Hi! I'm back with the next installment of "I Saw You Cry"! Yay! Took me long enough ^_^; heh. Been busy? ß-lying, just never got to it. Well, I hope you enjoy, though it's shorter than the last chapter (that was a doosy, no?)

Ginny Weasley has been staring into her mirror for precisely twenty minutes trying to decide what to do with her hair on the first day of November. Her roommates stared at her oddly because she was normally not very girly. The redhead usually tied up her locks in a low ponytail that rested on her neck, not caring if strands of it stood up at every angle.

But today, today was different. Today was the first day Ginny would go down to the Common Room as Harry Potter's girlfriend. Just the thought made sent a rush of warmth throughout her body, and she giggled softly, letting her hair drop to her shoulders.

Ginny knew that Harry did not kiss her because of the way she looked or how her hair was done, but it didn't stop her from trying to impress him. From experience, Ginny was very aware of what a fifteen-year old boy thinks about (by living in a house with six brothers, how couldn't she?), and she didn't mind putting a little more attention to her appearance for Harry. He made her so happy that it was a pleasure to give him some eye candy, especially for his gorgeous emerald eyes.

And when Harry looked at her with those eyes…Ginny felt like laughing until her lungs exploded, until she hiccupped for eternity, until she was perfectly purple in the face. The chills that raced through her veins with just one wink, with just a glance from him, made her arms go numb and her fingers twitch in anticipation.

After Pigwidgeon was out of sight last night, Ginny had fallen right to sleep, though she couldn't help the images of Harry she was picturing, and she refused to stop the smile that was sliding onto her face. To any onlooker, she must have looked quite odd with that silly grin. She wondered if her roommates had heard any of the giggles in her dreams.

With a look of determination in her chocolate brown eyes, Ginny contemplated her appearance in the mirror.

She had let it dry naturally after she stepped out of the shower, letting it curl, but not as tightly as Hermione's bushy tresses. Her skin was as pale as usual, and she wiggled her nose in a futile attempt of sending her freckles flying across the room.

There was no makeup on her face; her mother had strictly prohibited the use of such products as eyeliner and lipstick until Ginny reached the ripe age of sixteen. The redhead found this rule quite annoying and unfair; being the only girl with six brothers should offer her the benefits of certain necessities.

"Ginny, you look fine, just like you do everyday!" One of her roommates shouted as they headed out the door. She couldn't help but smile at her reflection as she raised her hand in appreciation of the compliment.

"You do look great, darling." The mirror said affectionately. "You must tell me what happened last night to give you such a radiant glow!"

Ginny watched her face flush in the mirror, and she shook her head slightly, causing her hair to drift back into her face,

"Sorry, but I don't think I could give it justice if I tried to tell you." She said quietly, warming at her own words. The mirror giggled and shooed her off ("You're the best looking girl n this dorm anyway!").

Pulling her cloak over her shirt and jeans, Ginny made her way down to the Common Room. It wasn't bustling, seeing that it was Saturday morning, but there were a few Gryffindors mingling around. Mainly first and second years, they were still a little anxious about not being up and moving.

It was rare that any students above fifth year would be up before noon on Saturdays, and even then, some seventh years didn't emerge from the dormitory until about three. If they did, they headed straight to the Great Hall for breakfast.

An exception to that was the infamous trio, who usually took the almost empty Common Room as an opportunity to discuss, well, whatever it was that they discussed.

As she took a seat in the chair she had sat in last night with Crookshanks, she stared off towards the table where the three fifth years would huddle together. Would Harry let her join their secret conversations? No one had ever been able to penetrate the shield the three seemed to have around them when they were deep in thought. Now that she and Harry were…together…would Hermione and Ron mind that someone else knew their private business?

She smirked; this was going to be more difficult that she thought. First, the fact of actually getting involved with such intimate business (because she knows how close the trio is) was going to be rough. Maybe she should just stay away, they could have Harry's attention whenever they wanted, as long as she had some time with him too.

No, that wouldn't work for long. Ginny knew how it would get. One would get jealous of the other, because they believed that Harry wasn't spending as much time as he should with them. Yuck. She thought. Would I really become that selfish? I can't just barge into a friendship that's been going strong for four years now! But…was it fair that Harry should always discuss things with them? Last night showed that he could talk to her. Ginny was very aware of couples who shared their problems with each other, not just their friends.

