Everything-Michael Bublé

You're a falling star, you're the getaway car,

You're the line in the sand, when I've gone too far,

Harry looked at the sleeping form of his wife. He smiled as he thought of the days after the war, when Ginny had smacked some sense into him literally.

Harry sat at the top of the astronomy tower. He had avoided everyone who had tried to talk to him. He had shut himself in the boys' dormitory, eating the food Kreacher had brought him. Now, with the cover of darkness, he had slipped away to the Astronomy Tower. Every second he was awake, he felt unbearable guilt that felt like a physical weight. Every time he tried to answer Ron who saw through his guise of sleeping, his throat closed up with guilt. His self imposed isolation was easier than dealing with the guilt.

Harry stared at the stars motionlessly. He closed his eyes as the cool spring breeze brushed his face. He opened them as he heard someone climbing the steps of the tower.

He turned around to see none other than Ginny Weasley. He got up from his position against the wall. He stood awkwardly as Ginny realized he was there.

Without a word, she walked up to him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Harry eagerly returned the kiss. They both pulled away for breath and Harry rested his forehead against Ginny's. Breathing hard, he whispered, "I missed you."

Ginny withdrew and brought her hand sharply against his cheek. Harry was confused. Then he was furious, why did she kiss him if she was going to slap him?

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he half shouted angrily

Ginny didn't withdraw; instead she brought herself up, "For being an idiot!"

"I'm sorry I left!" Harry shouted, "But I had to! I thought you'd understand!"

"You think I'm mad for leaving?" she asked angrily, "I'm furious that you think you can withdraw into yourself. I'm pissed that you've locked yourself in your bloody room!"

Breathing hard, Harry whispered, "I can't face them, Ginny. They'll hate me. If I had done things differently, if I had done things sooner, they would be alive."

"Do you really think that?" Ginny asked, "You really are an idiot."

With that Ginny took Harry into her arms and Harry finally let the tears come.

Harry lay back down on the pillow as he thought of his life with his beautiful wife.

You're a swimming pool, on an August day

And you're the perfect thing to say

His smile widened as he thought of that August day.

It was sweltering hot at the Burrow. Harry was sitting outside where a feeble breeze made it slightly cooler than it was inside. Harry wasn't looking forward to September, when Ginny would be off to Hogwarts for her seventh year, and he would be off to Auror training. At that moment, the object of his musings came out of the door of the Burrow, wearing a swimsuit.

"Where are you going Weasley?" Harry called out

Ginny smiled when she saw Harry, "Swimming Potter. It's too bloody hot out to do anything else."

With that, she walked towards the pond. Grinning, Harry went back to the house and changed in to his swimsuit. He walked to the pond to find Ginny floating on the water with her eyes closed and a small smile. Making as little noise as possible, AHrry approached and jumped in with a big splash.

Ginny spluttered as she rose out of the water. "Potter! I'm going to kill you!"

She approached Harry, but Harry just pulled her against his chest.

"How abaout you kiss me instead?" he asked, before doing just that.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute

When you smile at me, you know exactly what you do

Of course it hadn't been easy. Even after Ginny had gotten out of Hogwarts, she had been busy with the Harpies. They ahd tried to make time for each other when they could.

Harry made his way through the crowded bar to where he was supposed to meet Ginny. He spotted her nursing a drink at the bar. He walked up to her.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked her.

"No. but I'll have you know, that you shouldn't try anything, as I'm meeting my boyfriend here," she told him.

Harry smiled, "Must be a stupid bloke, to leave a girl like you waiting alone,"

"What do you mean, girl like me?"

"Such a beautiful girl," he replied, caressing her cheek. She closed her eyes to the caress.

"My boyfriend would be furious if he saw you do this," she said as she opened her eyes.

Ginny pulled away and smiled at him. Her long red hair was out and it framed her face. Her eyes sparkled with laughter and her lips were pulled into a seductive smile that made Harry want to melt.

"Well then, I guess he'd be enraged if i did this," and with that Harry leaned over and captured her lips in a kiss.

Ginny kissed him back, before muttering against his lips, "He would be in a rage."

Harry slipped his hands around her waist. "Screw your boyfriend," he muttered against her lips.

Ginny pulled away and smiled, "I would much rather screw you."

A/N Hey, this is my first song-fic. I personally love this song, and am listening to it as I type. You gotta love Michael Buble. Each chapter will be a few lyrics, with one-shots centered around the lyrics. Warning, it will be updated sporadically and not frequently.