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Title: Eight Plants of Puha
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 500
A/N: Puha is a plant I have had very little to do with. As I have no idea even what it tastes like I decided on this one to go with the picture from the book as inspiration. If you think of Harry and Ginny as a ladybird and a worm, as in the illustration, then it kind of almost makes sense :D

Harry stared up at the canopy above him, arms cushioning his head. Sunlight was slitting through the forked leaves and on the whole he felt contented – a sensation that he realised he hadn't often felt before. There was always the knowledge of impending doom hanging over his head, especially since his fifth year at Hogwarts. Today, however, that was gone. It felt weird in a way.

Even after the war's ending he had kept himself busy, not willing to stand still even for a second. He had still felt like a coiled spring waiting for something else to strike. It was only now, several months after the war, that he had finally stopped pushing himself.

Beside him, Ginny shuffled onto her side, breaking into his reminiscences. Harry turned to look at her and smiled as he reached out to brush a strand of hair off her face.

'This is nice,' he said. 'Reminds me of the days back at Hogwarts, by the lake.' He looked up at the forked leaves again, watching them flutter above him.

'Good,' said Ginny. Her satisfaction was clear in her voice. 'That was the intention when I transfigured this room. Warming charms and this sort of transfiguration are much harder than I thought they'd be.'

The sudden change in conversation startled Harry and he squinted at her in puzzlement. Ginny had stopped talking and was looking at Harry with an expectant expression on her face. When he looked back at her blankly, Ginny sighed and scooted closer to him.

'Hermione and I had to do some intense research to make this happen – indoor to outdoor changes are really difficult, especially getting cold weather to mimic warmer temperatures.'

She began to draw circles on his chest; her fingers brushing lightly enough to make him shiver even in the warm breeze she had generated from somewhere. Ginny smirked at him.

'Want to relive those days again?' she asked, clearly giving up on the attempt at trying to steer his thoughts and going for bluntness. Without waiting for Harry to respond, Ginny suited action to words and kissed him. While a single bee buzzed lazily overhead, Harry lost himself in the moment. When they had broken apart and he found himself still lost in her eyes, he realised that his contentment had less to do with the sun and recreation of Hogwarts than it did with the company he was with.

Reaching to the side, Harry grabbed his wand and said, 'finite incantatem.' Ginny sat up, looking affronted as the world around them dissolved and they found themselves on a winter's day lying on the bed in Ginny's room at the Burrow. Snow fell outside. Harry left the warming charms in place, however; unwilling to go too far to make his point.

'I don't need Hogwarts to recreate those days, Ginny,' he said. 'I just need you. Thank you for the effort, but it isn't necessary.'

Smiling again, Ginny lay back down and curled herself into his side.