1. One Shot by QuIDdITch_PlaYA
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, they're JKR's and the song is Vanessa Carlton's
Really, what’s so great about Harry Potter? He’s just like any other guy, besides the fact that the darkest wizard of all time is out to get him, besides the fact that the scar on his forehead is cursed, and, most importantly, besides the fact that I love him. Okay, so he’s not normal. No, he’s far from it. He’s caring, brave, and handsome. If only he knew, knew how much I cared. Perhaps if he did, he wouldn’t be watching the sun set. He’d be sitting with me in his arms. Our lips would be together. We would be in love. But that’s not how it is. I’m such a coward.
God, he noticed me staring. Dammit, He’s walking over. What do I do? He put out his hand. “You want to go for a walk?” he asked.
I shrugged. Why the hell am I shrugging? “I have a twelve in potions essay I have to finish right now,” I heard myself say.
Harry didn’t look perturbed in the least. “C’mon it’s Friday evening! It’s not due till Monday.” He grabbed my hand. Off we went out onto the grounds into the warm evening.
As we walked, we talked about many things. Actually, I should say he talked and I stared into his dreamy green eyes. He stared back. We were so close, just inches apart. He was pulling me closer. I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven as our lips met.
When we pulled apart, he smiled. I couldn’t stop beaming. He led me nonchalantly back to the castle. I barely realized where we were going. I gasped as I stepped through a threshold to see paradise. A hammock was strung between two palm trees under a star spangled sky.
We sat in the hammock together staring at the stars. We would occasionally kiss. I yawned. It was late. I hadn’t realized how much time had gone by. I glanced at Harry. He was asleep. I gently set my head down on the other side of the hammock and fell asleep.
I opened my eyes and blinked. Had it all been a dream? I sat in up in bed. I wasn’t in my dormitory. I was still in the hammock after all! Had I kissed him? I felt tears well in my eyes, in fear of the worst, but as I looked toward the door, I saw Harry.
“Please say it wasn’t a dream,” he pleaded. He strode over and held me in his arms. “Ginny, I love you! Please tell me it wasn’t a dream.” I pinched him. He winced, saying “Yeah, I’m awake.”
I sighed in relief. “That means I’m awake, too. Just to make sure, though,” my voice trailed away as our lips met.
"I love you, too, Harry. I love you too."