Passion
By: Emma
Summary: Ginny has an intimate relationship with *somebody* in her sixth year.
Ginny rolled her eyes as she stalked up the stairs to her bedroom. If Ron and Hermione were going to grope each other, why couldn't they do it in private? Not in the Girl's Dorm, of course, because they were out of bounds...but *anywhere* else, other than the Gryffindor Common Room? It was sickening! He was her *brother* for Gods' sakes!
"Ginny?" called out a voice behind her, and she sighed, then turned around and plastered a phoney, perky smile on her face.
"What is it, Harry?"
"Um," said her seventh year ex boyfriend, turning red, "Could you come down here for a second?"
"Sure," she replied, hoping her face wouldn't crack. She stopped on the bottom stair, "What is it?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go for a Butterbeer with me on Saturday. Tomorrow, I mean."
"Like, a date?" she raised her eyebrows slightly as he nodded.
She wrung her hands, "Harry, I'm sorry...I' m sort of with somebody else now."
"What?" he looked shocked, "Who?"
She inwardly cringed. Why did he have to ask so many questions? It was bad for him!
"He doesn't go here. I - I met him a long time ago. On summer break. A few years back...we've been sending letters back and forth lately."
Well, its wasn't a complete lie.
"Oh," was all Harry said.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said honestly, and he nodded dully as he climbed up his staircase.
She turned and jogged up to her room, and rushed over to her desk. She picked up a bound notebook and opened it.
"All clear. You around?"
The ink disappeared and in its place, spikey letters wrote "Of course. Where else would I be?"
"Come out then." she bit her lip to hold back an impish smile as she wrote. Then, she lay on her bed, the book beside her.
Suddenly [but not to Ginny, as this happened at least once a day for her] the book began to glow a deep green. Then it morphed slowly into feet - legs - a torso - arms - shoulders - neck -
And finally, Ginny found herself looking straight at a handsome dark haired boy.
"Miss me?" he raised a Draco Malfoyish eyebrow and she answered that questions with a kiss.
"So," she said after a moment, "What were you up to?"
"Just thinking about my future." he smirked, and Ginny looked away.
"Tom, you know how I feel about-"
"You asked, Ginny." he pointed out, "and you don't have to be uncomfortable with me. I'm not that murderous yet."
"You tried to kill Harry."
"Yeah. So? I don't like him. What's your point? If I'd killed him, you wouldn't have had to date him and realize how bad at snogging he was."
"Shut up." she grinned a little, and he nodded, gazing at her lips, "I must agree." he breathed, brushing his lips against her neck, "That we do far too much talking..."
"Hmm..." she fluttered her eyelashes dangerously, "What would you suggest?"
She squealed as he flicked her earlobe with his tongue.
"Oh, I see..."