Fic: Summer
Title: Summer
Author: jamieln612
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,226
Summary: Harry and Ginny spend a few hours alone by the pond.
Author's Note: This is my first post here, and this has been cross-posted, so I apologize if you have seen it before. Any mistakes are my own. This is my first non-drabble, and I hope it's not total crap, but if it is, feel free to tell me :)
“It’s really bright out here.”
“Yeah.”
They often find themselves down by the pond, a short ways away from the Burrow, dangling their feet in the water. The bright summer days pass slowly. Harry finds himself filled with grief, mourning all those he had lost. But he also finds himself filled with love, as he spends his days surrounded by family. The Weasleys accepted him into their home after the war, no questions asked. He wakes up some mornings overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude; unable to believe that there are so many who love him, after going so long without.
Some mornings, he wakes up smiling. These mornings usually come after a night of dreaming about Ginny; sweet, lovely Ginny, with her long red hair and her loving touches and smiles that are just for him. Harry knows that without her, he would probably not survive his grief. And he knows that he’s lucky to be able to sit by her side on the dock in companionable silence.
“Ginny?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
She stares at the water, making water rings with the circular motion of her toe.
“Nothing. Everything. I’m trying not to think, because it’s nice to just sit here. But I guess there’s a lot to think about,” she replies.
The brief conversation dies out for a while, with Ginny choosing not to ask what Harry’s thinking about. She knows he’ll let her know on his own time.
“I was thinking about going to see Teddy soon, maybe this week. Do you think you could come with me?”
The abruptness of the question surprises Ginny, but she knows there can only be one answer.
“Yeah, of course.”
Without looking, he reaches over and slides his hand into hers, giving it a slight squeeze, a gesture of thanks that doesn’t need to be spoken. Her palm is sweaty from the sun’s heat.
“He needs to know me, he needs to know that I’m here for him,” he says with a fierce determination that makes Ginny proud.
“He will. Teddy is surrounded by love, and we’ll make sure he always knows it.”
Harry no longer feels like sitting by the water; with its rhythms going much too slow for the way his heart is suddenly pounding in his chest.
“Can we go somewhere?” Harry asks in almost a whisper. “It’s hot. Let’s find some shade.”
Ginny stands up on the dock, pulling Harry up with her. Their hands stay clasped together as they walk towards the trees at the edge of the yard.
Ginny longs for their time together. She often gets frustrated with the demands on Harry’s time. She keeps these feelings inside, knowing that Harry wants nothing more than to be left alone with her and his thoughts, but she can’t help feeling grateful for afternoons like this. It’s one of the rare days that Hermione and Ron are off alone together somewhere, and Harry isn’t being hounded by reporters, and her mother isn’t clinging to her in fear that Ginny might soon suffer the same fate as Fred. The Burrow is quiet, and Harry isn’t off giving statements to Kingsley and the ministry, and Ginny doesn’t have to spend her day alone wondering what comes next. Because all Ginny needs to know is that Harry is with her, and they have nowhere to be but with each other.
They come to a stop, and Ginny leans her back up against a tree. The shade of the trees doesn’t take away the heat, but she no longer has to squint against the midday sun. Harry stands close to her, his hands in his pockets, and Ginny can see him thinking. She waits, knowing that whatever he brought her here for will come out when he’s ready.
She uses the time to take him in. His shirt is clinging to him from the heat of the day. His hair is messy and wild as if he just ran his hands through it, which he probably did because that’s what Harry does when he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. His glasses have slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose, and she knows that he will soon use his finger to absently push them back up. He bites down on his bottom lip, and she drops her head down, hoping that whatever is going to happen, happens soon because it’s hot and Harry is standing so close to her that she is finding it hard to breathe.
She can finally hear him shift closer until he is standing right in front of her. She glances up, and her eyes catch his. The green is so intense that she takes a sharp breath, hoping that it means he will just do something.
Slowly, he places his hand upon her cheek and leans in, capturing her lips with his.
This is one of many kisses they have shared this summer. Harry’s favorite was the first one after the war, when he found her in the common room, and he just couldn’t stay away from her any longer. Most of their kisses have been passionate and hurried, but he tries to keep this one slow, hoping to savor every moment, because everything about this day has been something to remember.
After a few moments, he deepens the kiss, unable to keep it slow like he planned. Her hand grips the back of his shirt, urging him closer, needing to feel the weight of his body pushing her against the tree. Harry moans into her mouth, accepting her invitation. He realizes that he has no idea where to put his hands, because they seem to want to go everywhere: her hair, her face, her hips. Feeling brave, his hand slips under the hem of her shirt where he can feel the smooth skin of her belly. Ginny whimpers, and Harry takes that as a sign that he is doing something right. He doesn’t really expect her to push him away, because he’s been this far before, but he can’t help the occasional thought that this might all be a dream. His hand moves up, and when Ginny doesn’t do anything but continue to kiss him, he places it on her breast, over the cottony fabric of her bra. He keeps it there, applying a gentle pressure as they continue to kiss.
A short while later, Harry moves his lips to kiss down her neck, and his hand slides back down to rest on her hip. He thinks about how easy it would be to keep going, because this is Ginny and they’re alone and he’s pretty certain that it’s going to happen soon anyway, but that step is much too important to happen between a cluster of trees behind the Burrow.
Harry takes a small step back to look Ginny in the eyes. Her gaze meets his, and she smiles. He wraps her up in his arms, burying his face into her neck, and he can feel her run her fingers through his hair.
They eventually pull apart, and she wordlessly takes his hand.
“I love you, Gin.”
“I love you, too,” she says with a smile.
She leads him back towards the Burrow, where they will probably eat lunch and drink cold butterbeers, and possibly make plans for what remains of their summer.