But then again, this is Harry Potter, the Boy Who Freakin' Lived. His insecurities and tribulations surpassed the problems of the twittering idiots her roommates dated. Who cares if their mustache was too thick? Ginny prayed that Harry would live long enough to actually grow one of his own.

Out of all the boys to be my first boyfriend. She thought grumpily. I get the one who literally has the fate of the world resting on his shoulders. Though, Ginny knew, she wouldn't have wanted her first boyfriend to be anyone other than the emerald eye boy. She closed her eyes as the warmth of his eyes traveled through her body, and crossed her arms across her chest, hugging herself. Ginny thought she probably looked quite strange to the surrounding Gryffindors.

"And you didn't bother to tell me?" A shrilly voice exclaimed, its vibrations echoing down the staircase of the dorms. Ginny immediately recognized it as Hermione's and she wondered what exactly her idiot brother didn't tell her.

"It wasn't a big deal! It happened around eleven, you would've been asleep already." She heard Ron explain, though she could tell by his voice that he was trying to keep his temper down.

"Well, I would've liked to have known…" She muttered. Their voices were louder now, and Ginny bet they were right at the entrance of the Common Room.

"Hermione, Harry's fine, Madame Pomfrey said so."

At that, Ginny made her presence known. She stood up and spun towards the couple, whose eyes had suddenly grown very wide. Ron seemed to be holding his breath, and he slowly maneuvered himself behind Hermione.

"Gin. Hey. You're up early." He croaked. Luckily, the other Gryffindors hadn't noticed the tension between the siblings, and it was easy for Ginny to stalk towards her brother without any whispers.

Hermione moved out of Ron's reach, and crossed her arms tightly across her chest. She looked very smug, as if this was the punishment Ron deserved for not telling either of the girls.

"What happened to Harry?" Ginny demanded, her fists clenched at her sides. Ron looked around the room and over his sister's head, as if looking for an ulterior escape route.

"Nothing at all, Gin. He's fine." He said in a squeaky sort of voice. His eyes had not decreased in size, and he watched her with the utmost precaution.

"What happened to Harry?" She repeated, feeling her face grow red. "You told Hermione, you better tell me."

Ron rolled his eyes and huffed slightly, though he didn't dare step away from his angry sister.

"He's in the Hospital Wing, he had some problems breathing last night, but he's fine now, Madame Pomfrey said so."

All color faded from Ginny's face, and she released a sigh of anxiety. She felt tears rush to her eyes, and without second thought, she turned on a heel and raced towards the Portrait Hole,

"Gin!" She heard Ron call after her, in almost an annoyed but cautious fashion. The youngest Weasley did not stop though, and she forgot to apologize to the Fat Lady for swinging her open so quickly ("Kids these days!"). She ran at full speed down the staircase of Gryffindor Tower, and she skid to a halt as she heard the voices of Professor McGonnagal and Professor Snape heading her way.

She began to walk at a remarkably fast speed, her knees never bending in an attempt to make the teachers believe she was just out for an early morning walk. Ginny smiled brightly at the teachers; McGonnagal smiled and nodded in return and Snape sent her a glare that the redhead would have flinched at if her mind wasn't on certain green eyed boy.

As the Hospital Wing doors approached, a Ravenclaw boy exited the bathroom, and began to walk in her direction. Ginny's stomach churned with dread, but she smiled at him, to be polite, though that was something she didn't want to be to him.

The Ravenclaw, Aaron McGinnity, often flirted with her openly during class. He had even gone as far as dropping his quill on purpose and then asking Ginny to pick it up for him. The room had gone deadly quiet as they waited for her reaction. The redhead knew what he was up to, and simply shrugged. She picked up the damn quill, with a simple Wingardium Leviosa, of course. The class erupted into laughter, especially the Ravenclaws, who were laughing at Aaron with enormous guffaws.

Since then, he had been nothing but rude, barging into her in the halls, and sending balls of parchment zooming at her in the Great Hall. It was quite annoying, but seeing him now in an empty corridor sent cold chills through Ginny's spine.

