Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JKRowling does.
He Likes Ginny, Right?
On a calm summer's night, Private Drive maintained its usual air of ostentatious perfection. Gentle winds blew through perfectly groomed trees, caused flawlessly manicured gardens to shiver, and softly whistled against the crystal clear windowpanes. Only one soul had been stirred by the wind's gentle sounds, and that soul stared out into Private Drive observing its disturbing precision.
Emerald eyes cast downwards, as his thoughts shamed him. I can't believe myself. I like Ginny, right?
Just moments before, he had been dreaming peacefully, until it turned odd.
"Ron!" Harry sped towards the ground to greet his best friend, "We won!" Madame Hooch handed the giant house cup to Harry and Ron as their other team mates surrounded them. The boys hoisted the great cup into the air, and let out whoops of excitement.
"Harry, we've done it!" Ron was smiling from ear to ear, as they presented the cup to McGonagall who had long since lost her air of reserve.
On the other side of the pitch, the Slytherins were sulking as Snape glared at them.
"Hit the showers children!" McGonagall shouted, dismissing the team gleefully.
The team filtered through the locker room, and changed quickly, as there would most definitely be a celebration when they got to the common room.
Finally, it was only Harry and Ron left in the locker room, reenacting the game, play by play.
"And then WOOSH!" Ron shouted, and hopped to the left, "I caught that little bugger, just barely missing a bludger."
"Then Katie gets it over to the goal post, just as I touch the golden snitch, and send Malfoy spiraling into a spitting fit of madness!" Harry cupped his hands around his mouth, "GRYFFINDOR WINS!"
Suddenly, Ron began to look at Harry oddly, with a little glimmer in his eye. "Harry…"
"Yeah?" Harry asked, still elated by the outcome of the match. Before Harry knew it, he was pushed up against the lockers, with Ron furiously attacking his mouth. Harry tried to pull him of, but Ron showed his strength, keeping the smaller boy in place. It wasn't too long before Harry found himself quite enjoying the situation, and kissing back. Ron let up in order to take a breath. "What (pant) was tha- (pant)- at?" Harry questioned.
"That was a snog." Ron said bluntly, pressing against Harry's body with his own. "And you liked it."
At that point a particularly harsh gust of wind blew by, throwing his window open, and waking Harry from his thoroughly confusing dream. The worst part of it was that, as Ron had said, Harry did like it… and had a rather large… problem… because of it.
"But I like Ginny." Harry whispered.
A/N: Reviews please. Flames will be used to warm my dragon egg.