Harry stares at the slow, smooth movements of her hands while she strokes the canvas with her new brushes. He almost can't believe how the single colors turn into a complete, beautiful picture. He would say it's a masterpiece, but the real perfection is not in the watercolor painting, but in the gorgeous woman playing with the colors.

Now and then, she takes a few steps back and tilts her head to the left and then to the right. Harry absorbs all of her gestures and whispered words, filing everything on his mind. He surprises himself when she dips her index finger into water and she runs it through the green color she just brushed into the smooth sheet of hot-pressed paper.

Harry thinks of all the times when he saw Ginny flying and disrupting other teams' formations, and compares those movements with these. It's amazing how that bold chaser can create this beautiful image. She bites her lip or frowns in the same way she did when explaining them the strategies of her team.

Suddenly his stomach growls really loud and Ginny turns to him, smiling.

"If you want, you can go and eat Harry, I just have to finish your father's hair."

He stands up and goes to her, embracing the smell of her hair and contemplating her art. Just like he asked her, she painted a photograph of his parents' wedding. He marvels at the realist painting, at how she turned an old black and white photo into a colorful and magical image. The hair of his mother almost moves with an invisible wind, and his father's eyes shine with mischief.

"It's even better than I thought it would be," he says, his honest opinion producing a smile in her face.

"Go and eat, love," she says. "I'll prepare a bath for you and then we can sleep."

She kisses him before taking her protective robes and washing her hands. It's only then when Harry looks out of the window and sees the sunset.

"It's almost night-time," he says to Ginny."I was supposed to hang out with the guys today."

He doesn't sound regretful at all. Instead, there's a certain peace in her voice Ginny hadn't heard in a while.

"You forgot, didn't you?" she asked, grinning. "For a few hours, at least, your entire universe consisted only of this room and the two of us."

Harry doesn't answer, preferring to close the space between him and Ginny. Staring into her eyes, he smiles suddenly and hugs her with a bit more force than intended, but Ginny doesn't complain and hugs him too. They both understand his need to make sure she's real and belongs only to him.

"My entire universe will always be you."

Ginny kisses him, confirming for him that she is his and only his.

"I could doubt the stars are fire, Harry, but I'd never doubt your love for me."