Who: Ginny and Harry What: An evening alone...finally Where: Harry's flat When: Saturday night Rating:High Status: Complete The roller coaster just kept rolling, as far as Ginny could see. She could hardly even believe the ride she had been on in just the last few weeks. Her and Harry had fallen back in love, had gone to Scotland, had taken a break and gotten back together, all in grand fashion. Oh yes, and in there they had lost the Quidditch Cup, she'd joined and then subsequently left a vigilante group which she was now being punished for, and had been written about by both the Prophet and Rita Skeeter in highly public terms. All in a good day's fun. She sighed, and looked at herself in the mirror before she headed to Harry's. She had dressed with much more care below her outfit than with her outfit itself, but Harry seemed to like how she looked no matter what, and...she hoped she wasn't wearing her clothes especially long that night.
It's not that Ginny wanted to leap into bed with Harry. Of course, she did really, but it was more that spending time with him helped her forget everything else crazy that was going on in her life. What she had with Harry was special. She knew that without even analyzing it very much. She loved him, and had loved him since she was 11 years old. In Harry's arms, the world was right and nothing else mattered. The whole world could burn, but together they would be all right. She smiled, thinking of how nice even her little interview was because he was there. How her heart had thumped in her chest as he held her close in his office. Tonight he would not need to usher her out the door.
With a quick dab of perfume on all the important parts, Ginny pulled on sandals and headed out the door. She apparrated to his step, surprising herself at how much easier that was this time around. She smiled at his door, and gave it a knock. "Harry, it's me," she called.