fic: beginning, again (harry/ginny, g)
Title: Beginning, Again
Author: V.M. Bell
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR. (Major) DH spoilers within.
Summary: Yesterday, they fought, but today is different.
Rating: G
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 471
Author's Notes: This was intended as a birthday present for our favourite green-eyed wizard, even if happy, fluffy Harry/Ginny isn't exactly my usual fare. As much as fandom may want to complain that the epilogue was a lot of heteronormative bullshit, the fact is that, in canon, Harry wants the girl, Harry gets the girl, and Harry is happy. Odd behaviour for a seventeen year old boy, isn't it? Anyway, this fic was written with that in mind: Harry can be tortured by resurgent Death Eaters in another darkfic, but for now, I suppose I'll let him have his joy. x) All comments, reviews, and concrit appreciated.
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It is easy -- almost offensively so -- for Harry to forget that, yesterday, he defeated a Dark lord, witnessed death, and of course, died himself. Arms wrapped about his pillow, he is aware only of the comfort and familiarity of his surroundings: the Gryffindor tower, four-poster bed, and the red curtains. A crumb-laden plate, his recently mended wand, and his glasses clutter the nightstand. His robes are strewn on the floor -- without pajamas, he sleeps in his t-shirt and jeans. A year away from Hogwarts doesn't do anyone any good, he thinks vaguely.
Caught in the blinding limbo of morning between wakefulness and sleep, it is also easy to let out a gasp of surprise when a heavy weight settles upon his body. He wrenches his eyes open and finds himself staring into a great halo of red.
A brush against his cheek. "Morning, Harry."
"G-Ginny?" he manages through a yawn.
"That would be me, it seems."
He tries to sit up but finds it impossible. It is only then, through the blur, that he realizes Ginny is perched on top of him.
"What time is it?"
"Just past noon, I think."
He blinks. "What?"
"Ron was going to wake you up, but he decided to let you sleep in. You deserve it, after all."
"Hang on, Ginny, I need to get my glasses."
"Got 'em." He can feel her weight shifting and a coolness descending onto the bridge of his nose. The world is sharpened. "So, how are you, Harry?"
"I'm -- I'm all right." For the first time, he notices the silence around him. "Where is everyone?"
"Somewhere," she says, waving her hand. "Well, they're not here, and that's the point."
Not yet wholly awake, he blinks. "What do you mean?"
"Merlin, boys are thick."
Dimly, he watches her lower her head, stretching her body along the length of his. Her freckles grow larger in his vision, and her nose bumps against his. Almost of their own accord, his hands seek the curves of her waist. Human flesh between his fingers, the uncomfortable pressure of the mattress, and her tangled hair falling forward; he grips her harder. This is what he could have lost. This is what awaits him now.
"I thought of -- I thought of you when I -- "
He opens and closes his mouth a few more times, trying to put the lump in his throat into words, but she lays a finger over his mouth.
"It's over now, Harry. He's gone, and we don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." Her lips are like feathers against his. "I think we'll have a lot of time to talk later."
His chest a little tight, he nods. "Yeah."
She kisses him then, and his worries disappear into the morning.
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Signing off, V.M. Bell
Author: V.M. Bell
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR. (Major) DH spoilers within.
Summary: Yesterday, they fought, but today is different.
Rating: G
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 471
Author's Notes: This was intended as a birthday present for our favourite green-eyed wizard, even if happy, fluffy Harry/Ginny isn't exactly my usual fare. As much as fandom may want to complain that the epilogue was a lot of heteronormative bullshit, the fact is that, in canon, Harry wants the girl, Harry gets the girl, and Harry is happy. Odd behaviour for a seventeen year old boy, isn't it? Anyway, this fic was written with that in mind: Harry can be tortured by resurgent Death Eaters in another darkfic, but for now, I suppose I'll let him have his joy. x) All comments, reviews, and concrit appreciated.
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It is easy -- almost offensively so -- for Harry to forget that, yesterday, he defeated a Dark lord, witnessed death, and of course, died himself. Arms wrapped about his pillow, he is aware only of the comfort and familiarity of his surroundings: the Gryffindor tower, four-poster bed, and the red curtains. A crumb-laden plate, his recently mended wand, and his glasses clutter the nightstand. His robes are strewn on the floor -- without pajamas, he sleeps in his t-shirt and jeans. A year away from Hogwarts doesn't do anyone any good, he thinks vaguely.
Caught in the blinding limbo of morning between wakefulness and sleep, it is also easy to let out a gasp of surprise when a heavy weight settles upon his body. He wrenches his eyes open and finds himself staring into a great halo of red.
A brush against his cheek. "Morning, Harry."
"G-Ginny?" he manages through a yawn.
"That would be me, it seems."
He tries to sit up but finds it impossible. It is only then, through the blur, that he realizes Ginny is perched on top of him.
"What time is it?"
"Just past noon, I think."
He blinks. "What?"
"Ron was going to wake you up, but he decided to let you sleep in. You deserve it, after all."
"Hang on, Ginny, I need to get my glasses."
"Got 'em." He can feel her weight shifting and a coolness descending onto the bridge of his nose. The world is sharpened. "So, how are you, Harry?"
"I'm -- I'm all right." For the first time, he notices the silence around him. "Where is everyone?"
"Somewhere," she says, waving her hand. "Well, they're not here, and that's the point."
Not yet wholly awake, he blinks. "What do you mean?"
"Merlin, boys are thick."
Dimly, he watches her lower her head, stretching her body along the length of his. Her freckles grow larger in his vision, and her nose bumps against his. Almost of their own accord, his hands seek the curves of her waist. Human flesh between his fingers, the uncomfortable pressure of the mattress, and her tangled hair falling forward; he grips her harder. This is what he could have lost. This is what awaits him now.
"I thought of -- I thought of you when I -- "
He opens and closes his mouth a few more times, trying to put the lump in his throat into words, but she lays a finger over his mouth.
"It's over now, Harry. He's gone, and we don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." Her lips are like feathers against his. "I think we'll have a lot of time to talk later."
His chest a little tight, he nods. "Yeah."
She kisses him then, and his worries disappear into the morning.
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Signing off, V.M. Bell