Meant To Be

18. No Words Needed

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As they walked out of the ice cream shop, Harry and Ginny couldn't help but blush at the shopkeeper's knowing smile and wink. "Enjoy your ice cream, young lovers!" she had exclaimed, making them both laugh and look away.

But as they started eating their ice cream cones, they couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes meeting in a sparkling moment of connection.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Me too," Harry replied, his heart racing with excitement. "I feel like we're finally getting a chance to be ourselves around each other."

Ginny nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the shopkeeper's comment. "I know exactly what you mean. It's like we're in our own little world here."

As they ate and chatted, Harry couldn't help but steal glances at Ginny, feeling his heart skip a beat every time their eyes met. He couldn't believe how much he enjoyed her company, how much he loved making her laugh.

Ginny, too, was feeling a flutter in her chest, her heart racing with excitement every time Harry looked her way. She felt like she was melting into his eyes, like she was home.

"I feel like I can be myself around you," Harry said, his voice filled with emotion.

"Me too," Ginny replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I can tell you anything."

As they continued to finish off their ice cream, Ginny pointed out with a giggle, "Harry, you've got a bit of chocolate on your left cheek!"

Harry's face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment. "Oh no, where?" he asked, his hand instinctively flying to his cheek.

Ginny nodded towards the spot, trying to stifle her laughter. "Right there!"

Harry vigorously rubbed the spot, trying to remove the chocolate stain, but only managed to make it worse. The area turned an even deeper shade of red, and Ginny couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh, Harry, you're making it worse!" she exclaimed, holding her sides.

Harry looked at her, his face still red with embarrassment, and laughed too. "I guess I'm not very good at this!"

Ginny observed Harry's discomfort, but also saw the humor in the situation. She loved how he could laugh at himself and not take things too seriously.

"You're adorable when you're embarrassed," Ginny said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Harry's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but he couldn't help but smile at Ginny's teasing.

As Ginny gazed at Harry's cheek, she noticed that the spot was still red and slightly irritated from his vigorous rubbing. Without thinking, she felt an overwhelming urge to comfort him, to soothe the redness away. Her heart told her to do it, and she slowly leaned in towards Harry, her face inches from his.

As she drew closer, Ginny's heart skipped a beat. She could feel Harry's warm breath on her skin, and his fast-beating heart seemed to synchronize with hers. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness, her senses heightened as she gazed into his eyes.

"Oh, Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Harry's eyes locked onto hers, his pupils dilating as he sensed her proximity. Ginny's face was so close to his, she could see the individual eyelashes framing his bright green eyes.