Memories

That first time I kissed Ginny was a trip down memory lane.

I remembered all the times I had ever kissed any other girl.

I remembered Cho Chang.

I remembered how awkward it was kissing her.

I knew then that I did not want to kiss anyone else ever again.

Ginny was perfect.

The way her lips met mine.

The way her body felt underneath her clothing.

The way her presence filled the room.

I did not care that I was afraid of what her brothers would think.

I would brave hundreds of dragons to stay forever in her arms.