Aaron stopped dead in his tracks, right in Ginny's way, smiling rather evilly. To any bystander, it would have been a funny scene, a Ravenclaw terrifying a Gryffindor. What would the Slytherins say to that?

"Oh, hullo Ginny, what are you doing up this early? I thought you would try to get in as much beauty sleep as possible!" He said, with a smirk of triumph. Ginny felt her ears burn, but she simply crossed her arms across her chest, tapping her foot. The glare he was sending her made her feel very uneasy, and she wished now that she had waited for Ron and Hermione.

"Wouldn't want to over do it, you know." She said, her nose high in the air, something that reminded her of Hermione. "Might attract the wrong kind of people." With a huge roll of her eyes, Ginny proceeded to brush by him, and to her dismay, Aaron grabbed her upper arm.

She couldn't help but feel nervous. He was taller than her, definitely stronger, and he appeared to be very angry. His brown eyes flared with hatred, and Ginny just stared at him oddly, not bothering to escape his grasp. Surely he wouldn't try anything out in the open, right?

"You're a huge thorn in my side, Virginia." Ginny took a short breath at his words; no one ever called her that, except…

"Get off of me." She hissed, now tugging her arm away, her eyes wide with fear. Aaron smiled wickedly, and he swung her in front of him, approaching her with large steps and making Ginny back into a cove of a closed classroom.

"Do you know how much embarrassment you've caused me?" He shook her, causing Ginny to wince as his grip tightened. "Can't go a bloody day without one of my housemates mentioning it, and all because you couldn't jump off your high horse and date me."

Ginny had to use every ounce of patience in her body to keep herself from killing this git. She was terrified beyond belief, but she wasn't going to let him get away with anything stupid.

"I wouldn't get off a jackass to date you." She spat, slamming her heel on his foot. Aaron howled in pain, and as Ginny spun to get away, he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back towards him.

"Oh no you don't, you're going to get what you deserve." One of his arms was now wrapped tightly around her waist, and he lifted her up slightly off the ground, though her legs were flailing. His other hand clamped itself on her mouth, and she tried to bite his long fingers, but it was a futile attempt. She screamed a scream into his hand as he headed towards what looked like an empty classroom, and was shocked to hear, "FURNUNCULUS!" ringing from two voices in the hallway.

Ginny was dropped rather quickly on her bottom. Turning around quickly, she gasped at the site that lied before her. Every visible piece of skin on Aaron was completely covered with boils, bubbling and oozing in all their hideous glory (and probably everything that wasn't, but Ginny couldn't see that, of course). He stood, staring with eyes as wide as Quaffles at his hands, shaking terribly.

The Ravenclaw looked as if he wanted to scream, but Ginny figured that it would hurt too much. It was then that she looked past him to see who had shot the curse. A wide grin slid on her face as she saw the doubled over figures of Fred and George Weasley.

They wore sweatpants and their Weasley jumpers, their brooms lying carelessly on the ground. She vaguely remembered that they had taken to practicing early on Saturday mornings.

"Gin!" choked Fred, putting a hand to his heart and stumbling over to her. He fell on the ground next to her, still laughing, but putting an arm around her shoulders. "Are you alright?"

Ginny nodded, still a bit shaken from the experience, the fall, and the grossness of Aaron's current situation. She heard a groan of agony escape the Ravenclaw's throat, and he began to pass them, towards the Hospital Wing. George regained his composure and raced in front of Aaron, stopping the literally 'boiling' boy.

"Oh no you don't, you're going to get what you deserve." The proud twin said with a smug smile. Ginny gasped slightly, they must've heard the conversation she and the Ravenclaw had.

Aaron seemed to be bewildered past shock and he simply grunted a response. George shook his head knowingly,

"You're in Ravenclaw, go find one of your smart housemates and get them to perform the counter-curse." He poked Aaron in the chest a few times, "Oh, and if you tell who did this, expect some major repercussions."

