Fic: Winter
Title: Winter
Author: jamieln612
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,487
Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite over her Christmas holiday.
Author’s Note: This is the third in a series of one-shots, although you don’t really need to read those to read this. But, here are Summer and Autumn. lemondrop34 made me work on this instead of homework, so thanks Jane! This has been cross-posted, so I apologize if you've already seen it.
She’s home. She’s at the Burrow.
These are the thoughts racing through Harry’s mind. He’s frustrated, stuck in a meeting with Kingsley and a few senior Aurors. Her Christmas holiday just started, and he wanted nothing more than to meet her at King’s Cross, and be the first person she saw as she got off the train.
But that didn’t happen, and he hasn’t seen her since late October, and these last few hours have probably been more painful than the last few months, because she’s so close.
Kingsley is most definitely briefing them on something crucial. Harry should be listening, because even though he won’t be an active part of this case, observing is very important. But he just can’t bring himself to care. His leg bounces up and down, and his eyes dart back and forth from the clock to Kingsley.
Kingsley knows. And he’s just doing this to torture me.
As if he can hear Harry’s thoughts, Kingsley smirks at him, as much as Kingsley is capable of smirking.
“Potter, you can go.”
Harry isn’t even sure he heard him correctly, but it doesn’t stop him from bolting out of the door.
The lifts move much too slow, and there are too many people in the halls, blocking his way outside.
He finally makes it, and with thoughts of red hair, freckled skin, and brown eyes, he Apparates to the Burrow.
The walk from the Apparition point to the porch is tortuous. It feels longer than it has ever felt before. He knows he’s being ridiculous, and that it’s just these long months of separation that is doing this to him.
He jogs the rest of the way, and heads straight to the kitchen.
It’s full of Weasleys, except for the one he’s looking for.
He’s greeted warmly, and he feels guilty for not paying them much attention.
“Where’s Ginny?”
“Hi.”
He spins toward the sound of her voice, and there she is, lingering in the doorway. Merlin, she’s beautiful, he thinks as he stares at her.
Neither of them moves for a few moments. The silence in the room is deafening. There is probably a lot of noise, but Harry can’t hear any of it.
A smile slowly spreads across his face, and that’s all Ginny needs to run towards him. She practically jumps into his arms, and he holds on tight, spinning her around. He places her back on the ground, but doesn’t let go.
He faintly hears a few chuckles in the background. They seem very far away, and he ignores them for as long as he can.
She feels so good in his arms. She feels like home. He can’t believe it’s been months since he’s been able to hold her like this.
He hears Ron grumble something about someone being lovesick, and Ginny must assume he’s talking about them, because she pulls away slightly.
He doesn’t want to let her go, but he does. What he really wants to do is pull her out of the room and into some small hidden space where no one can find them so they can reunite properly. But Mrs. Weasley is ushering them to the table, and there is food everywhere, and he thinks that as long as he can sit next to her, he can wait a little while longer to get her alone.
He slides his hand into hers under the table, and she grips back tightly. He finds it hard to concentrate on the conversations around him. She smells so nice, and he can feel the warm heat of her thigh pressed against his leg. He’s pretty sure a few people have asked him questions, and they aren’t staring at him like he’s a nutter so he thinks he must have given them good enough answers back.
He picks his way through his meal, wanting nothing more than to just leave. But he can’t, so he compromises by glancing over at Ginny every few seconds. She knows he’s looking at her, and he can tell by the small smile on her face.
Eventually dinner ends, and Mrs. Weasley shoos them all into the living room. He considers asking Ginny to go somewhere with him, but she looks content sitting next to him by the fire, so he decides he can get her alone another night. He’s disappointed, but still happy to just be in the same room as her. They sit together under a blanket, holding hands, Ginny’s head lying on his shoulder. He places soft kisses to the top of her hair every so often.
It isn’t long before the group thins out. He knows Ginny had a long train ride home and must be tired, so, even though it’s the last thing he wants to do, he starts to say his goodbyes. She walks him to the door, and after a kiss he thinks is far too short, he makes his way home.
His flat is cold and lonely. He likes his flat, but he can’t help thinking how much better it would be if Ginny were here with him. He shuffles to his room, undresses, and plops into bed for a restless sleep.
It’s late, and he can’t quite grasp why someone’s hand is softly stroking his face. He cracks open his eyes, but all he can make out is a blurry, red blob. But it’s her scent that gives her away, and a smile spreads across his face as he sits up fumbling for his glasses.
“Hi, Gin.”
“Hi,” she whispers back.
