 Chapter 12
I just couldn't stop writing... Here's another Chapter...
Ginny opened the back door and moved so Harry could slip out. To avoid anyone walking through the house, Harry had put on his Invisibilty Cloak. Once they were outside, Harry pulled the Cloak off and stuffed it in his pocket.
“What did you want to talk about Harry?” Ginny asked him as they climbed a hill. Harry got to the top first and as Ginny went to put her foot down, she slipped. Harry caught her hand and pulled her up. As soon as his hand touched hers, they both felt the warmth shoot up their arms.
“That for starters...” Harry said as they sat down under the large oak tree at the top of the hill. As Ginny sat down, she looked down at her hand. There wasn't anything different apart from the heat ligering in her finger tips.
“That only happens when i touch your hand or i touch somewhere your hands been.” Harry said as he looked at his own hand.
“Well, what do you think it is?” Ginny asked him as she turned to look at him. He looked back at her before answering.
“I'm not sure, but i think i have an idea.” Harry said as she looked away from him and over the hills. The sun was setting and the sky had turned a deep pink shot with gold.
Harry followed her gaze and looked out towards the sunset. He stood up and held his hand out for Ginny. They walked further on over the hills. Harry leadng the way and Ginny following him.
Soon, Harry reached a hill that led onto a wood. He climbed to the top first and turned to help Ginny but she was right behind him. As he turned, she lent forwards and kissed him. As she did, she felt the warmth spread through her whole body as though she had jumed into warm water.
“Erm, well thats just, er, proved my idea.” Harry said as they broke apart. Ginny was now looking over the top of the trees behind Harry. “What was that for anyway?“ Harry asked her as he watched the sunset again.
“Well, i thouht it would help you wok out what happening w our hands touch..” Ginny said, now looking at Harry. She didn't look embarrased or ashamed but she a looking at Harry with a hard, blazing look.
“What, this?” Harry said smilin, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him.
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I Know You Don't Believe Me, But The Way I, Way I See It,
Next Time You Point A Finger, I Might Have To Bend It Back,
Or Break It, Break It Off...
Next Time You Point A Finger, I'll Point You To The Mirror
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