Hinny Moments

Zipping my off-the-shoulders dress, Nessa moves around me and stands right by me. "You look amazing." She says, pushing up her glasses.

"Only because you made it." I murmur, feeling the material through my fingers.

She looks at me proudly before going around and unpinning all the red tipped pins around my body. I watch my reflection in the mirror and see my figure in this dress, which is fucking amazing by the way. "I can't believe it came out this good."

I pat the knot on top of her head and smile at her through my reflection, "you do every single dress I wear apart from my Christmas Ball one. You're fucking amazing Ness."

Nessa scratches her nose and twiddles the nose ring she put in today, "I know I'm good at it, I'm just nervous."

I give her a twirl with a smile and land back in front of her, "well you don't have to be. Because I look good."

She smiles at me and grasps for my hand, her face suddenly serious, "now you're going to be with Harry all night," I nod my head, "and you remember that I'm with Ben tonight, all night and that I won't be back." I nod again, "and you're okay with this?"

Instead of giving her an answer I just pull her in and wrap my arms around her neck, a strange movement considering we're the same height since I've got heels on. "I'm going to be okay, promise." I murmur to her, rubbing her baggy T-shirt clad back.

She squeezes me, "okay then. If you have a bad dream remember I'm either in Harry's dorm or I'll be in the Room Of Requirement."

"I'll be fine."

I am totally more than just fine. I've got the boy of my dreams on my arm while we walk into a really posh room where there is loads of influential figures everywhere. It can not get better than this.

"Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look tonight?" Harry murmurs, bending his neck slightly so he's closer to my ear. Like I could ever not hear what he's saying.

I grin up at him, "only about once or twice." Technically it was thirteen times, if we were counting. I counted. About six when he saw me walk down the staircase and seven times from the Common Room to here. It's quite astounding actually, it might be a record somewhere.

His hand is on the bottom of my back and has been that way for ages, not that I'm complaining, oh no. I like that he's touching me, I just wish he was touching more of me, in more inappropriate places while we're doing more inappropriate things.

But at last that can never happen because scaredy cat over here decided he needed to ask Ron before he asked me to go out tonight. It's not even a date and he still felt the need to do it. So fucking weird.

I know it's time for a slow dance when the lights dim and a spotlight lands on Harry, making him shine all that more.

He moves the mic and when a soundtrack comes to life from the speakers around the room my heart flutters. It's a love song. It's the one he sang the start of that one night after Ron's fiasco.

'Something about you
It's like an addiction
hit me with your best shot honey
I've got no reason to doubt you
Cause certain things hurt
And you're my only virtue'

I watch from the sidelines, smiling at the boy I adore, no matter what's going on outside of this room, the song he's singing, I think we know now that he likes me, and after this, I'm going to say something to him.

Which is why it breaks my heart when I hear a female voice,

'And you keep coming back, coming back again
Keep running round, running round
Running round my head'

Indies beautiful face lights up the stage with a beautiful, red dress and my heart sinks all that further. Her gorgeous voice sings to Harry. My Harry. Harry turns to her with a smile and carries on singing.

'And there's certain things I adore
And there's certain things I ignore
But I'm certain that I'm yours
Certain that I'm yours
Certain that I'm yours'

He plucks the mic off the stand and wonders over to Indie, taking her hand before bringing her onto the stage. They look in love. So fucking in love it makes me want to shrivel up. A tear brings to my eye and I as much as I want to walk away, I can't. My eyes stay tranced onto the stage.

'There's something about you
It's when you get angry,
you have me at your mercy
Oh-oh
And your like a shoulder to turn to
Cause certain things mend us
When we're hanging on for dear life
We held on so tight'

Her flawless voice rings throughout the small room, a smile on her beautiful face as she looks lovingly at the Harry.

'And you kept coming back
Coming back again
Keep running around, running around
Running around my head

And there's certain things I adore
And there's certain things I ignore
But I'm certain that I'm yours
Certain that I'm yours
I'm certain that I'm yours'

I can't find my voice, my breath I can't even find my own name as I watch them. When Harry's voice opens up for the last chorus, and for the last bit of strength, I know I can let a tear fall because I know, like me, everyone's faces are traced on them. When they sing together, they sound angelic, they command every single person to look at them.

'And there's certain things I adore
And there's certain things I ignore
Let's ignore them
Let's ignore them
Certain that I'm yours
Certain that I’m yours
I adore you, I adore you
Let's ignore them
Let's ignore them
Certain that I'm yours
I adore you, I adore you
Let's ignore them
I'm certain that I am yours'

They finish is pose where Harry's mic is her mic and her mic is his. So close all it would take is one little slip and she would be kissing him.

One little fucking slip.

He's breathing so heavily and he's staring into her eyes and I can't take it anymore. When the clapping thunders through me I walk out of the hall.

When I hear footsteps behind me I don't need to turn around to know who it is. "Ginny wait, what's wrong." Harry calls out to me.

I only carry on walking, moving quicker and quicker away from him. But soon a hand pulls out to my wrist and pulls me back. I gasp when I turn around to find Harry, inches away from me. "What happened?" He murmurs, reaching his hands out to wipe away the tears.

"Nothing," I murmur, moving away from his touch and wiping harshly at the pathetic tears.

He shakes his head at me, “Don't lie to me Ginny. That's not how we work."

Anger boils in me, my hands ball at my sides, "We? There's a we now? Because not two minutes ago you were singing a fucking love song with a girl."

