A/N: So it was requested...adamantly ; )... that I continue with this. So I did. I'm not sure how much further I want to develop this, if at all, but here's another. I hope you like it. If it doesn't live up to your expectations, TELL ME! I'd love some feedback. Thanks for reading!

Harry didn't know how long they had been standing there…communicating…but he finally pulled back and rested his forehead against Ginny's. His arms were still wrapped around her waist, keeping her pulled close. They were both breathing hard and grinning like idiots. Ginny chuckled. "So…what do we do now?"

Harry smirked, "Well, I for one, would be totally up for moving this to the couch."

Ginny playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

Chuckling, Harry nodded. Taking a deep breath, he grew serious and took a second to think about what he wanted to happen. Looking into her eyes, he softly spoke. "I don't want to go back to hiding my feelings for you."

Meeting his intense gaze with her own, Ginny whispered, "Neither do I. …does that mean that we're going to tell Ron?"

Unbeknownst to the couple standing in the middle of their own little world (a.k.a. the kitchen), Ron descended the last step into the room.

"Tell me what?"

Harry and Ginny both jumped about three feet in the air feeling as though they had just been struck by lightning.

Now standing next to Ginny, Harry missed the calming effect being in her embrace gave him. His heart was racing and he was on the verge of freaking out!

"T-tell you…tell you…" Harry's eyes were wide and he was having an internal jousting match in his head, trying to decide to take the plunge—leap of faith, if you will—and tell Ron the truth or run away screaming like a little girl…figuratively, of course.

Ginny, standing next to him, could practically see the battle going on inside Harry's head. Knowing he was trying to remain calm...ish, Ginny slowly stepped closer, took his hand and gave a light squeeze to show her support of whatever he chose. Turning to look at her, Harry saw her feelings for him pass through her eyes like he was watching a movie. Instantly, he was resolved in telling Ron the truth. Squeezing her hand in return, Harry took a deep, calming breath and turned to Ron, who was rummaging around in the cupboards looking for food.

"Ron, I don't want this to come between us, but Ginny and I fancy each other and I hope that she will agree to be my girlfriend."

Ginny's smile in response to Harry's words quite possibly could have powered the whole village of Ottery St. Catchpole for a week without struggling.

Ron was still rummaging around looking for food. "Ok."

Harry just stared at him with a look of incredulity on his face. "….ok?" he squeaked out. That's it? Ok? I've been struggling over this for months and he says "OK"? What the bloody hell?

Finally, Ron turned and looked at them, shrugging. "Yeah, ok. Honestly, I've been waiting for you to finally grow a pair and say something, mate. Fred, George and I had a bet going on how long it would take you. I really thought you wouldn't have made it this long. I was starting to lose hope. Who would be better to take care of my little sister, than my best friend?" Ron chuckled at the looks his admission caused on the faces of said best friend and little sister.

After a long moment of silent, Harry thought he heard giggling coming from beside him. Turning to look at Ginny, he saw that she was struggling to contain her laughter. Finally, she lost the battle and started to whole-heartedly laugh. Harry's lips started twitching until finally he too started laughing. Ron just stood there watching them with a grin on his face.

When she could finally control herself, Ginny looked at Harry and said, "You should really listen to Hermione more often."

"I agree." Hermione, Fred and George had just emerged from the stairs.

"So he finally did it?" George asked.

"Yup." Ron answered, chuckling. "Took him long enough, didn't it?"

"Yeah, mate. You cost me 2 Galleons. Couldn't you have waited…" Fred looked at his watch. "…10 more minutes?"

"What?" Harry asked. He was looking at Fred with a confused look on his face.

"Ron had the time slot of 2 months from the beginning of our bet; George had months 3 and four; I had months 5 and 6. The beginning of month 5 was tomorrow" he looked at his watch again, "or today, I guess it'd be now."

"5 months?" Ginny exclaimed. "Geez, Harry. If I'd known it was that long, I would have done something to encourage you." She teased him, smirking at the look he gave in return.

Harry just grumbled and ran his hand through his hair, while smiling shyly at her.

"Anyways, who wants hot chocolate?" Hermione, taking pity on Harry, decided to distract the others.

The three red-headed guys immediately raised their hands up into the air. "Me!"