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“Harry… Why on earth do you not wear these socks on a regular basis?”
Harry turned from where he stood near the door to the toilets. He smirked when he saw the socks Ginny was holding up so that the sun highlighted the broomsticks and snitches. Why she had decided to entertain herself by going through Harry’s trunk, he did not know. But Harry found that he cared little about what they did if it meant he was near Ginny.
Harry walked a few paces toward her and took them from her hands. They were still quite soft. He had worn them at least a dozen times, but they had apparently been buried by his other possessions one of the times he had haphazardly thrown everything into his trunk. They seemed much smaller than the socks he wore now.
“Dobby knitted them for me, fourth year,” he told her, handing them back to her. Amusement sparkled in her dark eyes. “They don’t look like they’ll fit me anymore, though.”
“Excellent. I’ll take them for myself then.” Ginny neatly folded them in half and set them on the floor behind herself. Harry noticed that one of his hooded sweatshirts was also neatly folded behind her.
“Hang on – “
“No, no, no, Potter,” Ginny tutted, waggling her finger in front of her face with a stern expression. Harry could not decide if she was mimicking Professor McGonagall or Mrs. Weasley. “You go over there and continue whatever you were doing.”
Harry felt himself grinning at her, and he saw that Ginny was fighting to keep her lips pursed.
“If I had known you were over here nicking my stuff –“
An affronted sound escaped Ginny’s throat.
“You’re accusing me of thievery –?“
“I am staring at my hoodie and my socks half hidden behind your back right now, Gin – “
“Those are mine,” she told him, flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically. “You think just because you’re the Chosen One you can lay claim to – HEY!”
Harry, who had crouched down to be on Ginny’s level and listened to her with his eyebrows raised high, had lunged, pretending to dive for his clothes. He instead wrapped his arms around Ginny and tackled her to her back. Ginny began to wrestle herself out of Harry’s grip, a habit hard engrained in her from having six older brothers, but realized after only a few moments that, what are you doing, you idiot? We WANT to be wrestling with Harry! She wrapped her arms tight around Harry’s neck, which caught his attention at once, and when he turned his face so that their noses touched, she leveraged herself against the foot of his bed and rolled them so that she was suddenly straddling him.
Both breathless and both quite surprised to find themselves in this position, Ginny smirked down at Harry triumphantly. Harry’s hands had seemed to gravitate toward Ginny’s hips on their own accord. Tempting as it may be to press her hips down on to Harry’s, Ginny knew that her boyfriend’s dormitory was not the place to push the limits of their physical relationship (mostly because it was her brother’s and ex-boyfriend’s dormitory as well, but that was beside the point.) She leaned forward and pulled the hoodie and socks from underneath Harry’s head. His skull thumped against the wood floor loudly and there was a rather dumb look on his face as he watched Ginny. She pulled the dark blue hoodie over her head and found immediate comfort in the warmth and softness of it. Her small torso swam in the thick material and when Ginny pulled it up to her nose and inhaled the crisp pine scent she associated with Harry, she knew that she would never be wash it. Ginny, not breaking eye contact with Harry, pulled off her trainers and socks in one fluid motion and quickly replaced them with the green and red socks Dobby had given Harry two years previously. Harry’s eyes were gazing at Ginny with a soft wonderment. Ginny felt goose bumps break across her skin and shivered.
“You’re so beautiful,” Harry told her quietly. Ginny understood what Harry meant without hearing actual words.
“Funny, you say that while I’m wearing your clothes.”
Harry laughed and the tinkling sound made Ginny giggle. He pinched her hips as he sat up, making sure she stayed on his lap, before moving his hands to either side of her face and pulled her lips to him. It was a slow but passionate kiss; full of all the things they didn’t say. Ginny knew their time together was nearing its end, but that it would only be temporary. She wasn’t quite sure when she had fallen truly in love with Harry, but she realized the night Dumbledore died that she had. She didn’t like the idea of ‘waiting for Harry to return to her’, but the idea of attempting to have this with anyone else made her feel sick. Harry was it for her and she knew it. Ginny was sure that Harry felt the same, with the soft look in his eyes as he watched her doing whatever she was doing, his touches and his jokes. The way he told her she was beautiful instead of just mustering some of his Gryffindor courage to say I love you.
Ginny pulled her lips from his but kept her nose pressed to the tip of his own. His eyes were dark with desire – with love – and Harry snaked his arms around her fully, hugging her body to his. Ginny grabbed either side of his face, soaking in the soft look on his face as thoroughly as she could.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ginny whispered back, hoping that Harry understood. But of course, Harry always understood her. Even without words. A rush of emotion flooded Harry’s face, and he let out of shaky exhale. His grip on her tightened and he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against Her’s.
Yes, Ginny thought sadly, her relationship with Harry would soon end. She would have to steal more of his things to keep her company until he returned from his stupid, noble mission, whatever it was.