A/N: Hey, it's my first story posted other than Keeping Up the Pace! I wrote this for a writing circle thing that my amazing friend Jess started, and although I haven't submitted it to writing circle, I thought I'd post it! Please R&R and enjoy!

Disclaimers: None of the characters are mine, they're the invention of the amazing J.K. Rowling, and the plot line was inspired by when my friend Henry said, "Well, I don't want to be shoved against a wall and molested, but a little affection wouldn't hurt."

An Entirely Different Matter

"They're disgusting, aren't they?"

Ginny cast a disgusted look across the room, where Ron had Lavender pinned against a wall, snogging her passionately. Harry laughed.

"Yeah, maybe we should throw something at them, make them realize they're still in the common room."

"It won't work," Ginny said with a grin. "I've done it before. They don't notice,"

Harry laughed again, a remarkable feat given the fact that he was standing so close to the object of his affections. The object of his affections, who happened to be dating his roommate, Dean Thomas. Ginny grinned.

"She really has no pride," Ginny remarked, still watching them from across the room.

"Hmm?" Harry said, confused, for he had not been watching Ron and Lavender for quite some time, instead, he had been watching Ginny. She looked at him, shaking him out of his trance.

"Lavender. She has no pride. Snogging someone here. Although, the common room isn't bad, but they do it all over the place. And my brother, no less. I thought she'd have taste."

"Your brother's not so bad."

"Please, you were there when he walked in on Dean and I." Ginny said in a nonchalant way.

The scaled thing that had been sitting calmly inside him started scratching at his stomach and gnawing at his larynx. Harry coughed a few times to suppress the damned thing.

"Yeah," Harry growled. He growled. Great, now the damn thing was talking.

"But he doesn't treat me like that," Ginny continued.

Wait, had he missed something? What was she talking about?

"Wha… What?"

"Dean, he doesn't treat me like that," She gestured at the still entwined figures of Lavender and Ron, "I have pride. And he's respectful. I mean, obviously we snog. A little affection is okay. But I don't want to be shoved against a wall and molested," she said with a little laugh. Harry squirmed slightly next to her. She looked at him, leaning her head slightly to one side, the light catching in her ginger hair.

"I don't know, I want a guy to surprise me. To be really sweet but also, kind of aggressive," she leaned in closer to him, "To let me lead sometimes, but not wait for me to start it. To want me enough to snog me in the hall," she leaned in more, "but respect me enough to not."

Harry knew he shouldn't, knew people would find out, knew Dean would find out, knew she might push him away, but that scaled thing was demanding he asked.

"What about the common room?" Harry asked, his voice wavering.

"Well, common rooms are an entirely different matter."

Harry closed the space between them, his lips on Ginny's after hearing the answer he wanted to hear. She grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him closer to her. He tangled his hands in her long red hair. Eventually he pulled away.

"Surprised enough?" He grinned.

"Definitely."