Fic: Autumn
Title: Autumn
Author: jamieln612
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,432
Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite after a few months apart.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Summer," which can be found here. Although, it's not necessary to read that to read this. A big thanks to lemondrop34, who talked me through this and was a big help. Thanks, Jane! This has been cross-posted, so I apologize if you've already seen it!
The air is crisp as Harry makes his way up High Street, keeping an eye out for a shock of red hair. He doesn't really expect to see it, because he knows he's early, but he can't help but hope that she might be too.
He tightens up his cloak around him as he continues up the road, darting out of the way of eager third-years enjoying their first trip into Hogsmeade. He thinks back to his own first trip, back when his life was a different, more innocent kind of complicated, before Cedric and Dumbledore, Remus, Tonks, and Fred. But he enjoys the complications in his life now much more than those of the past. He thinks it's much easier to cope with the trials of becoming an adult than it is to fight a war.
He arrives at the Hog's Head, and makes his way to a table in the back, knowing that they won't be disturbed, because people are still wary of spending time here. He slides into the booth and closes his eyes, his head resting on the back of his seat. It’s not often that Harry gets to just relax like this. He has more demands on his time than he ever thought possible. And even though he chose to be an Auror, and knows there is nothing else he should be doing, he sometimes wishes he could be doing something else, that the world could actually be the safe place everyone expected post-war.
He isn’t sure how much time has passed, but it feels like a while before the bell jingles over the doorway. He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know it’s her. He can tell when she enters a room in the same way he can feel trouble coming from around a corner. He just knows.
A smile spreads across his face as he finally opens his eyes. She doesn’t even have to search for him; she just slowly makes her way to the back corner of the room. He stands up from the booth as his eyes take her in. Her cheeks are flushed from the cool air. Her hair sticks out from under her woolen cap, and he can’t wait to run his fingers through it, to remember how silky it feels. She’s wrapped up in a cloak and a scarf, and he pulls her into a hug the second she approaches.
It’s been less than two months since he has seen her, but this, actually having her in his arms is greater than anything else he can think of. He doesn’t ever want to let her go.
He buries his face into her neck, and breathes in the flowery scent that is Ginny.
They break apart, and he holds her at arms length, just to get another look at her. She’s the most beautiful thing he has seen in months, and he thinks he could spend all of his days just looking at her. Just being in the same room as her is making his stomach flip pleasantly.
After grinning at each other for far too long, they finally take their seats in the booth. They order warm butterbeers, and spend the afternoon discussing Quidditch, his work with the Aurors, and the ridiculous details of Ron and Hermione’s relationship.
She wants to hear all the details of his work, and he tells her everything he is allowed to. He loves his job, as difficult as it is, but is touched that she seems to care so much about the mundane details of training.
But Harry can hardly do anything but stare at Ginny as she beings to discuss Quidditch and Gryffindor’s chance of winning the cup. Her arms are gesturing wildly, and she’s all worked up over Slytherin and how her team just can’t lose to them. He knows that what she is saying is probably important, and that he should be paying closer attention, but he can’t help but notice the way her lips are moving, and how they’re just a little bit chapped. He remembers kissing those lips over the summer, and he hopes that the opportunity to kiss her again will come up soon.
Their conversation eventually dies out, but that’s okay with both of them. They’re both able to enjoy the silence, and the comfort of each other’s company. The year they spent apart is still a fresh wound, and they both know how lucky they are to just sit at a table and be together.
They eventually make their way out into Hogsmeade. He walks with his arm around her shoulder, wanting to be as close to her as possible. He buys her a bar of chocolate at Honeydukes, and they look in shop windows, and Harry laughs at the scowl she throws at Madam Puddifoot’s. He presses a lingering kiss to her temple, and Ginny’s face fades back into a smile.
With the chocolate bar gone and no more windows to look through, they make their way down to the Shrieking Shack. They stop and stare at the run-down building, and Harry’s face goes through a series of emotions. Ginny knows that it doesn’t take much for Harry’s mind to drift to the war, as it doesn’t take much for hers to either, so she isn’t surprised at his reaction to seeing this building.
She squeezes his hand, to reassure him, and let him know she’s there. He squeezes back and makes his way forward.
As bad as it looks from the outside, the old building has remained sturdy over the years. There are just cobwebs and layers of dust, but they ignore that and make their way upstairs.
