Harry was laying on a bed, well it was more of a cot, waiting. The room he was in was dark, filled with greens and blacks.

Ginny curled into a ball next to him, her eyes closed so that the very little sunlight that snuck into the room washed over her eyelashes; turning them almost like molten gold. Red and glowing.

Her hands had fistfuls of his shirt and her breathing was even, but Harry knew that she wasn't asleep. Far from it in fact. Her thoughts leaked into his. They were mostly jumbled, but the most common colors in her mind were gold and green, though he couldn't make much else out.

His fingers drew circles on her back from under her shirt aimlessly, as she later her head on his other arm, and he watched the glow creep into even the darkest corners, the smallest crevices, lighting them in brilliant bronze, yellow, red, and gold.

She shifted slightly, her cold nose at his neck. He almost flinched, and pulled a blanket around her tighter. A small smile drifted across her face before she settled back into thoughts.

Thanks... She practically breathed into his mind. Harry hummed, pulling her closer and closing his own eyes. The chatter from downstairs had stopped a long time ago, and even his enhanced hearing couldn't pick up on it. Maybe they stopped talking altogether, or perhaps placed a silencing charm around the room.

You're welcome, love. He smiled. But Ginny stayed quiet for a while longer, and his fingers rubbed harder onto her back, trying to stop the tenseness that flowed through the Bond.

Harry, we need to talk. She opened her eyes, but he kept his own closed.

About what? He asked hesitantly, his hand's movement only stopping for a second before he drew a large heart over the small of her back. Ginny sighed, though he wasn't sure whether it was because she'd noticed the shape or because she was about to fall asleep.

The fight... We can't leave it hanging over us like it is. She responded, releasing his shirt from her grip and moving her hand to rest over his hip.

I understand... Harry thought quietly, opening his eyes. Ginny looked up at him questioningly, as if she was trying to read his expression without using the Bond. Then she looked at a spot over his shoulder.

Harry, I'm sorry. She started. He nodded, and before she could say anything more, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

I understand, Gin. I'm sorry as well, for trying to control you. It was wrong of me, and I've learned my lesson. He said into her mind.

It's not just that, Harry. I shouldn't have-

It's behind us now, love. I forgive you, and I know you forgive me, so let's just forget about it. He smiled, Water under the bridge?

She sighed, and bury the axe. She smiled, moving her hand to his neck, "I love you, Harry." She whispered aloud.

"I love you too." And then his lips were on hers, a golden glow pulsing across the room. Ginny only had a second to admire it, and notice how it was beating perfectly in time with their entwined heartbeats, before her eyelids fluttered closed. Harry's fingers pressed into her back, pulling her closer, and she draped her arm around his neck.

It was like they were a well-oiled machine. Lips moving in sync, hearts pounding, both blushing out of their minds, and the glow they emitted washing over the room so brilliantly that Ginny knew, whoever walked across the hall would notice the light underneath the hard wooden door.

They pulled away for air, and Harry slid his unfocused gaze over to her's. They lay there for a moment, both just staring at each other as they caught there breaths. Everything was right.

Everything. Harry's hand at the small of her back, her fingers in his hair, the way they looked at each other. And even their breathing. Constant, reliable, and just altogether right.

Ginny only had a matter of seconds to realize this before Harry kissed her again. They had shifted to lean against the headboard, and Ginny's hand stayed at Harry's chest; just to feel his heartbeat. His hands cradled her head, and she closed her eyes. The glow had faded slightly, only pulsing around them once or twice, then surrounding them.

That's when the door opened, and The Bonded jerked away, whirling to the door. A framed figure stood on the threshold, blushing like mad as if she'd just seen something else.

Katrin swallowed, blinking a few times. "Ah, the... The Order, they want you downstairs." She watched her shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

"Thanks," Ginny muttered, still trying to even her breathing. Katrin nodded, and turned on her heel, rushing from the room. "What's with her?" She asked.

Harry stared at the door for a moment, then gave Ginny a reassuring, but slightly forced, smile, "Not sure. But let's go downstairs, yeah?" Ginny nodded in agreement, still wondering what was with the girl. And also, why she was there in the first place.

Katrin wondered the same thing as well.