A/N:
Ok, so this is my first fanfiction that I'm actually going to post, so, constructive criticism is welcome. I'm going to try to publish every couple of days, but don't hold me to that. This FF is probably going to be about 100,000 words long, depending on whether or not I get carried away, or want a sequel (unlikely).
We all know (well I do, you can't be sure, you're just going to have to take my word for it) that I'm not J.K. Rowling, and therefore do not own Harry Potter, his universe, or the title of the author of the Harry Potter series, and do not intend to rip anybody off. I do, however, own anything you haven't read before, and a black, very fat, cat.
Harry leaned against the wall outside charms class. Snape had kicked Harry out of his potions class after Ron had thrown an ingredient into his cauldron, which exploded all over professor Snape, and turned him bright pink with yellow polka dots. Ron and Hermione still hated his guts, along with the rest of the school. Harry only knew four people who didn't hate him, in which being Sirius, Fred and George, and the youngest Weasley, Ginny.
After Harry had been chosen from the Goblet of Fire, the whole school had turned on him, thinking he was taking Cedric Diggory's fame. Of course Ginny believed Harry, and Fred and George just thought it was hilarious. Sirius, being Harry's godfather, took Harry's word at face, and believed him straight of the bat. Of course news of Harry's participation didn't skim past the reporters, and 'The Daily Prophet' pictured him as an at tension seeking brat, and most of the wizarding world believed it.
Of course Harry didn't really help himself, during the first task, Harry had used his parseltongue ability to speak to the dragon and had convinced the dragon to give Harry the golden egg. Very soon the whole wizarding world thought he was the next Voldemort.
But throughout it all, Ginny and he had become close friends and spent almost all their time together. They studied in the library for the tasks together, Ginny helping Harry to train, and in return Harry helped her with her homework, after all, Harry had completed the third year course the year before.
Harry was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't even notice when the third years had been let out of class. The very redhead he was thinking of came over to him, and noticed the glassy look over his eyes. 'Perfect, a chance to tease'
"So. Did you just happen to be leaning against the wall opposite my class, or were you waiting for lil' ol' me?" Ginny asked, in a sickly sweet tone.
Harry, startled by her, lost his footing and fell to the floor. Ginny almost joined him, she was laughing so hard.
"Oi, help me up, would ya tease." He asked, grinning up at her.
"Sure, ya git." She replied, extending her hand to him, after she had stopped laughing, and pulled him up.
"So, how come you were out of class so early... Oh no. You just had Snape, didn't you?" She asked, sympathetically.
"Between Snape, my cauldron, and your charming brother, I got kicked out of potions. Well, at least I don't have to pug up with Snape's bloody insults anymore." He replied, staring out of a window, sad at the loss of his friend.
She reached out to put her hand on his arm. "I know you miss Ron, but he can be a bloody git sometimes. He'll come around, I'm sure." She spoke softly. "On a lighter note, have you got a date for the Yule Ball yet? Cuz god knows no one will ask me." It was the second of December, and the Yule ball had been announced the night before.
Harry grinned. "Well I guess that depends," at this Ginny raised an inquisitive eyebrow, "on whether or not you say yes." He finished with a cheeky grin.
Ginny beamed at him, but suddenly frowned and a tear leaked from her eye. She turned away from him.
Harry walked over to her, and put his arms around her waist, and leaned in to her face to ask what was wrong.
She sniffled "I- I don't have any dress robes. Mum said cuz I'm only a third year that she didn't think I would need them, and she c-couldn't afford them. I can't afford anything nice." She sniffled again.
Harry pulled her into his tighter, and whispered into her ear, "Gin, honestly, I don't mind what you wear. You would look beautiful to me in anything, but I'll tell you what. Next weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend, so we'll go down to to that robe shop in town and I'll buy you a dress-" Ginny shook her head at that- she hated charity. Harry, knowing what she was thinking, "Gin it's not charity, think of it as the previous two years Christmas and birthday presents, and as a thank you for sticking with me through this during the year so far..." He wrapped his arms around her, and leaned in to kiss her cheek, right as she turned her head to look at him.
Even though it was accidental, both found they just didn't want to break the kiss. Ginny leaned further into Harry and he wrapped his hands around her waist tighter. Both bodies felt like they were on fire, desire coursing through their veins. They tingled from their lips to their toes. Her hands crept up his back, and into his unruly hair, and deepened the kiss. Luck was on their side, and there was an alcove near them. Not breaking the kiss, they stumbled over into the alcove, and Harry pushed Ginny to the wall and pressed his body along hers. Had her mouth not been otherwise engaged, she would have sighed in pleasure. Eventually Harry started to move his mouth down, and started to kiss her jaw, and moved on to nibble on her earlobe. This time Ginny did sigh in pleasure, and could defiantly feel that Harry was enjoying himself. Neither noticed they were glowing an ethereal blue.
