Another Kind of Magic
Another Kind of Magic
It's not just wands and potions.
Another Kind of Magic
“Do you believe in magic?” Ginny murmurs, eyes like amber in the sunlight.
The corners of Harry’s mouth twitch, and he tugs lightly on a silken, fiery lock of her hair. “Is this a trick question?”
Ginny laughs easily, shooting warmth like he’s never felt into his veins. “I don’t mean that kind,” she says, and his chest hums at the way she’s looking at him now, with that same blazing look that compelled him to kiss her for the first time just minutes ago.
“Yeah,” Harry replies, entangling her fingers with his own. “I think I’m finally beginning to.”
It's not just wands and potions.
Another Kind of Magic
“Do you believe in magic?” Ginny murmurs, eyes like amber in the sunlight.
The corners of Harry’s mouth twitch, and he tugs lightly on a silken, fiery lock of her hair. “Is this a trick question?”
Ginny laughs easily, shooting warmth like he’s never felt into his veins. “I don’t mean that kind,” she says, and his chest hums at the way she’s looking at him now, with that same blazing look that compelled him to kiss her for the first time just minutes ago.
“Yeah,” Harry replies, entangling her fingers with his own. “I think I’m finally beginning to.”