Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the other wonderful Characters don't belong to me and I'm making no money with this. All of them belong to the great (bow down) J.K. Rowlings.
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Harry stared out his window onto Diagon Alley. As he blissfully watched the shoppers hurry past he wondered how he survived all the summers of his life, shut up with the Dursleys. He glanced over his shoulder at Ginny, reading a book in her favorite chair. BANG! Harry jumped up, groping for his wand before he remembered that Voldemort was actually GONE. Gone for good. He didn't have to be scared of the slightest movement anymore. He thought back to the past year. It had been a miracle, really, him finishing school. He was 20 now, and 2 years out of school. He lived with Ginny, Ron and Hermione in an apartment above a rather large square filled with book shops. He hadn't said anything yet, but he could tell Ginny was thinking about asking Ron to switch rooms with her, so she could be in the same bedroom as Harry. He shivered with anticipation just thinking about it. Not that Ron and Hermione would mind. They were all glad about being able to... be together... in public finally. While The War was on, anyone you were seen with could become a target.
Harry decided to go upstairs to see what the noise had been. Maybe it had been Fred and George coming to visit. Harry smiled, thinking that now, more than ever, their jokes and pranks would be appreciated. Harry pushed open his and Ron's bedroom door, to find Ron yelling at the twins.
"You could have killed me, or given me a heart attack!" screamed Ron at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, come on, ickle Ronnikins, its just a mistake," called George from the tangle involving the twins, Ron and a rather large cat, which promptly hissed, launching itself past Harry and down stairs.
"Ya, we've never apparated inside your apartment before," added Fred. Harry chuckled to himself, and went downstairs, leaving them to their devices.
Suddenly, a large shape flew at Harry, kissing his face.
"Ginny!" Harry whispered, mortified. "Hermione..."
"Went to get a new book." finished Ginny, now on Harry's neck.
"In that case," mumbled Harry, and began furiously kissing Ginny back. Just as Harry hands began to stray lower from Ginny's back, the twins began clambering down the stairs and Harry and Ginny broke apart, very red in the face. Fred stared at them, a look of wonder and mischievous delight spreading across his face, identical to George. "You..." he breathed. Harry glared at him. "Geez, mate. Just... admiring the view," he said, causing Ginny to turn even redder. Harry stiffly decided to go back to his room, the twins laughing at his retreating back. Ginny followed, and for a second Harry thought she was going to come into his room. At the last second, she turned, heading into the dark room she shared with Hermione. Harry sighed with longing and went to see what Ron was up to.