January 2010 Challenge: Heat
Title: Heat
Words: 700
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry/Ginny
Summary: Harry and Ginny try to find something to distract themselves from the heat.
Author’s Notes: It's a lot more innocent than the summary indicates, lol. Written for the January 2010 challenge, inspired by this picture. This is my first post here, so yay! A big thanks to Jane for reading this over!
She lay in the grass, her eyes closed, her head tilted towards the sun. It was the type of summer day where you could feel the heat around you, sweltering and oppressive. Blades of grass were sticking to the backs of her legs. It was a mild annoyance she couldn't be bothered with.
She looked over at him, his black hair wild, his head slightly tipped towards her. His glasses sat askew on his face. His breathing was deep and his eyes were closed, but she knew he was awake.
She reached for his hand, and felt his fingers intertwine with her own. Harry's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the bright sun.
"It's hot," he said, his voice gravelly from lack of use. She couldn't pull her eyes away when his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips.
"Yeah," she replied, unable to come up with a better response.
He sat up slowly, like it was taking great effort. He ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to stand up on end even more than Ginny thought possible, and used his hands to push himself up off the ground.
She watched him as he pushed up his glasses absent-mindedly. He then stretched out his arms over his head with a yawn, his cotton shirt revealing just a hint of his stomach. She could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment as she stared at him a bit too long. She looked away quickly, but Harry didn't seem to notice.
"C'mon Gin, let's do something." He held out his hand for her to take.
"Like what?" she asked as he helped pull her to her feet.
"Dunno," he said, looking around the yard as if to look for an activity. His eyes lit up when he spotted her Cleansweep leaning against her father's shed. "Let's go for a fly," he said, pulling his wand out from his pocket, sending the broom soaring across the yard into his outstretched hand.
She looked on as he climbed onto the old broom, and flew around in a few quick circles, staying low to the ground. He came up next to her, an open invitation for her to climb on behind him.
She couldn't keep a smile off her face as she lifted her leg over the wood, and wrapped her arms tight around Harry's waist. It had been over a week since she last went for a fly - Ginny never usually went more than a day or two without - and it felt great to be back in the air again.
Harry pulled the handle up hard to take them high. He made sure to stay within the confines of the Burrow's property, knowing that Mrs. Weasley would throw a fit if there were a chance anyone spotted them.
Ginny held on a little tighter as Harry took a few sharp curves to change direction. She didn't need to, she felt more comfortable and safe on a broom than nearly anywhere else in the world, but she had never flown with Harry before, and it felt really nice to sit behind him and let him take control.
Harry flew them over every inch of the Burrow's yard. Not used to being the passenger, she took the time to really look at the place she called home. She always knew how nice it was, but it was hard to appreciate when her mind was constantly on a war, knowing that anyone she loved could be taken from her at any time.
Harry turned his head towards her, breaking her away from her thoughts. "Wanna turn back?" he asked.
"No," she said, not wanting her time with Harry to come to an end. Knowing that, for at least a little while, the two of them had nothing to worry about made her happier than she thought possible.
He nodded his head and sped up, pushing the broom as fast as he could. She threw her head back, wanting to soak up the sun's rays. Feeling the wind whip through her hair, she laughed with joy, hardly remembering how hot the day had been. At that moment, flying in the air with Harry, nothing else mattered.
Words: 700
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry/Ginny
Summary: Harry and Ginny try to find something to distract themselves from the heat.
Author’s Notes: It's a lot more innocent than the summary indicates, lol. Written for the January 2010 challenge, inspired by this picture. This is my first post here, so yay! A big thanks to Jane for reading this over!
She lay in the grass, her eyes closed, her head tilted towards the sun. It was the type of summer day where you could feel the heat around you, sweltering and oppressive. Blades of grass were sticking to the backs of her legs. It was a mild annoyance she couldn't be bothered with.
She looked over at him, his black hair wild, his head slightly tipped towards her. His glasses sat askew on his face. His breathing was deep and his eyes were closed, but she knew he was awake.
She reached for his hand, and felt his fingers intertwine with her own. Harry's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the bright sun.
"It's hot," he said, his voice gravelly from lack of use. She couldn't pull her eyes away when his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips.
"Yeah," she replied, unable to come up with a better response.
He sat up slowly, like it was taking great effort. He ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to stand up on end even more than Ginny thought possible, and used his hands to push himself up off the ground.
She watched him as he pushed up his glasses absent-mindedly. He then stretched out his arms over his head with a yawn, his cotton shirt revealing just a hint of his stomach. She could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment as she stared at him a bit too long. She looked away quickly, but Harry didn't seem to notice.
"C'mon Gin, let's do something." He held out his hand for her to take.
"Like what?" she asked as he helped pull her to her feet.
"Dunno," he said, looking around the yard as if to look for an activity. His eyes lit up when he spotted her Cleansweep leaning against her father's shed. "Let's go for a fly," he said, pulling his wand out from his pocket, sending the broom soaring across the yard into his outstretched hand.
She looked on as he climbed onto the old broom, and flew around in a few quick circles, staying low to the ground. He came up next to her, an open invitation for her to climb on behind him.
She couldn't keep a smile off her face as she lifted her leg over the wood, and wrapped her arms tight around Harry's waist. It had been over a week since she last went for a fly - Ginny never usually went more than a day or two without - and it felt great to be back in the air again.
Harry pulled the handle up hard to take them high. He made sure to stay within the confines of the Burrow's property, knowing that Mrs. Weasley would throw a fit if there were a chance anyone spotted them.
Ginny held on a little tighter as Harry took a few sharp curves to change direction. She didn't need to, she felt more comfortable and safe on a broom than nearly anywhere else in the world, but she had never flown with Harry before, and it felt really nice to sit behind him and let him take control.
Harry flew them over every inch of the Burrow's yard. Not used to being the passenger, she took the time to really look at the place she called home. She always knew how nice it was, but it was hard to appreciate when her mind was constantly on a war, knowing that anyone she loved could be taken from her at any time.
Harry turned his head towards her, breaking her away from her thoughts. "Wanna turn back?" he asked.
"No," she said, not wanting her time with Harry to come to an end. Knowing that, for at least a little while, the two of them had nothing to worry about made her happier than she thought possible.
He nodded his head and sped up, pushing the broom as fast as he could. She threw her head back, wanting to soak up the sun's rays. Feeling the wind whip through her hair, she laughed with joy, hardly remembering how hot the day had been. At that moment, flying in the air with Harry, nothing else mattered.