"I wouldn't sit on a toilet anytime soon." Fred added, shaking his wand in a way that reminded Ginny of their mother. Aaron's face contorted from horrified to absolutely and utterly horrified. With a sad 'huff' he stalked off in what must have been the direction of the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Fred helped Ginny stand, brushing off some dust off of his own clothes. She felt tears swell up in her eyes, and she threw her arms around her brother, hugging him tightly. Fred seemed a bit confused, but he hugged her back. George, seeing an opportunity to be funny, joined in on the hug, wrapping his arms around both Fred and Ginny and lifting them up.

"Aw, I feel all warm and gooey." George said, putting down his siblings and wiping away a fake tear. Ginny wiped away some loose tears and coughed a laugh,

"Not as gooey as Aaron." The twins grinned at their sister's joke, and with a flick of their wands, they sent their brooms flying towards them.

"So that's the moron that's been bothering you?" Fred asked as he checked for anything wrong with his broom. Ginny nodded, rubbing the arm Aaron had grabbed.

"Yeah, I usually just ignore him, he was rather determined today." She explained, noticing the flare in the twin's eyes. George turned and glared in the direction in which Aaron disappeared, and grunted something that sounded like 'he'd be a good test dummy...'

"Well, it's a good thing we came down here, who knows what…" Fred stopped as he realized what actually might've happened. He turned to Ginny, staring at her with curious eyes. "You sure you're okay? We'll take you down to the Hospital Wing if you like…"

The Hospital Wing was only twenty meters away, but Ginny nodded anyway. It was nice to have such caring brothers, even though most of the time they were insufferable gits.

"I'd like that, but…I'm going to visit Harry alone, if that's okay." She felt a blush rise on her cheeks as Fred and George raised their eyebrows in interest, but with a glare from Ginny, they kept their mouths shut (which she found quite amazing).

The three walked to the Hospital Wing, George and Fred deep in conversation,

"So when you said 'not to sit on any toilets anytime soon,' what did you mean?"

"Absolutely no idea, I thought it would scare him though."

"Good show, brother!"

"It's all in the wrist."

Ginny giggled at this, as they stopped in front of the doors to the Hospital Wing. Fred sent her a look asking what was so funny, so she rolled her eyes and explained,

"The wrist thing…when you shook your wand at Aaron, you reminded me of Mum."

Both of the twins grabbed at their hearts and gasped as if they had been insulted in the most ridiculous of ways. But then, an identical smile cracked on their identical faces, and they chuckled,

"Well, after all the scolding, you pick up a few things." Fred said with a grin.

"Yes, her patented head nod is a definite must," George turned to his twin with an expectant look. "Did you do the head nod?"

Fred looked towards the ceiling, thinking intensely about the question. George stared on with his mouth hanging open.

"Er." Fred said simply, his ears growing red. "Nope, sorry dear Georgie, I didn't."

George smacked his forehead and then his twin's.

"After all that effort our dear mother has put into trying to get us to behave! All the screaming and the stomping and the threats!" He shook his head in dismay, "I'm rather disappointed in you, Freddy."

"I'm rather disappointed in myself too." Fred answered solemnly. Ginny stared at the twins as if they had three heads. They were just so weird sometimes.

"Well…" the youngest Weasley said, pushing the door of the Hospital Wing open. "Thanks guys, I owe you one."

George waved a dismissive hand at her,

"Oh, pish posh!" He exclaimed in a very high-pitched voice. "You're our ickle sister, it's our duty to make sure that the scum of the Earth don't treat you like one of their own."

"You should be hailed as a princess!" Fred added, throwing his arms up and letting his broom fly (he realized what he had done and dived after it before it hit the ground). "Oomph. A princess that should not be afraid to ask her overbearing brothers for help." He groaned, rubbing his chin because it had bounced off the hard floor.

Ginny nodded slightly, hoping that the twins would leave already because she was getting antsy at the thought of Harry being right on the other side of the door. George helped Fred up, and with sweeping bows, they bid their little sister farewell, bouncing down the hallway in no sort of pattern. She heard their voices, and they sounded like they were singing…she shuddered, hoping that their little song wasn't about her.

With a deep breath, the redhead pushed the doors of the Hospital Wing open, and peered in to see if Madame Pomfrey was ready to shoo her off. Fortunately, she spotted the nurse at the far end of the Wing sleeping soundly in a chair. It was an odd sight; Ginny had never seen the nurse so calm and relaxed.

