Ginny Weasley stared at her reflection one last time in the mirror in her room. Her long red hair gently framed her face, kissing her shoulders before tumbling down her back. She wore Muggle clothing, as was the new fashion among Hogwarts students who were out of school for the summer. Satisfied with her appearance, she let herself fall onto her bed, exhausted. Her sixth year at Hogwarts was finally over. It had been ridiculously hard; her professors had apparently decided that, although their OWLs had not yet completely faded into memory, her class needed to prepare fervently for their NEWTs starting even in sixth year.

She had almost drifted off to sleep when she heard a pop from the general area of her nightstand. Jumping up in shock, she relaxed upon turning and seeing her boyfriend there.

"Oi, Gin," he said tiredly. He himself had just finished his rigorous seventh year at Hogwarts and his NEWT examinations and therefore had a right to be even more exhausted than Ginny was.

"Oi, yourself," said Ginny, running her eyes appreciatively up her boyfriend's handsome features. "Do your parents know that you're in a room alone with your girlfriend in an empty house?"

"Nah," he said, staring into her with a gaze that made her feel like she had lost her footing. "Although, knowing my dad, he would probably condone it."

Ginny giggled shortly before throwing herself onto her boyfriend with sufficient force to knock him backwards onto her bed. Stunned at first, he relaxed as Ginny climbed on top of him eagerly, feeling completely content as her body melted into his.

They kissed, slowly at first, but with increasing intensity. His hands roamed her body satisfyingly, finding all the spots that she most enjoyed being touched and caressing her in each lovingly. Unlike most other boys his age, Harry Potter was always caring, and he didn't try to get her in bed just because of her good looks—in fact, in the just-under-a-year that they had been dating, she and Harry had never rounded that final base. They, as well as anyone who knew them, thought that this was miraculous, in part because they were almost never seen without their hands on each other.

Ginny let out a little moan as Harry's hand found her breast, pressing into it lightly as they continued to kiss passionately. Feeling herself about to lose control, Ginny pulled away in a sudden motion, causing Harry to falter before propping himself up with one elbow. "What's wrong?" he asked confusedly. "Did I go too far?"

Ginny laughed, and Harry visibly relaxed. "Nothing of the sort," she said, struggling to suppress another giggle. "I just—don't know what I would've done if we hadn't stopped there."

"It's okay," said Harry, although inside he felt like a little kid that had been robbed of one of his favorite toys.

"So, how was graduation?" asked Ginny curiously, as Harry struggled to regain his breath on the opposite end of the bed.

"It was okay," said Harry a little sulkily. "Dumbledore just mainly gave this long speech about how we should be proud of ourselves for all that we had accomplished, how we should go out into the world, blah, blah, blah. But then, I swear, he says, 'You know, I'm sorry that you had to sit through all that; have some booze,' and small glasses of wine appear on every table. It was great!"

Ginny rolled her eyes inwardly—although she was a year beneath her boyfriend, she sometimes felt like the older one. "Are you sure he didn't say something more—you know, Dumbledore-like?" asked Ginny, suppressing a snicker.

Harry smiled, causing his green eyes to sparkle. "Alright, maybe it was more—here he put on his best Dumbledore voice—'And now that we have completed the usual graduation accommodations, we may proceed with the part of the ceremony that I must admit I enjoyed most as a youngster', but the basic message was the same!"

Ginny shook her head, although, try as she might, she couldn't stop a smirk from coming to her lips. Her self-righteous display didn't last long, however, because suddenly Harry was on top of her and his lips were meeting hers and the world she was living in disappeared, replaced by sheer and complete bliss. The kiss deepened and continued for what felt like way too short a time before Harry pulled away and just stared at her, his green eyes meeting her chocolate-brown ones.

"I—Harry, I think I'm ready," said Ginny, and suddenly she was completely and utterly ready—she wanted to have sex with Harry Potter, and she knew all her mother's warnings about "giving herself to the right person", but she was sure that this was the right person.

Harry knew exactly what she was feeling—he, in fact, was feeling the same thing—and he leaned down again to kiss her forcefully.

But at that instant a sudden feeling swept through Harry's body, and it was one completely separate from the normal emotions running through a teenager's mind and that particular moment. He seemed to be flying—floating at least—and time was zooming backwards—the world was collapsing on itself—

The last thing Harry saw was Ginny lying beneath him, her eyes expressing the same shock and confusing that Harry felt.

And then, suddenly, they were torn apart, and space-time convulsed.