Summary: A short HG scene. PreDH.
Soft fingers brushed his face. Half asleep, he felt the familiar sensation of metal against skin as someone removed his glasses. Something warm settled in his lap and rested on his chest. Unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around the soft warmth. He sighed contentedly as he breathed in some flowery and familiar scent. The warm weight shifted, and he squeezed his arms around it as it snuggled closer.
"Ginny," he whispered.
"Mmm, Harry," it purred back.
Suddenly he felt fully awake. His eyes shot open. He could see a mass of red covering his chest, a color he had only ever seen on a Weasley. Without thinking, he began to run his fingers through the long hair. He knew he should stand and push her away, but he couldn't. The gentle rise and fall of her back as she breathed was hypnotic. Her mere presence soothed him, and he began to relax again as his hand brushed through her soft hair.
He sighed to himself. She deserved more than someone who couldn't spend all of his time with her, someone who had to leave her behind to go fight battles, someone who would undoubtedly bring her harm. But right now, with the familiar scents of the Burrow and her comforting warmth surrounding him, he could forget, at least for a moment, his burdens and responsibilities. He could forget about what he had to do and just be happy.
"Stop thinking," she mumbled into his chest. "Sleep."
He chuckled and closed his eyes again, still stroking her thick hair. "Mmkay," he murmured and allowed himself to lulled to sleep, a serene smile on his face.