry said. He thought of her all the time. It was a vision of Ginny right in this bed, throwing back her head and laughing with abandon, that sprang into his mind every time he cast his Patronus.
"Don't say things you can't mean," she said. "Just come to bed."
She didn't want to hear him say the words. Harry closed his mouth, pushed back the feelings that were threatening to bubble over, and followed her into the bedroom.
For the first time, Harry thought, he was seeing life clearly.
In the morning when he left, he told himself it was the last time.
Fandom, Pairing: HP, Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 332
Summary: Harry was caught, like a fly in a spider's web.
Author's Note: Written for hp_smutday's Week 7 prompt "caught," but it isn't racy enough for posting there. A companion piece to The Night Before, this one shows Harry's POV.
Harry was caught, like a fly in a spider's web. He knew it would be for the best if he could cut all ties with Ginny Weasley, and stay away from her forever. He'd tried it once, twice, more times than he could count. Every time he left her sleeping peacefully, red-gold hair tangled on the pillow and skin still flushed from their encounter, he vowed that he would never put her in danger again. Even so, he always came back.
Once he'd thought that the war would end. He'd imagined that if they could just find the Horcruxes and destroy them, that Voldemort would be vulnerable. But the war never quite went according to plan, and years had gone by since then. They were years that Ginny could have been happy with someone else, if Harry'd had the strength to cut her loose. That was what he told himself, although he knew she'd never go. He'd tried that before, too.
Instead, he was standing there on her doorstep wrapped in the invisibility cloak. He was taking her in his arms and kissing her lips, her throat.
Her kiss, her touch, her bare skin against his felt as natural as breathing. It felt right. Harry knew that this was where he was supposed to be, not out fighting a never-ending war against a madman who couldn't be killed.
"I missed you," Harry said. He thought of her all the time. It was a vision of Ginny right in this bed, throwing back her head and laughing with abandon, that sprang into his mind every time he cast his Patronus.
"Don't say things you can't mean," she said. "Just come to bed."
She didn't want to hear him say the words. Harry closed his mouth, pushed back the feelings that were threatening to bubble over, and followed her into the bedroom.
For the first time, Harry thought, he was seeing life clearly.
In the morning when he left, he told himself it was the last time.