A/N: Well, here's another Harry/Ginny. Surprising that I'm writing so many of them, since I'm partial to Harry/Cho, but I find them so easy to write. At any rate, here it is, this was a writing circle challenge, and it will probably be followed by other fluffy Harry/Ginny drabbles. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they're J.K. Rowling, and the plot was inspired by two of my friends who did the same thing.
If Beauty Was a Grain of Sand, You'd Be a Million Beaches
Harry and Ginny were sitting on the floor of an empty, rarely used corridor on the 6th floor. He was gazing intently into her eyes, and she was looking back at him, a smirk on her face and one of her eyebrows raised.
"You're not gonna win, Potter," she joked, a laugh in her voice.
"Say's you, Ginny, I've spent all day staring at you before, I think I can handle five minutes," he grinned at her.
"You're not gonna win, Potter," she said again, gazing intently at him.
A silent moment later, Ginny started squinting, Harry still watching her determinedly with his green eyes. Ginny finally succumbed to her need to blink.
"Augh!" she exclaimed. Harry laughed.
"Told you I was going to win, Ginny, and you didn't believe me," Harry grinned at her.
"Well, the only reason I agreed to a staring contest was so I could look into your eyes," Ginny grinned, justifying her loss.
"Well, I dropped a tear in the Black Lake, and the day I find it is the day I stop loving you,"
"Oh," Ginny breathed quietly, gazing at him adoringly. Harry shrugged as if to say, "I do what I can." Ginny grinned.
"You just love competition, don't you Harry. Okay, well, if a star fell every time I thought of you, the sky would be empty,"
"If beauty was a grain of sand, you'd be a million beaches."
She smiled at him.
"You are so cute," she smiled and leaned back on him. He stroked her ginger hair for a moment before beginning to tickle her ribs.
"Harry… stop it!" she gasped.
She spun around and began to tickle him back. After rolling on the floor together, shouting and laughing, they collapsed, her on top of him, gasping for air. She sighed and smiled.
"I have some homework I have to finish Harry, I really should go," she frowned as she stood and began to walk away without letting him respond.
"I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go!" he shouted after her as she walked away.