This is my first shot at a oneshot. It's Harry/Ginny oneshot. I came up with this idea and the entire story in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, my mother would have been so mad at me if I had gotten up in the middle of the night to write this story on my laptop. So, I had to settle for the morning. Cheers!
"Can you take off your shirt?"
"I want to see where the Killing Curse hit you."
Harry looked down at the redhead sitting next to him.
He pulled off his shirt.
Ginny traced the purple bruise around his heart with her index finger. Her brown eyes filled with sadness.
She muttered something under her breath that Harry couldn't hear.
"Sorry?" he asked.
"I don't deserve you."
Harry gaped at her. "Excuse me?"
"I don't deserve you." she repeated, her voice quieter this time.
He lifted her chin with his index finger.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life," he said, "and you hardly ever say ridiculous things."
"But," she said, her eyes filling with tears, "you're so brave and selfless and these scars prove that. You've done things that nobody else, except for maybe Dumbledore, have never dared to do. Fighting Voldemort. Risking your life. I almost wish that I had some of your qualities.
"But Ginny, I love you. And sometimes, I think that I don't deserve you. You're perfect. You're smart, pretty, feisty, and witty. I wouldn't be surprised if you picked anyone else." he insisted.
Tears were trickling down her face. Her soft brown eyes were wide.
"You really love me?" she whispered.
"I've never been so sure about anything in my life." he murmured in her ear.
He brushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes. He used his thumb to brush tears off of her freckled face.
Chocolate met emerald. The emerald pair were filled with love. The chocolate were filled with relief.
"Oh, Harry, I love you too!" she cried.
"I couldn't be any more thrilled." Harry leaned down and brushed his lips against hers gently.
Ginny shivered slightly. Harry looked at her concernedly.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"N-No." she stammered. "It's because you did this."
And she captured his lips with her own.
Harry was in heaven. He had defeated the darkest wizard of all time, had two best friends who stood by him no matter what, and he was in love.
Her flowery scent surrounded him as they kissed feverishly.
Ginny had forgotten about everything in the world. Nobody mattered but him. She was extremely happy; nothing could take it away.
His musky scent enveloped her as she kissed him purposefully.
Nothing could separate them.
They grew tired of kissing each other, and settled in each other's arms. Ginny fell asleep.
And that's how the Weasleys and Hermione found them a short time later. Harry was still awake, gazing lovingly at Ginny's slumbering form.
Ron bent close to Harry's ear.
"You're my best mate, but hurt her and I'll kill you," he whispered.
Harry nodded and glanced at Hermione.
"Take care of Hermione. The same warning goes to you." Harry whispered.
Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione.
The rest of Ginny's brothers gave him similar warnings, and Mr. Weasley gave them his blessing, as did Mrs. Weasley.
Once everyone had left, he kissed her on the forehead. She stirred, but did not wake up.
Harry carefully slid out of bed, put on his shirt, and slipped out of the room.
"I'll be back soon," he whispered. "Sleep well."
Was that dramatic, or what? Harry and Ginny fit perfectly. Okay, maybe I overdid it a little.
I'm working on The Awakening right now, I'll have a new chapter up soon!