She noticed that there were about four closed off areas, and the redhead bit her lip. What if she didn't find Harry on the first try? That would be embarrassing! If the person behind the curtains wasn't someone friendly, or in a situation that they didn't want other people to see…Ginny grimaced at the thought of it.

The redhead had a feeling though. There was a tugging inside of her (maybe at her heart?) that made her approached the closest closed off bed on the right. The white curtains weren't as close together as she had thought, so it was easy for her to peek in and see who was lying on the bed behind them. Ginny held back a sigh of relief as she watched Harry sleep quietly.

Should she wake him? She thought for a second, but then decided against it. Ron said he had had troubles breathing…maybe he needed all the sleep he could get. So, she entered the closed off area and took a seat in a chair by Harry's bedside, hoping he would wake up on his own accord very soon.

Her mouth twitched with excitement as she watched Harry, his chest rising in a slow rhythm. She wanted to burn this memory into her mind: her Harry, looking as if he had absolutely no worries. It was something rarely seen.

As usual, his hair was tousled about his head in no particular pattern and without his glasses his black locks made him seem much younger than fifteen. She often had to remind herself that he was less than a year older than her; because the aura Harry always had surrounding him was one of a man far past his true age.

She wondered how he was able to be so incredibly unique and secretive while at the same time he could be just like any other teenage boy who let some of his emotions slip in front of his friends. Ginny knew by memory the exact expression Harry had when Ron told a joke and he was trying to hide his amusement from Hermione. She also knew the snarl he sent Draco Malfoy every day (because she had mimicked the exact scowl numerous times). She knew Harry, he would probably faint if he found out all the things she knew about him.

Ginny blushed as useless information about Harry began to flood her mind. She knew that his favorite color was blue, even if her mother insisted that he wear green all the time 'to bring out his eyes.' Harry looked very good in blue, actually (Ginny's blush deepened because she realized that she was a little bias; she thought Harry looked good in anything). He had a particular blue sweater that made her fingers jitter in excitement at just the sight of it.

His collection of Wizard Cards had grown rapidly since his first year (his first card had been Dumbledore); he now owned fifty-two different cards, though she wasn't sure the total counting the extras. Ginny also knew that he had an Invisibility Cloak, because there could be no other possible explanation for the trio's unscathed escapades through the dark halls of Hogwarts.

The redhead pulled her hair into a low ponytail, keeping her eyes on Harry as she did so. She thought about all the new and interesting things she would find out about him, hoping that he would be more willing to discuss his emotions. Ginny knew that it had been hard for him to divulge into such an intense conversation, the fact that he had been so open had literally taken a lot out of him. She shivered; what if his breathing problems were related to the shock of the night? Harry was sensitive, even if he didn't like to admit it.

Ginny caught her breath as Harry stirred, and she feared that her presence was the reason behind his awakening. She watched as he arched his back slightly, and he blew a large puff of air through his nose. He yawned, eyes still shut, and wiped at his nose with his right hand, and then at his eyes. The redhead clenched the trim of her cloak in her hands as Harry's green eyes fluttered open.

He stared up at the ceiling, and Ginny could tell that he wasn't exactly sure where he was. His emeralds squinted, and then he let out a huff of exhaustion. She wondered if she should grab his attention, of if she should wait for him to see her; he would, eventually.

Biting her tongue, the redhead sat completely frozen, watching Harry with wide eyes. His eyes fluttered closed again, and Ginny feared that he was going back to sleep, but then he reached out with his left arm for his glasses on the nightstand. She watched as his fingers danced across the wooden top of the stand, and she rolled her eyes at his bitten nails. His glasses were on the very edge of the table, and he wouldn't be able to reach them without rolling over on his side. As predicted, Harry sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes again.

Ginny felt like she should run out of the curtains and then stroll in nonchalantly a few minutes later. But…it was too late. Harry's eyes fluttered open and he stared at her groggily. She held her breath, very anxious to see and hear his reaction to her presence.

Harry blinked a few times before Ginny was sure that his eyes had actually focused (however focused they could be without his glasses). His eyebrows furrowed with confusion, but they soon parted and a delighted smile slid on his face.

