Up on a roof with a schoolgirl crush
Harry needed an escape from his parent's New Year's Eve party, and there is only one person he would want to escape with
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Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending from all these nights we’re spending up on a roof with a schoolgirl crush, Drinking beer out of plastic cups, Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby all at once this is enough
Godric’s Hollow was bustling with lights and people. This 31st of December was warmer than years past. While most party guests were inside, drunk on liquor that James and Lily had provided, Harry found his way outside his bedroom window onto the roof for some peace and quiet. The pulse of the beat of the music shook the house. The annual Potter New Year’s Eve Party was alive in full force, but could be overwhelming for some.
After running into Horace Slughorn, his mum’s old favorite potion’s professor, Harry needed to escape the crowd. Harry quickly cast a warming charm over himself, hoping that the adults in the house below would be able to mask his quick spell. One way to kill the party mood would be a letter from the Ministry of Magic for underage magic use.
The moon was high in the sky, light reflecting on the white snow on the ground. It stopped snowing earlier that day, but Godric’s Hollow was still under a fresh blanket. Harry loved his home, and moments like this he could appreciate how beautiful it was. Even the cemetery down the road was hauntingly alluring with the reflection of Christmas lights. This was the perfect place to catch his breath.
His quiet place was interrupted with a knock on the window behind him. The window creaked open and the head of Ginny Weasley popped out. Harry’s stomach swooped at the sight. “Hi. Do you mind if I join you?” Ginny asked.
If it was anyone else, Harry might have, but Ginny’s presence always made him feel better. Harry did not understand why she had that effect until he and Ron ran into Ginny snogging Dean Thomas behind a curtain after Quidditch practice earlier this year. Ever since then, Harry kept finding more pieces to the puzzle of how much Ginny Weasley meant to him. From backyard Quidditch matches to late night hot chocolate discussions, she had been a constant pillar of support for years. He was best friends with Ron for as long as he could remember, and Ginny had always been there too. Now he just wished that he noticed her as more than a friend sooner.
“I would love your company,” Harry replied. Ginny gave him a bright smile, which caused Harry’s stomach to dance again.
“I have two cups. One has butterbeer, the other has the weird firewhiskey cider combination.” Ginny said as she climbed through the window. Her left hand hit the window frame, knocking the plastic cup out of her hand and spilling the contents down the shingles on the roof.
“I have one cup,” Ginny deadpanned. She swirled the contents of the remaining beverage in front of her nose. “This one is the butterbeer.”
Harry moved over to make room for Ginny so she did not have to sit in the sticky contents of the spilled drink. “We can share,” Harry offered. Ginny passed him the cup and took a seat next to him, barely any space between them. Harry took a sip of the drink to overcome his nervousness. Between the sugar spread across his tongue and the flowery scent that followed Ginny wherever she went, Harry was overcome with sweetness.
“How did you know where to find me?” Harry asked.
Ginny took the cup from his hand, cold fingers brushing his. “You mentioned that sometimes you like to escape here when you get overwhelmed last Christmas.” Ginny took a swig of the butterbeer before continuing. “And I heard Slughorn’s ‘Harry, m’boy!’ all the way from across the room,” Ginny said, doing her best Slughorn impression. “So I figured you escaped.”
“What are you escaping from?” Harry probed, taking the cup back and bringing it to his lips.
Ginny rolled her eyes, “Dean is snogging Parvati in the corner.”
Harry nearly choked on the butterbeer. “I didn’t realize you two broke up.” Harry said, trying to keep his cool. “Unless you didn’t and he is cheating on you.”
Ginny waved her hand, “No, no, he isn’t cheating. I broke up with him two weeks ago. I guess I didn’t really announce it.” Ginny shrugged. Harry couldn’t help but study her for any sign of sadness that her relationship ended. Her copper hair framed her face, cheeks pink from the cold, but her eyes were still bright without a trace of heartache in them.
“Oh, er, I’m sorry.” Harry responded. Harry carefully set the plastic cup down next to him.
“Nah, it’s no big deal. The problem now is that Seamus is now convinced that we need to snog. He is saying it would be a great way to get back at his best mate and make him jealous, but I am thinking that it is Seamus who wants to make Dean jealous,” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Seamus is annoying and drunk, and definitely not on my list of blokes I want to kiss at midnight tonight." Harry couldn't help but hope that maybe somewhere he was on that list. “And Lavender and Ron are all over each other, so Luna is comforting Hermione in the corner. It’s all just a mess.”
“Wow.” Harry said. He was glad he escaped before having to deal with the same Ron and Hermione drama that he dealt with for months. “Glad I missed that.”
Ginny bumped her shoulder to his. “I’m sure you are. Also I can’t imagine having to deal with Ron as a best friend. The prat.” Ginny joked, her shoulder stayed pressed against his shoulder.
“Honestly, Hermione has not been that fun to be around during this time too. She sent birds after Ron, and one of them attacked me too.” Harry said.
“Oh no!” Ginny said, voice filled with fake concern. “How could you ever recover? Did you have to spend the night in the hospital wing?”
“I’ll have you know, I could have lost an eye!”
“I didn’t think your vision could get any worse.” Ginny said, pushing Harry’s glasses up his nose so they were straight.
Harry’s snarky comment was caught in his throat. Ginny was so close to his face that he could have drawn a constellation connecting the freckles on her face. He was never more thankful that Hermione’s bird didn’t take his vision because then he would never get to appreciate Ginny’s beauty up close.
From inside the house, the voices of their friends and family counting down to midnight echoed around them. Harry was staring down into Ginny’s warm brown eyes. The lights that he was mesmerized with were dim compared to the blazing fire of Ginny looking up at him. His eyes flicked down to her red lips. A breath of cold air escaping from them as Ginny let out a breath. It was at that moment Harry realized he was very much on the list of blokes she wanted to kiss that night, and probably sought him out to make that happen.
“Are you going to kiss me or not, Potter?”
The voices below counted down to zero as Harry leaned in and finally kissed Ginny. Her lips were so soft and surprisingly warm despite the weather. He placed a hand in her long, red hair, pulling her closer to him because he couldn’t get enough of her.
Ginny surged forward, pressing herself closer to him. Harry leaned back to accommodate her, but never breaking contact with her lips. Ginny swung a leg over his lap, so she could straddle him. Her foot smacked into the forgotten butterbeer cup, knocking it over. The little liquid left in the cup streamed down the roof, soaking Harry’s leg in the process.
“I fancy the fuck out of you, Ginny Weasley,” Harry said. “But you are a mess.”
Ginny was unable to keep the smile off of her face. “I am going to blame you for that spill.”
Harry grabbed Ginny by the waist, and spun her over so she was pinned to the roof underneath him. “Absolutely not.” His fingers tickled her sides, “I won’t stop until you admit you did it.”
Ginny writhed below him in a fit of giggles. “Never!” Harry took that as a challenge, his fingers sliding underneath her sweater, making contact with her bare skin, continuing to graze her sides. Ginny couldn’t contain her laughter as she tried to escape from his grasps. “Okay!” Ginny relinquished, “I’m a mess!” Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes ablaze with passion, but she was grinning up at him, and he was grinning down at her. Never once could Harry remember a moment he was this happy.
“Do you want to return to the party?” Ginny asked.
“Not really,” Harry replied before capturing Ginny’s lips in his again.
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