Harry found himself thinking about a certain Weasley child's brilliant red locks way too often.

No, he wasn't thinking of Ronald's red hair, but rather the youngest Weasley's locks. He wondered how it would feel to run his fingers through it as they kissed. Would her eyes flutter shut as he kissed her lips? Would she stare at him with her beautiful brown eyes in surprise?

Bloody hell, Harry was going mental. There was no confirmation that Ginny Weasley still fancied him, but Harry was desperate for her.

Thinking of his fifth year, Harry rolled his eyes. What was he thinking fancying Cho? Sure she was pretty, but Ginny was radiant.

The monster in his chest growled just at the thought of Ginny's beautiful face. Harry had never sensed the monster when he spoke to Cho, but merely thinking of the youngest Weasley had the monster ready to break free.

Lost in thought, Harry didn't notice it when the girl occupying his thoughts entered Gryffindor common room. Her hair was pulled up and she was in some muddy Muggle clothes.

"What happened to you?" he asked, his hands itching to pull her hair down.

"Practicing some quidditch. I'm sorry, Harry. About taking you your spot, I mean."

Harry shrugged it off. He actually thought it was cute that she had replaced him, as odd as that sounded. You'd think he'd be upset, but Harry could never be upset with Ginny.

Before Harry realized what he was doing, he was grabbing Ginny's hand and pulling her onto the sofa with him. The mud on her clothes was dry, thankfully. Ginny looked a little shocked, but didn't say anything. They sat in silence for a moment, then hesitantly Harry pulled the elastic band out of Ginny's hair. It fell past her shoulders, as if it were fiery red lava. Mesmerized, Harry ran his fingers through it. Ginny slowly leaned forward and Harry claimed her lips as his. Her eyes fluttered closed, the beast in Harry's chest roaring with pride. Their lips moved in sync and Harry had never felt happier.

Harry loved those red locks.