"Ginny." He said simply, his shoulders slumping in relaxation. Her face flushed at the sound of her name coming out of his mouth, and she stood up, quickly crossing to the bed. She smiled brightly, her hands grabbing his hands that were on his legs (Harry had twisted himself into a sitting position that had his legs crossed).

"Oh, Harry." She said softly, squeezing his hands. "Are you alright? How did you sleep? What happened exactly? Did it hurt? Who helped you?" All her questions rushed out of her at an amazing speed, and by the perplexed look on Harry's face, she knew that he hadn't actually caught any of them. "I'm just nervous." She explained, blushing. Harry laughed softly, knocking their connected hands together.

"I'm fine, Ginny," he felt that familiar fluttering of her stomach as he said her name. "I'd be even better if I could see you clearly. Right now there are two of you."

A look of realization spread across Ginny's face, and she let go of their hands to rush and find his glasses. Carefully picking them up, she brought them back to him, and slowly placed them on his face. Harry blinked his eyes a few times and stared at her intently as he grew used to his vision again.

"Much better." He smiled and the redhead felt her ears burn. Damn that Weasley trait. Harry placed his hands on her shoulders (as he sat on the bed they were the same height), and tilted his head in a questioning manner. "Now, Miss. Weasley, what, may I ask, are you doing here?"

A bit shocked by his question (why wouldn't she be here?), Ginny released some very confused noises, stuttering her answer,

"Wha-why Harry! How could I not come to--to see you?"

He grinned brightly and Ginny immediately realized that he was joking around with her. She slapped his shoulder softly, laughing at her silliness. Harry rolled his eyes and patted the bed next to him, indicating that he wanted her to sit with him. She did, and blushed slightly at their close vicinity.

"I'm surprised Ron and Hermione aren't hovering over me already, do they even know you came?" He asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. Ginny smiled at the endearing little motion she was so used to and shrugged her shoulders at his question,

"Yeah, Ron told me you were here, I figured they're letting us have some time to ourselves…" The redhead wanted to smack herself for making herself so obvious. Argh. She just wanted to be the one Harry woke up to, she had never been in the Hospital Wing when he first did, that was usually Ron and Hermione's job, and now, in her heart, Ginny knew that it was hers as well.

Harry blushed and bit his tongue. He turned slightly towards her, putting one leg under his body and took a deep breath.

"Gin, we have to talk."

Ginny wanted to stop breathing. She felt her eyes water and something squeezed her heart so tightly that she was sure it was going to burst and she was going to throw up all sorts of disgusting things on the Hospital Wing's floor. Well, at least this was the right place to get so sick.

"About what?" She croaked. Harry began to look uncomfortable, and he took both of her hands in his.

"About us…Gin…I don't think we…" He looked down at their connected hands.

Ginny bit her lip and sniffled slightly, no he couldn't do this! How could he? It's barely been a day! Oh God, am I that horrible? She thought. She shouldn't have come down so quickly, he probably thinks now that she's obsessive and scary.

"Should be public about our relationship."

Ginny's head shot up and she stared at Harry as if he had three heads. His face was extremely red, and his expression looked as if he was ready for her to smack him across the face. Her mouth slacked open to say something, but Harry continued,

"I started thinking about us last night, and, Ginny, honestly, it makes me so happy to know how much you care about me." He smiled goofily at her. "See? This stupid smile slides on my face each time I think about it.

"It's just that…we're in the midst of a war. No ones safe, especially those close to me…" His voice drifted off and Ginny watched as his eyes fixated on their hands. She knew he must've been thinking about all the people that were gone because of Voldemort, and she knew that he blamed himself for each and every death.

"There's no way I'm letting them hurt you…your family is already a target, can you imagine the price on your head if they found out you were Harry Potter's girlfriend? I care about you too much to out your life in any more danger. I have no idea what I would do if you…"

The redhead released a few tears and flung her arms around Harry's neck. His arms immediately circled around her waist and he pulled her close to him, burying his head in her shoulder. Ginny wanted to kiss him forever for being so thoughtful, so considerate, so caring, so…Harry.

