She intertwined her fingers with his and led him through the dark corridors, steping under the cold marble starcase and waking up a few portraits as they past by.
"Where are you taking us?" Harry asked with a small laugh.
Merlin, Ginny could be in the middle of a crowd and that voice would be the only one she listened to, but right now se only wanted to shut him up with another kiss. And she knew she could, if she wanted to. All she'd have to do would be to stop and kiss him.
But she kept going, not answering to his question, mainly because she didn't know the destination of their getaway-run herself; but also because, deep down, they both knew where they were heading.
They reached the quidditch pitch and climbed up to the highest bench and sat there, holding hands and watching the hoops and stars aligning. The air was cold, but she liked it. She felt it on her skin and hair, it didn't make her feel heavy.
She never felt heavy when she was with Harry. All the worries she had felt that morning felt like someone else's now. The NEWTs, the quidditch match, the war. It all seemed to vanish when Harry held her hand.
Harry, the boy she had liked for ages, had kissed her tonight! In front of every gryffindor —In front of her older brother— and he didn't care. How long had he liked her? had it been long? she'd never noticed.
Well, he usually keeps things quiet, Ginny thought as she laid her head onto his shoulder, the boy who lived, private lad
But this wasn't The Boy Who Lived, or The Chosen One, this was just Harry. The boy who grew up with her and comes home every summer, he's her brother's best friend. Harry is her family, he's been for a while now. The thought striked her. This was just Harry, she played quidditch with him and he helped her with transfiguration and taught her defense against the dark arts. They always teased Ron together and sometimes they were the only ones who laughed at a joke.
This was Harry. And now it was hers to keep.
How could it be possible that they were now sneaking through the castle at night, longing for a second kiss? Neither of them being able to speak as they put their minds together.
He spoke first.
"Good job catching the snitch today" It came out as a whisper, and Ginny could sense he was terrified, just like her, of messing this up.
"Well, I've always been a better seeker than you, but I didn't want to steal your thunder" She whispered back with a grin, coming a little closer to him now.
He laughed and finally looked at her, his green eyes could see thought Ginny's brown ones as they lit up. She rose up her hand and caressed his cheek slowly, it was a little warm and she knew he'd blushed. She cursed the darkness for forbidding her to see it.
They kissed again, Ginny thought kissing Harry must be the most wonderful feeling in the world. She'd pictured it at night so many times, imagining and hoping, dreaming and wishing he was dreaming about her too.
She ran her fingers through his untidy black hair and he left a soft kiss on her forhead with a protective touch.
She could have said a thousand things to him, kissed him a little more, and hold him so close the stars would get jealous.
Instead, she took him play by play on that afternoon's match and how she wanted to win more than ever, since they were playing against Cho Chang. He bit his lip at this and hugged her with a smirk
"Did you see Ron's face? back in the common room?" Harry said trying to hold back a laugh.
She laughed "I did", that was a lie. How could she have seen him when Harry Potter had just kissed her. She'd had eyes for no one else, and she didn't think she'd have eyes for anyone else ever again
They went back to gryffindor tower about an hour later and Harry kissed her goodbye at the bottom of the girl's stairs.
When she reached her dorm, Hermione was already there. Waiting for her in her nightgown. She asked Ginny to tell her everything that had happened, so she did, glad to re-live the story over and over again.