Eventually Harry pulled away, to rest his fore head to hers. Ginny pouted, unseen to him.
"Merlin, Harry. If you do that every time I accept your presents, I'm going to have a hard time rejecting them." She whispered into his ear, and gave him a brief kiss on the lips, before returning her head to his.
"Uh huh. If that's my payment for every dress, all the other people hoping to buy new robes are going to be slightly disappointed. Thank you Ginny." He spoke to her softly, sincerity laced in his words.
"Thanks for what Harry? I'm the one who should be thanking you... That was amazing..." She trailed off, remembering the feel of his mouth on hers.
"For making me happy, even when it's in dire times" he pulled her closer to him, resting his cheek on her head of fiery hair.
"Harry, if you keep making me feel like this, and kiss me like that, I'll make you happy for a long time..." Harry snickered. "What?"
"Well I was just thinking. For me to keep kissing you like that, I think a title change is in order. How do you feel about become The-Boy-Who-Lived's first girlfriend?"
Ginny seemed to think be thinking it over for about ten seconds, before shaking her head "Nah, I don't think so. " She saw Harry's look and sped up "I just kissed that Harry Potter, and I'm hoping he was gonna ask." She grinned at him. He kissed her over and over, repeating words like 'Beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous, sexy' each time he did so. She loved it.
When they eventually reached the common room, they were all but attacked by an owl bearing a letter for Harry.
Harry grinned "Looks like we missed dinner, what a shame." He finished with a dramatic voice and a hand to his head. Ginny giggled.
"Who's it from?" Ginny asked, eyes on his letter.
Harry flipped the letter over and saw a Gringotts seal. "Gringotts. I wonder what they want. Let's head up to my dorm, and open it up there."
They walked up to Harry's dorm to see it was empty, and walked over to sit on Harry's bed. Harry drew the curtains around his bed.
Ginny lay back on his bed and propped herself up on one elbow to face him. She smirked at him.
"So Mr. Potter, is that a real Gringotts letter, or was it some clever ploy to get me into bed with you?" She giggled at his shocked face.
"I guess you could say it was a little bit of both." He shot back, ripping the letter open. As he read down the letter, his face paled so much, Ginny thought he was going to pass out.
"Harry, it can't be that bad, can it?" She whispered.
"Depends on your point of view. I think your mother is going to kill me, personally... Well, what's left of me, after your brothers are finished with me..." He trailed off, and handed the letter to her. Ginny was scared to read what it said.
'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter' Ginny's heart almost stopped when she read that.
'First I would like to say I am privileged to be the first person to write that in many, many years.
We, at Gringotts are first to know whenever a magical marriage, betrothal, birth or death is to take place. This is common knowledge. What, however, many people do not know, we can register soul-bonds, as they induce under-age marriage bonds.
As you have probably deduced by now, you! Harry James Potter, have a soul bond, to none other than Ginevra Molly Potter nee Weasley. May I also be the first to say well done on this, as it takes a deep amount of love to form a soul bond. They are incredibly rare, only three other cases are known to have been formed in the existence of Gringotts.
Due to this bond and marriage, both parties in this are legally emancipated, meaning you both come 'of age'. This means you are now adults of the wizarding world, and can claim your full inheritance at Gringotts, can legally apparate and can use magic outside of school.
We respectively await your arrival at Gringotts, to claim vaults from your inheritance. It would be best to claim it before any relatives can claim them. This letter is a portkey, which will take you to Gringotts main hall. When there, please ask for Griphook to explain the inheritance test, and for both of you to take it. Then claim any vaults you are able to. Just say 'activate' to take you here, and 'return' will take you back to where you left. The portkey will not alarm the sensors of Hogwarts.
May gold ever line your pockets,
Master Gringott.'
Ginny looked up from the letter to look at Harry's bowed head. She sighed. "Harry, Harry. Look at me, please." Harry looked up, into her eyes. "Forget about everyone else, all the repercussions, how do you feel about this? I know we've only been going out for like a few hours, but how do you feel about this, about me?"
Harry sighed "Honestly? I- I'm not sure, but I think I love you." He whispered, scared of what she would say about it.
Ginny beamed at him, which made him smile too. "What about you Gin? Your family isn't going to like this..."
"I've loved Harry Potter ever since I could remember, and I've had a crush on you since I met you, and I've loved you ever since I woke up in the chamber. And quite frankly, if they don't like it, I'll leave. Now that we are of age I don't have to do what they say. Either they accept it, or I'll come live with you?" Harry leaned in and kissed her.
"Forever and always, Mrs. Potter." He whispered into her ear, and proceeded to snog her senseless. When he broke away, Ginny flashed him a brilliant smile, her eyes watery. He kissed her tears away.
"Are you ready to go, Gin? We could sneak away and I don't think anyone would notice..." He picked up the letter.
"Yeah, let's go." She picked up the letter, and whispered 'activate'.
