Disclaimer: Harry, Ginny and all other HP characters are the property of the wonderful J. K. Rowling.
Harry meandered his way towards the Gryffindor common room. It had been a good Quidditch practice. The chasers had performed perfectly, the Beaters had been right on target, and Ron was becoming a superb Keeper. And I didn't do too badly myself, he added. That last Wronski was nearly perfect.
Harry took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. Thud! He spun around, fumbling to put his glasses back on his face and grab for his wand, but before he could, Harry was pulled into the broom cupboard along the adjacent wall.
Hands reached up to cup his face before a pair of warm lips met his. Startled and near blind in the total darkness, Harry stumbled backwards into a pile of boxes. Sitting on the jumble of cleaning supplies, he finally replaced his glasses on his nose. He made out a vaguely feminine figure as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. "Er, hello?" he managed.
"I--I'm sorry. I guess you weren't who I thought you were."
Harry suddenly recognized the voice and was promptly shocked. "Ginny!"
"Harry?"
"And just exactly who were expecting?"
"Actually, I was waiting for you, but--what happened to your glasses?"
"They're right here. I was cleaning them when you grabbed me. And speaking of that, why did you drag me into a closet, of all places?"
Ginny hesitated. "It seemed appropriate."
Harry sighed. He hated it when she was like this. "Ginny, I've told you before: the only people who snog in broom cupboards are fictional."
Ginny muttered, "That's what you think."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
"Anyways, you really ought to stop nicking Lavender's romance novels."
Deciding to forgo subtlety, Ginny bluntly changed the subject. "D'you think we could get some light in here?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Lumos." His wand lit up, creating a warm halo of light around their faces. "Ginny, was it really necessary to go to this extreme?"
Liking this topic even less, the redhead responded to an earlier statement. "And as for snogging in broom closets being purely fictional, I'll have you know that the other day I saw Hannah Abbot and that Ravenclaw bloke--"
"Alright, I get it." Harry felt like sighing again. There are some days, he thought, when I don't think I will ever understand women. "Come here." He held out his arms to Ginny.
Right as Harry was pulling his girlfriend into his embrace, the broom closet was flooded with light from the hallway. Squinting against the brightness so much stronger than that emitted by his own wand, he recognized the figure standing there. So did Ginny, who reacted swiftly with a Bat Bogey hex that sent Ron reeling back down the corridor.
Ron never found out exactly whom he had stumbled across, but Harry and Ginny remained equally confused as to what reason Ron had for investigating the broom cupboard anyway.
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