Harry looked up, the wandlight he was using to read a long letter from the Ministry casting his face in a pale, moon-like glow. "Hey," he said, his entire face brightening. He immediately yanked the curtain all the way shut and whispered, "Muffliato," followed by the other enchantments to keep them undetected and secure. Ron was sleeping in the next bed: it was paramount that he not find out, lest Harry want to live. I've almost died enough times, I'd like to not kick it at the hands of my raging best mate, thank you. He figured that Neville would distract Ron long enough for Ginny to flee to safety before Ron murdered him - but the scenario always ended in Harry's death.
No thank you indeed.
He pulled back the blankets and opened his arms. "I've missed you all day," he said honestly, running his eyes over the lines of her face, as if they were brand new to him.
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