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The stars shined brightly, and the moon's pale glow illuminated the dark night. The night seemed like a peaceful one.
Hidden away from a lively village stood a tall lopsided house called The Burrow. The Weasley family, plus two guests, were all enjoying a warm summer night.
The smallest boy sat playing a game of chess with a boy with horned glasses on the patio with a bushy-haired girl watching the game with unwavering attention.
On the old bench swing close to the chess players were the women and man of the house. They sat close together, just holding each other close.
The red-headed twin boys were by the pond, flicking rocks into the waters. Their toes dug into the mud making strange squish noises as they moved. They spoke quietly to each other with a strange, mischievous glint in their eyes.
The two oldest boys were sitting on the soft grass, talking amongst themselves. The one with the long ponytail sat looking at the potato-like gnomes as they wandered among the grass, while the other boy laid down with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep except for the occasional movement of his mouth.
A little ways away sat the two youngest children of the house. A black-haired boy sat on the grass, his arms wrapped around his knees. He looked out into the sky, taking in the peace offered by the night.
The young girl sat similarly to the black-haired boy, but her eyes were downcast as she thought about recent events.
The recent events were the happenings of the World Cup game the night before. It had been a terrifying night. It was strange to think how they all sat comfortably safe in The Burrow after such an event.
Music sounded throughout the yard from the wizarding wireless accompanying the large bomb fire in making a pleasant night.
Harry Potter, the black-haired boy, felt oddly at ease. He was completely content sitting here in the soft grass of the burrow, he never seemed able to just feel good and happy because nothing seemed to be happening. It was nice.
He looked over at Ginny who was sitting closes to him. Her face looked troubled, and Harry wondered if he should say something.
On the wizarding wireless, a slow and pleasant song came on with an elegant and beautiful male voice singing about love-filled nights. Mrs. Weasley seemed to love the song because she immediately pulled Mr. Weasley up to his feet, where he happily wrapped his arms around her and swayed to it.
This didn't seem to come as a surprise to any of Weasley children as they all stopped what they were doing and just watched their parents stare affectionately at each other, it was a lovely sight.
Harry saw Ginny look at her parents with affection. Her face became less troubled and she started to mimic her parent's movements, swaying from side to side.
Harry didn't know what possessed him to get up. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to make Ginny feel happy like her parents because she looked sad.
His bare feet carried him to where Ginny was sitting. He offered his hand to her as she looked at him questioningly. Her face colored as she slipped her hand into his and let him haul her up to her feet.
Harry suddenly realized he had no idea what he was doing. " I can't dance?" he said, embarrassed.
Ginny smiled, wrapped his arms around her waist, and then wrapped hers around his neck. "That's alright." she said quietly "just follow my lead."
They began to sway along with the music. Harry felt his body slowly relax as the music swept them away. Then Ginny laid her head on to his chest, and he felt himself stiffen before he decided to rest his head on top of hers ever so slowly, afraid if he moved too fast she would go away.
Harry unconsciously pulled her closer to him. They continued to sway long after the song was over and the next song began. He felt himself take in the soft wildflower smell of her hair and want to stay this way forever.
They hadn't realized that the fire had died out, and they were alone in the yard with just the music, stars, and their bare feet accidentally stepping on each other for company.
When Mrs. Weasley finally came to send them to bed, they both blushed brilliantly as they raced up to their respective beds.
Mrs. Weasley's face had lit up into a brilliant smile as she watched them.
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A year later, the Weasley family, plus many others, found themselves inhabitants of Grimmulde place. It was Christmas and some, like Sirius, were attempting to be their most joyful, while others, like Harry, were being mopey babies. But Ginny Weasley had slapped some sense into his head.
"Seeing as I'm the only person you know who's been possessed by Voldemort," she had said. And Harry's mood had been uplifted by her reassurence, but now the day of Christmas he felt obligated to say something, anything, to Ginny. He had completely ignored the only person who had an idea of what he was going through, he realized he didn't have to feel so alone.
The only problem was he had no idea how to approach her.
At the moment, they were all gathered in the living room, drinking hot chocolate, listening to music, and enjoying each other's company.
Harry looked down at the chocolate clutched in his hands occasionally his eyes would flick up to find Ginny. She was passively eating cookies while watching Fred, George, and Sirius bicker over pranking tactics.
Harry happened to be looking at her when a familiar song began to play. Harry Immediately got to his feet, and within seconds he was offering Ginny Weasley his hand.
Like before, she hesitated but stuck her hand into his. He pulled her up, and they moved to a clear area and began to sway.
Sirius and the twins began to whistle and catcall, but they paid them no mind. Harry pulled her closer, it felt so good to have her tightly enclosed in his arms. He laid his head on her shoulder and was overwhelmed by her flower-smelling hair. He remembered how much he had liked it last summer, this time he didn't like it, he was hypnotized by it.
"Are you smelling my hair" Ginny whispered from her place on his shoulder, her breath warming up his neck.
He buried his head deeper into her hair "Mmhhm."
Harry then lifted his head to look at her at the same moment her facelifted with a glint in her eyes and a witty retort on the tip of her tongue.
Harry then felt something purr in his stomach, and without thinking, without paying mind to the fact that the Weasley family was watching or that she might hex him into oblivion, he kissed her.
She seemed surprised at first, going still in his arms. He pulled back, his face beginning to turn red, but then she moved forward and captured his lips again. It was slow and sweet, Ginny obviously had more kissing experience than him, but he was too lost in it to notice.
"Whoo!! Whoo!...whoo" Ron was yelling across the room. "What!! Is going on" he said, apparently worried they were under some spell or something.
In Harry's mind, Ron had good reason. Ginny Weasley had him deep under her spell.