He uses his wand to let a bit of light into the room. His eyes slowly work down her body. She’s sitting on the edge of his bed, and it doesn’t take him long to realize that all she’s wearing are a pair of shorts and one of his old shirts. That sight does things to his insides that he’s never felt before.
He leans in and places a kiss on her forehead, and she responds by kissing him softly on his lips. He deepens the kiss, and puts his hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. He thinks about how her hair gets softer every time he gets to run his hands through it.
His other hand moves to her hip, and under the shirt, and his thumb moves in increasing circles around her skin. All it takes is a slight whimper from her, and he’s pulling her down onto the bed. He just can’t stop kissing her; her face, her neck, and that spot below her ear that he knows she loves. His hands are moving frantically over her body, like he just doesn’t know where to touch first.
He stops so she can lift his shirt over his head, and then he’s right back to kissing and touching her.
He can feel her small hands move over his skin, and he’s never been happier to have a place of his own where they can do this.
Before he can even think about what’s happening, her clothes are off, and he’s inside of her. It’s the greatest feeling in the world, he thinks, and she looks so beautiful beneath him. Her skin is flushed, and her hair is spread across the pillow with a few sweaty tendrils stuck to her face. She looks happy, and he can’t help but feel a little smug that he gets to be the one that makes her feel that way.
“Harry,” she gasps as she finishes, and that’s all he needs to make himself move faster, to finish a few seconds later.
Their breathing is heavy, and he can’t stop himself from lowering his weight down onto her. She wraps her arms around him, relishing in the feel of him lying on top of her.
Knowing that he’s probably crushing her, he reluctantly rolls off of her and to her side.
She stays on her back for a few moments, trying to catch her breath.
He just lies there, staring at her. He’s happy, and flustered, and he can’t even speak because he just can’t think of any words to describe how amazing it feels to see Ginny in his bed like this.
She turns her head towards him, and smiles.
She rolls over, and he moves behind her, and they spend a few hours together, cuddled under the warm blankets, just holding each other and whispering how much they love each other. He holds onto her tight, their hands linked together in front of her. He knows that she isn’t going to spend the whole night here, that eventually she’ll have to floo back to the Burrow, but he thinks that this is enough for now. They have a few weeks to spend together over her holiday, and it’s only a few more months before school’s over for good.
Soon enough, they’ll have all the time in the world.
Author: jamieln612
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,487
Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite over her Christmas holiday.
Author’s Note: This is the third in a series of one-shots, although you don’t really need to read those to read this. But, here are Summer and Autumn. lemondrop34 made me work on this instead of homework, so thanks Jane! This has been cross-posted, so I apologize if you've already seen it.
She’s home. She’s at the Burrow.
These are the thoughts racing through Harry’s mind. He’s frustrated, stuck in a meeting with Kingsley and a few senior Aurors. Her Christmas holiday just started, and he wanted nothing more than to meet her at King’s Cross, and be the first person she saw as she got off the train.
But that didn’t happen, and he hasn’t seen her since late October, and these last few hours have probably been more painful than the last few months, because she’s so close.
Kingsley is most definitely briefing them on something crucial. Harry should be listening, because even though he won’t be an active part of this case, observing is very important. But he just can’t bring himself to care. His leg bounces up and down, and his eyes dart back and forth from the clock to Kingsley.
Kingsley knows. And he’s just doing this to torture me.
As if he can hear Harry’s thoughts, Kingsley smirks at him, as much as Kingsley is capable of smirking.
“Potter, you can go.”
Harry isn’t even sure he heard him correctly, but it doesn’t stop him from bolting out of the door.
The lifts move much too slow, and there are too many people in the halls, blocking his way outside.
He finally makes it, and with thoughts of red hair, freckled skin, and brown eyes, he Apparates to the Burrow.
The walk from the Apparition point to the porch is tortuous. It feels longer than it has ever felt before. He knows he’s being ridiculous, and that it’s just these long months of separation that is doing this to him.
He jogs the rest of the way, and heads straight to the kitchen.
It’s full of Weasleys, except for the one he’s looking for.
He’s greeted warmly, and he feels guilty for not paying them much attention.
“Where’s Ginny?”
“Hi.”
He spins toward the sound of her voice, and there she is, lingering in the doorway. Merlin, she’s beautiful, he thinks as he stares at her.
Neither of them moves for a few moments. The silence in the room is deafening. There is probably a lot of noise, but Harry can’t hear any of it.
A smile slowly spreads across his face, and that’s all Ginny needs to run towards him. She practically jumps into his arms, and he holds on tight, spinning her around. He places her back on the ground, but doesn’t let go.