Harry casts a quick Scourgify and before he can take another breath, Ginny pulls him to her and into a heated kiss. Ginny’s hands are in his hair, and within seconds he has her pressed up against a wall. His hands grip her waist and his lips make their way down her neck. Her hands move to clutch his shirt, and there are no words, just the soft sounds of clothing hitting the floor. He lifts her up, and her legs wrap around his waist.
He pushes into her, and he hears her gasp, and that’s all he needs to hear to do it again. He wishes they could be slow and gentle, like the times they spent together over the summer, but he knows they don’t have much time, and the months they have just spent apart call for something more urgent.
After they finish, the only sound is their heavy breathing. He slowly lets her feet touch the ground, but doesn’t put any distance between the two of them. Their eyes are closed, but their foreheads rest together.
“Harry,” Ginny whispers.
He opens his eyes to find her smiling. He brushes a few strands of hair away from her face, and tucks it behind her ears. She reaches up to brush a soft kiss to his lips, trying to calm them both down. She’s so happy, if not a little shaken up, but she can’t help but worry that this next separation will be even longer.
It’s close to Ginny’s curfew, so he reluctantly pulls away.
They clean up with shaking hands, and she winds her fingers through his, and they make their way outside.
There are still students milling about as they walk towards the school, but he hardly notices them. He keeps glancing over at her, and notices that the smile on her face hasn’t gone away. He’s going to miss her, the thought of their impending separation already in his mind.
They arrive at Hogwarts and he pulls her in for one more kiss. He’s just not ready to say goodbye yet, because he doesn’t know when he’ll see her next, and she doesn’t seem ready either. He’s sure that people are watching them, and for once he doesn’t care. After too short a time they break apart, but he pulls her into a tight hug and places one more kiss on her forehead before he lets her leave. She smiles at him, even though this separation is nearly killing her, and with promises to write and whispered goodbyes, she makes her way into the castle.
He stays and watches until he can’t see her anymore, and then even for a little bit longer, before he turns around and walks towards the Apparition point. It hurts not knowing when he’ll see her again, but he knows that thoughts of the afternoon they just spent together will get him through.
Author: jamieln612
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,432
Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite after a few months apart.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "Summer," which can be found here. Although, it's not necessary to read that to read this. A big thanks to lemondrop34, who talked me through this and was a big help. Thanks, Jane! This has been cross-posted, so I apologize if you've already seen it!
The air is crisp as Harry makes his way up High Street, keeping an eye out for a shock of red hair. He doesn't really expect to see it, because he knows he's early, but he can't help but hope that she might be too.
He tightens up his cloak around him as he continues up the road, darting out of the way of eager third-years enjoying their first trip into Hogsmeade. He thinks back to his own first trip, back when his life was a different, more innocent kind of complicated, before Cedric and Dumbledore, Remus, Tonks, and Fred. But he enjoys the complications in his life now much more than those of the past. He thinks it's much easier to cope with the trials of becoming an adult than it is to fight a war.
He arrives at the Hog's Head, and makes his way to a table in the back, knowing that they won't be disturbed, because people are still wary of spending time here. He slides into the booth and closes his eyes, his head resting on the back of his seat. It’s not often that Harry gets to just relax like this. He has more demands on his time than he ever thought possible. And even though he chose to be an Auror, and knows there is nothing else he should be doing, he sometimes wishes he could be doing something else, that the world could actually be the safe place everyone expected post-war.
He isn’t sure how much time has passed, but it feels like a while before the bell jingles over the doorway. He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know it’s her. He can tell when she enters a room in the same way he can feel trouble coming from around a corner. He just knows.
A smile spreads across his face as he finally opens his eyes. She doesn’t even have to search for him; she just slowly makes her way to the back corner of the room. He stands up from the booth as his eyes take her in. Her cheeks are flushed from the cool air. Her hair sticks out from under her woolen cap, and he can’t wait to run his fingers through it, to remember how silky it feels. She’s wrapped up in a cloak and a scarf, and he pulls her into a hug the second she approaches.
It’s been less than two months since he has seen her, but this, actually having her in his arms is greater than anything else he can think of. He doesn’t ever want to let her go.
He buries his face into her neck, and breathes in the flowery scent that is Ginny.