He looks confused for a moment but then he just stares at me. He takes a deep breath, "do you think that song was about her?” When I nod he only moves closer and I don’t have it in me to move away, “Ginny, I wrote that for you. Well Sirius wrote the music, but I wrote. For you."

I stare up at him, blinking away the wet pools around my eyes, "Really?"

He smiles at me, holding his arms out “Yeah really. Now c'mere. No more tears, okay?"

It's about an hour later when I hear one of my favourite songs play through the speakers. I stand up and go to stand in front of a sitting Harry. He looks up from his slouched position in the chair and up to me. I pull up a hand and hold it out to him, "come on."

"What?"

"We're dancing."

"I don't dance Gin."

"Sure you do. The Christmas Ball you pulled out some brilliant moves." When he looks apprehensive I just smile at him and say, "please, for me."

That seems to get him out of his chair. I roll my eyes when his hands hover me, like he's scared of touching me. I put my hands over his and press them into my dress clad hips. Once I know he's stable I wrap my arms around his shoulders, connecting them behind his head. "See not that bad is it?" I tease, guiding us through a steady sway.

He relaxes in my hold and smiles at me, "I guess not. I think the only reason I like it is because I'm holding the most gorgeous girl in this room."

"Just this room?" I taunt, before leaning closer to Harry and resting my head on his shoulder.

"No in every room. Every goddamn room Ginny." He murmurs to me, and the rest of the night is spent like this, if we're not dancing this close then we're talking to people who are wondering around the room.

It's just us two. No expectations, no Ron or worries. Just two teenagers at a fancy meal. And I fucking love it.

After getting out of the shower and moisturising in the bathroom, I wrap a towel around my body and walk into my bedroom. It's late at night, Harry left me alone about an hour ago with a kiss on the cheek. And it still lingers with a tingle every time I think of it.

In the light of the bathroom I see a outline of a figure on my bed. I track my eyes around my room to see the curtain blowing outwards into my room, meaning someone broke in. A broomstick lay forgotten on the wooden floor.

I slowly reach for my wand and zap the lights on around the room. "Harry?" My eyes squint to make out his shy figure on my bed, "what on earth are you doing here? It's like midnight."

He smiles sheepishly at me and shrugs his shoulders, "I wanted to see you. Your window is scarily accessible, you know that right?"

I roll my eyes and pull up my frighteningly short towel, "No to be honest with you I haven't really had the chance to fly a broom up to my 5th floor window."

His eyes trail up and down my body and something happens to his eyes. They darken, I never realised eyes could do that. It's kind of attractive.

Harry stands up and makes his way over to me. "Well now I have. And it's an easy fly, dangerously easy. Maybe you should think about adding protection into this place." His eyes look around the room and back to me.

I gulp and shiver at the sudden coldness over my room because of that damn window, that and the fact I'm stood in a very small towel in front of a very attractive man who is dressed in low hanging suit trousers and a white shirt, top buttons undone. "Maybe I should think about some clothes first?"

"What? Oh yeah. Maybe you should." He once again looks me up and down before focusing on my face.

"What?"

He steps forward again, "you have..." he sighs and reaches his hand out, "may I?"

I nod my head all too quickly and Harry steps forward one more time and I swear my heart stops when his hand comes to my cheek. Which is entirely ridiculous because he's touched me before, I mean for fucks sake we've slept in the same bed. But tonight it feels different. He feels different.

His eyes find mine and he strokes the eyelash off my cheekbone. Harry sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and looks at me anxiously. "What is it Harry? What are you thinking about."

"I'm thinking that you're bloody gorgeous." He whispers to me, that's the fifteenth time. And then he strokes his thumb across my cheekbone and says, "and that I really want to kiss you right now."

My breath hitches and I manage to murmur a, "yeah?"

He nods his head and his eyes follow back down to my lips, "yeah. Is that okay?"

I nod my head and the next thing I know Harry is leaning in, his breath fanning my face, and I know for sure that someone has let open a jar of butterflies in me when his lips finally press against mine.

And for once in my stupid life, I'm at peace. His kiss is slow and thoughtful and his lips are so soft and his movements are so calm even though I feel his hands shake against me as he moves his hand to my waist.

When his tongue runs across the seam of my lips I let out a gasp and pull him closer by the strands of his hair. He controls the kiss and it's slow and magical until it isn't. My movements become so much more heated and his hands become more roaming.

The hand that was on my cheek is now in my hair, massaging my head and tugging at it slightly before threading in closer to my scalp, repeating movements over and over. And the other one is pulling at my waist to pull me closer to him.
"Harry." I moan into his mouth when his hand trails up my waist.

He leans out of the kiss and finds my eyes, "Is this okay?" He asks, his hand warm over my towel covered breast.

I nod and gasp when the pad of his thumb rubs over my nipple. I feel on fire, my whole body is buzzing with electricity circuiting through my bloodstream. My heartbeat has dropped to my core and I can feel it pulse through the cotton towel.

We stay there for I don't know how long. Me clawing at his shirt, wishing it didn't exist. Harry driving me insane with the way he leaves fire with every stroke of his tongue and goosebumps that arise on my skin from the never ending touching and feeling.

Harry leans back, panting before kissing me, once, twice, three times before resting his forehead against mine, "I should go." He whispers.

I nod against his head and lick my swollen lips, "yeah probably." I reply breathlessly.

"Goodnight Gin." He says, stroking my jaw and moving away from me.

"Night." I watch him pick up his broomstick before he turns around to me, "what is it?"

"I like you Ginny. Just thought you should know." He doesn’t give me a chance to answer because he jumps out of the window, staring at me.