The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single oil lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Harry’s hands trembled as he reached for Ginny, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dress. She stood before him, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his heart race. The war had kept them apart for too long, and now, in this stolen moment, they were desperate to reconnect.

“Ginny,” Harry whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He stepped closer, his hands sliding up her arms, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. She shivered at his touch, her lips parting slightly as she leaned into him.