Author: jamieln612
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,226
Summary: Harry and Ginny spend a few hours alone by the pond.
Author's Note: This is my first post here, and this has been cross-posted, so I apologize if you have seen it before. Any mistakes are my own. This is my first non-drabble, and I hope it's not total crap, but if it is, feel free to tell me :)
“It’s really bright out here.”
“Yeah.”
They often find themselves down by the pond, a short ways away from the Burrow, dangling their feet in the water. The bright summer days pass slowly. Harry finds himself filled with grief, mourning all those he had lost. But he also finds himself filled with love, as he spends his days surrounded by family. The Weasleys accepted him into their home after the war, no questions asked. He wakes up some mornings overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude; unable to believe that there are so many who love him, after going so long without.
Some mornings, he wakes up smiling. These mornings usually come after a night of dreaming about Ginny; sweet, lovely Ginny, with her long red hair and her loving touches and smiles that are just for him. Harry knows that without her, he would probably not survive his grief. And he knows that he’s lucky to be able to sit by her side on the dock in companionable silence.
“Ginny?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
She stares at the water, making water rings with the circular motion of her toe.
“Nothing. Everything. I’m trying not to think, because it’s nice to just sit here. But I guess there’s a lot to think about,” she replies.
The brief conversation dies out for a while, with Ginny choosing not to ask what Harry’s thinking about. She knows he’ll let her know on his own time.
“I was thinking about going to see Teddy soon, maybe this week. Do you think you could come with me?”
The abruptness of the question surprises Ginny, but she knows there can only be one answer.
“Yeah, of course.”
Without looking, he reaches over and slides his hand into hers, giving it a slight squeeze, a gesture of thanks that doesn’t need to be spoken. Her palm is sweaty from the sun’s heat.
“He needs to know me, he needs to know that I’m here for him,” he says with a fierce determination that makes Ginny proud.
“He will. Teddy is surrounded by love, and we’ll make sure he always knows it.”
Harry no longer feels like sitting by the water; with its rhythms going much too slow for the way his heart is suddenly pounding in his chest.
“Can we go somewhere?” Harry asks in almost a whisper. “It’s hot. Let’s find some shade.”
Ginny stands up on the dock, pulling Harry up with her. Their hands stay clasped together as they walk towards the trees at the edge of the yard.
Ginny longs for their time together. She often gets frustrated with the demands on Harry’s time. She keeps these feelings inside, knowing that Harry wants nothing more than to be left alone with her and his thoughts, but she can’t help feeling grateful for afternoons like this. It’s one of the rare days that Hermione and Ron are off alone together somewhere, and Harry isn’t being hounded by reporters, and her mother isn’t clinging to her in fear that Ginny might soon suffer the same fate as Fred. The Burrow is quiet, and Harry isn’t off giving statements to Kingsley and the ministry, and Ginny doesn’t have to spend her day alone wondering what comes next. Because all Ginny needs to know is that Harry is with her, and they have nowhere to be but with each other.
They come to a stop, and Ginny leans her back up against a tree. The shade of the trees doesn’t take away the heat, but she no longer has to squint against the midday sun. Harry stands close to her, his hands in his pockets, and Ginny can see him thinking. She waits, knowing that whatever he brought her here for will come out when he’s ready.
She uses the time to take him in. His shirt is clinging to him from the heat of the day. His hair is messy and wild as if he just ran his hands through it, which he probably did because that’s what Harry does when he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. His glasses have slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose, and she knows that he will soon use his finger to absently push them back up. He bites down on his bottom lip, and she drops her head down, hoping that whatever is going to happen, happens soon because it’s hot and Harry is standing so close to her that she is finding it hard to breathe.
She can finally hear him shift closer until he is standing right in front of her. She glances up, and her eyes catch his. The green is so intense that she takes a sharp breath, hoping that it means he will just do something.
Slowly, he places his hand upon her cheek and leans in, capturing her lips with his.
This is one of many kisses they have shared this summer. Harry’s favorite was the first one after the war, when he found her in the common room, and he just couldn’t stay away from her any longer. Most of their kisses have been passionate and hurried, but he tries to keep this one slow, hoping to savor every moment, because everything about this day has been something to remember.
After a few moments, he deepens the kiss, unable to keep it slow like he planned. Her hand grips the back of his shirt, urging him closer, needing to feel the weight of his body pushing her against the tree. Harry moans into her mouth, accepting her invitation. He realizes that he has no idea where to put his hands, because they seem to want to go everywhere: her hair, her face, her hips. Feeling brave, his hand slips under the hem of her shirt where he can feel the smooth skin of her belly. Ginny whimpers, and Harry takes that as a sign that he is doing something right. He doesn’t really expect her to push him away, because he’s been this far before, but he can’t help the occasional thought that this might all be a dream. His hand moves up, and when Ginny doesn’t do anything but continue to kiss him, he places it on her breast, over the cottony fabric of her bra. He keeps it there, applying a gentle pressure as they continue to kiss.
A short while later, Harry moves his lips to kiss down her neck, and his hand slides back down to rest on her hip. He thinks about how easy it would be to keep going, because this is Ginny and they’re alone and he’s pretty certain that it’s going to happen soon anyway, but that step is much too important to happen between a cluster of trees behind the Burrow.
Harry takes a small step back to look Ginny in the eyes. Her gaze meets his, and she smiles. He wraps her up in his arms, burying his face into her neck, and he can feel her run her fingers through his hair.
They eventually pull apart, and she wordlessly takes his hand.
“I love you, Gin.”
“I love you, too,” she says with a smile.
She leads him back towards the Burrow, where they will probably eat lunch and drink cold butterbeers, and possibly make plans for what remains of their summer.