He faintly hears a few chuckles in the background. They seem very far away, and he ignores them for as long as he can.
She feels so good in his arms. She feels like home. He can’t believe it’s been months since he’s been able to hold her like this.
He hears Ron grumble something about someone being lovesick, and Ginny must assume he’s talking about them, because she pulls away slightly.
He doesn’t want to let her go, but he does. What he really wants to do is pull her out of the room and into some small hidden space where no one can find them so they can reunite properly. But Mrs. Weasley is ushering them to the table, and there is food everywhere, and he thinks that as long as he can sit next to her, he can wait a little while longer to get her alone.
He slides his hand into hers under the table, and she grips back tightly. He finds it hard to concentrate on the conversations around him. She smells so nice, and he can feel the warm heat of her thigh pressed against his leg. He’s pretty sure a few people have asked him questions, and they aren’t staring at him like he’s a nutter so he thinks he must have given them good enough answers back.
He picks his way through his meal, wanting nothing more than to just leave. But he can’t, so he compromises by glancing over at Ginny every few seconds. She knows he’s looking at her, and he can tell by the small smile on her face.
Eventually dinner ends, and Mrs. Weasley shoos them all into the living room. He considers asking Ginny to go somewhere with him, but she looks content sitting next to him by the fire, so he decides he can get her alone another night. He’s disappointed, but still happy to just be in the same room as her. They sit together under a blanket, holding hands, Ginny’s head lying on his shoulder. He places soft kisses to the top of her hair every so often.
It isn’t long before the group thins out. He knows Ginny had a long train ride home and must be tired, so, even though it’s the last thing he wants to do, he starts to say his goodbyes. She walks him to the door, and after a kiss he thinks is far too short, he makes his way home.
His flat is cold and lonely. He likes his flat, but he can’t help thinking how much better it would be if Ginny were here with him. He shuffles to his room, undresses, and plops into bed for a restless sleep.
It’s late, and he can’t quite grasp why someone’s hand is softly stroking his face. He cracks open his eyes, but all he can make out is a blurry, red blob. But it’s her scent that gives her away, and a smile spreads across his face as he sits up fumbling for his glasses.
“Hi, Gin.”
“Hi,” she whispers back.
He uses his wand to let a bit of light into the room. His eyes slowly work down her body. She’s sitting on the edge of his bed, and it doesn’t take him long to realize that all she’s wearing are a pair of shorts and one of his old shirts. That sight does things to his insides that he’s never felt before.
He leans in and places a kiss on her forehead, and she responds by kissing him softly on his lips. He deepens the kiss, and puts his hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. He thinks about how her hair gets softer every time he gets to run his hands through it.
His other hand moves to her hip, and under the shirt, and his thumb moves in increasing circles around her skin. All it takes is a slight whimper from her, and he’s pulling her down onto the bed. He just can’t stop kissing her; her face, her neck, and that spot below her ear that he knows she loves. His hands are moving frantically over her body, like he just doesn’t know where to touch first.
He stops so she can lift his shirt over his head, and then he’s right back to kissing and touching her.
He can feel her small hands move over his skin, and he’s never been happier to have a place of his own where they can do this.
Before he can even think about what’s happening, her clothes are off, and he’s inside of her. It’s the greatest feeling in the world, he thinks, and she looks so beautiful beneath him. Her skin is flushed, and her hair is spread across the pillow with a few sweaty tendrils stuck to her face. She looks happy, and he can’t help but feel a little smug that he gets to be the one that makes her feel that way.
“Harry,” she gasps as she finishes, and that’s all he needs to make himself move faster, to finish a few seconds later.
Their breathing is heavy, and he can’t stop himself from lowering his weight down onto her. She wraps her arms around him, relishing in the feel of him lying on top of her.
Knowing that he’s probably crushing her, he reluctantly rolls off of her and to her side.
She stays on her back for a few moments, trying to catch her breath.
He just lies there, staring at her. He’s happy, and flustered, and he can’t even speak because he just can’t think of any words to describe how amazing it feels to see Ginny in his bed like this.
She turns her head towards him, and smiles.
She rolls over, and he moves behind her, and they spend a few hours together, cuddled under the warm blankets, just holding each other and whispering how much they love each other. He holds onto her tight, their hands linked together in front of her. He knows that she isn’t going to spend the whole night here, that eventually she’ll have to floo back to the Burrow, but he thinks that this is enough for now. They have a few weeks to spend together over her holiday, and it’s only a few more months before school’s over for good.
Soon enough, they’ll have all the time in the world.