"I'm sorry." She heard him mumble. Ginny pulled away slightly, staring curiously into his emerald eyes. A smile slid on her lips as she thought of how she could just gaze into his eyes forever. She noticed that he had flicks of yellow in them, something she hadn't noticed before.

"Sorry? Harry, as long as you continue acting the same way with me like you have these past couple of months, I will be the happiest girl on the planet." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Ginny was going to get in as much kissing as she could before they had to hide their relationship. "I don't want to be something else to put on your shoulders. I'm perfectly content with being the shoulder you cry on."

Now Harry stared at her as if she had three heads. A smile twitched at his lips and he just shook his head slightly,

"You're so wonderful." He whispered, causing Ginny to blush. "I thought you were going to hate me…I mean, don't girls want a boyfriend who could hold hands with them down the hallway and…you know, kiss and stuff?" His face was extremely red, something Ginny found extremely cute.

"We don't need that, Harry." Ginny said sweetly, then she smiled wickedly. "Just promise to sneak some kisses in here and there and not date anyone else while we're…er…us. You could still walk me to class, you do that anyway."

"So…we act normal?" He asked carefully, though his blush had deepened.

Ginny nodded, but then put a single finger to her lips as if she had remembered something. She darted her eyes back towards him and grinned widely,

"Well…anonymous notes are always romantic, the girls in my dorm will shriek when I receive a love letter from some tall, dark, and handsome knight."

"I'm not tall." He said with a smile. They giggled slightly, and Ginny scooted closer to him; now their thighs were touching.

"That's okay." She leaned forward and kissed his ear. "You have dark hair." Her lips trailed down to his cheek and she placed a soft kiss there. "And you're incredibly handsome."

"Am not." He said in somewhat of a strained voice. Ginny giggled again and with two fingers she pushed his face towards her. She tried to stare at him with her most seductive eyes, and by the look in Harry's eyes, she was succeeding.

"You are." And she kissed him on the lips fiercely. Her hands reached around his head and pulled him closer, and feeling brave, Ginny stuck her tongue out slightly, tapping Harry's lips with it. She felt his arms tighten around her, and his mouth opened a little, sending chills down Ginny's spine.

The redhead wasn't exactly sure what to do now, but since she was the one to initiate such a kiss, her tongue crept along his lips in a very teasing manner. Quite suddenly, it had made its way into Harry's mouth (how did that happen? She thought in a very innocent manner), and introduced itself to Harry's.

Harry had just gained enough Gryffindor courage to copy her motions when the two heard the doors of the Hospital Wing open and two very familiar bickering voices came in,

"Honestly Ron! Would you want Harry and Ginny interrupting some of our private time?" Hermione said in a voice that showed she knew what was occurring behind the curtains. She was obviously trying to warn Harry and Ginny, who wisely separated (Ginny into the chair she was previously situated in and Harry under the covers, propped up against the headboard).

"Shh!" Ron hissed. "Don't talk about them like that. My sister is back there!"

"Oh shut up Ron!" Ginny called from behind the curtains. Her voice echoed off the almost silent room's walls. Ron's huff and the tapping of Hermione's shoe were the only sounds heard.

Harry grinned at her, and Ginny, feeling brave once again, jumped out of the chair and was kissing him in mere seconds. They went a little bit further than they had before in much less time, and before Harry could deepened the kiss anymore, Ginny broke it and was back in her seat the second Ron and Hermione entered the curtains.

Ron eyed his sister with an interrogating glare, and then he sent the same look towards Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes behind him, smiling at Ginny.

But Ginny and Harry didn't notice the expressions of their friends. Their eyes were locked on each other's with such intensity that you could almost see their line of vision. They knew, that even if they couldn't express their feelings as openly as Ron and Hermione could, that they were still there, and that was good enough for both of them.

"Ginny?" Ron's voice sounded as if he was far away. "Why were Fred and George singing about a redheaded princess and her bubbling, boiling foe?"

::scrunches cheeks:: Oy, I love my story, I've never done that before, lol. I seriously can't wait till I write certain parts, but…I'm trying to be good and not rush it. I think taking my time is making it better, cause usually I just whip stuff out. Okay, to the writing board! XD Review, it makes my motor run, hehe.

Until then…

~~S.C. Hardy

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