Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Never have. Never will.
Notes: This is based off a scene from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 (the movie, not the book). When Harry zipped up Ginny's dress and then began kissing her, I couldn't help but think wow, that's kind of hot, so I just had to make a little oneshot out of my sick thoughts. Lines from the movie will be borrowed, but, as stated in my regular disclaimer, I own nothing.
If you haven't seen the movie, you might still be able to understand this. It takes place just before Bill and Fleur's wedding. I hope you enjoy!
Zip Me Up
a Harry Potter fan fiction
The words stared back at him; large and bold, demanding his attention: DUMBLEDORE'S DARK SECRETS REVEALED: Rita Skeeter Launches New Book. Harry Potter wrinkled his nose in disgust, his eyes scanning the front page of the Daily Prophet before noticing another article: DUMBLEDORE REMEMBERED by Elphias Doge. He looked down at the paper, his face melancholy, remembering the professor he had lost. He was only able to read the first few lines of the article before a pleasant voice said, "Zip me up, will you?"
Harry looked up to see Ginny Weasley standing with her back toward him. She pulled her ginger locks to one side of her neck, revealing her very bare back to his wide emerald eyes. He slowly approached her, appreciating the view. Her back was a rich vanilla, with the slightest tinge of pink. Freckles rested on the backs of her shoulders, looking like sprinkles upon her creamy skin. She turned her head, their eyes meeting briefly: chocolate brown and emerald green.
He lightly grasped the zipper at the end of the track and began to delicately pull it up, savoring his final view of her back before it disappeared under the fabric of her dress.
"It seems seems silly, doesn't it? A wedding?" she said softly, "Given everything that's going on."
"Maybe that's best reason to have it," he replied, fastening the clasp at the top of the track. "Because of everything that's going on."
She turned around then, allowing her hair to cascade down her shoulders, and almost immediately leaned in to kiss him. He welcomed her by leaning in, locking his lips with hers. It had been so long since they had last kissed; too long. Her lips were warm and familiar against his own. She tasted of warm peppermint, and the smell she emitted was of strawberries, with a hint of honey. Perhaps it was her choice of perfume or shampoo, but Harry knew that whatever the source of the smell was, he wanted to smell much more of it. She tasted better than anything he had ever experienced – better than butterbeer or even Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Her kiss was something that he had been devoid of for much too long...but for good reason, he knew.
He couldn't have her.
He was to leave with Ron and Hermione as soon as possible – in fact, he would already be gone now if Ron had not insisted that they stay for the wedding – and there was no way around it. Pouring his heart and soul into this osculation was wrong; it would only lead her on.
She's not stupid, his mind yelped, she's not expecting me to get down on one knee right now and propose. Still, he felt wrong. He wanted nothing more than to be able to kiss her for the rest of his life, but he couldn't. Not while Voldemort was still at large. Not while there were Horcruxes to still be found and destroyed.
The teenagers had become so lost in the kiss that they barely noticed the sound of someone moving in the background. Ginny was the first to break away, her eyes flickering to the source of the sound: George, a bandage around his forehead (covering the fresh hole in his ear), holding a cup of tea. Harry looked up, embarrassed.
George smirked at the two. "Morn – ing." He exaggerated the syllables.
Ginny stole a final glance at Harry before swiftly exiting the room. George quirked his eyebrow at Harry, almost in approval. He gave a small smile in return, hoping that his face hadn't reddened. Before he could embarrass himself any more, he left the room. The feeling of her lips still lingered on his mouth. It teased him, giving him only a taste of something that he could never truly have. Something that another man would one day enjoy.
He wondered: Did she do that on purpose? Did she purposely ask me to zip up her dress, just so I would have to stare at her back? He smirked to himself, realizing that she had seduced him into kissing her (not that he was complaining).
His mind was bursting with images of Ginny's bare back. It was a part of her he had never seen. He vaguely wondered what the rest of her body was like; did her other areas have the same vanilla hue, the same trail of freckles? He was curious, not only about how she looked, but how she felt. She had been the object of his affections for some time now, but now something more emerged: a desire for Ginny Weasley. A desire for not only her love and utmost affection, but her intimate touch. Something that she would share with him and only him.
Then, it hit him like a destructive wave. He felt that he had actually known this for months now, but had stored it away in the crevices of his heart because he didn't understand it. But, because of the kiss he had just experienced, it all became clear.
He was in love with her.