They break apart, and he holds her at arms length, just to get another look at her. She’s the most beautiful thing he has seen in months, and he thinks he could spend all of his days just looking at her. Just being in the same room as her is making his stomach flip pleasantly.
After grinning at each other for far too long, they finally take their seats in the booth. They order warm butterbeers, and spend the afternoon discussing Quidditch, his work with the Aurors, and the ridiculous details of Ron and Hermione’s relationship.
She wants to hear all the details of his work, and he tells her everything he is allowed to. He loves his job, as difficult as it is, but is touched that she seems to care so much about the mundane details of training.
But Harry can hardly do anything but stare at Ginny as she beings to discuss Quidditch and Gryffindor’s chance of winning the cup. Her arms are gesturing wildly, and she’s all worked up over Slytherin and how her team just can’t lose to them. He knows that what she is saying is probably important, and that he should be paying closer attention, but he can’t help but notice the way her lips are moving, and how they’re just a little bit chapped. He remembers kissing those lips over the summer, and he hopes that the opportunity to kiss her again will come up soon.
Their conversation eventually dies out, but that’s okay with both of them. They’re both able to enjoy the silence, and the comfort of each other’s company. The year they spent apart is still a fresh wound, and they both know how lucky they are to just sit at a table and be together.
They eventually make their way out into Hogsmeade. He walks with his arm around her shoulder, wanting to be as close to her as possible. He buys her a bar of chocolate at Honeydukes, and they look in shop windows, and Harry laughs at the scowl she throws at Madam Puddifoot’s. He presses a lingering kiss to her temple, and Ginny’s face fades back into a smile.
With the chocolate bar gone and no more windows to look through, they make their way down to the Shrieking Shack. They stop and stare at the run-down building, and Harry’s face goes through a series of emotions. Ginny knows that it doesn’t take much for Harry’s mind to drift to the war, as it doesn’t take much for hers to either, so she isn’t surprised at his reaction to seeing this building.
She squeezes his hand, to reassure him, and let him know she’s there. He squeezes back and makes his way forward.
As bad as it looks from the outside, the old building has remained sturdy over the years. There are just cobwebs and layers of dust, but they ignore that and make their way upstairs.
Harry casts a quick Scourgify and before he can take another breath, Ginny pulls him to her and into a heated kiss. Ginny’s hands are in his hair, and within seconds he has her pressed up against a wall. His hands grip her waist and his lips make their way down her neck. Her hands move to clutch his shirt, and there are no words, just the soft sounds of clothing hitting the floor. He lifts her up, and her legs wrap around his waist.
He pushes into her, and he hears her gasp, and that’s all he needs to hear to do it again. He wishes they could be slow and gentle, like the times they spent together over the summer, but he knows they don’t have much time, and the months they have just spent apart call for something more urgent.
After they finish, the only sound is their heavy breathing. He slowly lets her feet touch the ground, but doesn’t put any distance between the two of them. Their eyes are closed, but their foreheads rest together.
“Harry,” Ginny whispers.
He opens his eyes to find her smiling. He brushes a few strands of hair away from her face, and tucks it behind her ears. She reaches up to brush a soft kiss to his lips, trying to calm them both down. She’s so happy, if not a little shaken up, but she can’t help but worry that this next separation will be even longer.
It’s close to Ginny’s curfew, so he reluctantly pulls away.
They clean up with shaking hands, and she winds her fingers through his, and they make their way outside.
There are still students milling about as they walk towards the school, but he hardly notices them. He keeps glancing over at her, and notices that the smile on her face hasn’t gone away. He’s going to miss her, the thought of their impending separation already in his mind.
They arrive at Hogwarts and he pulls her in for one more kiss. He’s just not ready to say goodbye yet, because he doesn’t know when he’ll see her next, and she doesn’t seem ready either. He’s sure that people are watching them, and for once he doesn’t care. After too short a time they break apart, but he pulls her into a tight hug and places one more kiss on her forehead before he lets her leave. She smiles at him, even though this separation is nearly killing her, and with promises to write and whispered goodbyes, she makes her way into the castle.
He stays and watches until he can’t see her anymore, and then even for a little bit longer, before he turns around and walks towards the Apparition point. It hurts not knowing when he’ll see her again, but he knows that thoughts of the afternoon they just spent together will get him through.