He's The Only One

Ginny falls for Harry when she's just 10 years old, but how does this develop throughout Hogwarts, and beyond?

*I'm aware that Harry and Ron never returned to Hogwarts after the battle, but for the sake of this story i have twisted some areas of the story to make better reading and a better story line*


21. Our Last Night

Harry had made a big deal out of it being our last night, Kreacher had cleaned and decorated Harry's room beautifully. There was bottles of wine strategically placed round the room, clean sheets (which was unlike Harry as he was a typical disgusting boy) the room had always been decorated with Cream, Gold and Claret colours, the walls were cream, but the room had red accessories and touches of gold here and there - surprisingly tasteful. There were rose petals scattered across the bed, which I thought was hilarious but cute at the same time. It was nice to know that Harry (well technically Kreacher but still) would go to all this effort for me. A huge smile crept across my face as he leaned in and kissed me. Teasing me ever so slightly as he then pulled away and conjured two glasses into the air with his wand, he made a point of showing off, by filling them up and levitating a full glass over to me. I was well aware he could do this so why he felt the need to show off I had no idea, but he knows it makes me laugh, which I'm assuming is why he did it. Probably trying to get me in the mood even more than what I already was. Three glasses each later and we found ourselves going from giggling at each other’s faces and sat on a cute sofa, to getting a little more frisky, until Harry eventually pushed me on the bed and collapsed on top of me. 

Harry gently slid my pants from my hips all the while kissing my neck, I leaned in and started tracing lines on his chest, Harry copied these lines, and began to trace circles on my thighs, by body started tingling, I remembered our first kiss in the common room, this bought a smile to my face. Harry's lips soon caught mine, I let out a slight whimper and we indulged in the best night of my life. I fell asleep in his arms, and woke to the sun beaming in through the window, we had failed to close the curtains last night as we were so caught up in one another.

Harry groaned as he woke up and began to trace his hands down from my waist to my hips, he kissed me gently on my neck before climbing on top of me, I giggled but let it happen, we sunk back below the covers for another 2 hours before realising it was about time we actually got back to the Burrow before they sent a search party looking for us.

Kreacher came to Harry's assistance when he called, and the room was soon how we found it, minus the rose petals and wine. I kept finding bits of petal in my hair, so despite Harry being desperate to get going, I insisted on having a quick shower while Kreacher was preparing breakfast.  When I walked in the bathroom I soon understood why Harry was so desperate to get going, it was half past 12 already, we had told mum we'd be home by 12 at the latest. I cheerily skipped down to the kitchen where Harry was reading the prophet, I snuck up behind him and grabbed his waist, making him drop the paper - he didn't see the funny side, (I'm sure he's getting old before his time.) I then lent over and kissed him as he tilted his head backwards to look at me. He smiled in his usual loving way, and we were so caught up in the cute moment we didn't notice Kreacher had placed breakfast in front of us. We gobbled down the food quickly, before I jumped on Harry's back (I'm forever finding novel ways to side along apparate) and we disapparated. 

No one looked surprised when we didn't turn up until half past one, it’s almost as if they expected it. 

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