Ginny was bloody exhausted. She had been up till 5:30 in the morning completing the papers for Slughorn, McGonagall and Snape, the evil bat-git's being particularly nasty (two scrolls of parchment on the Unforgivables and how they could be used for good) and it had taken her hours. Like, six hours of writing an obscenely large amount about the same subject! After finishing that, she had continued onto McGonagall's at midnight, and she had made it half-way through Slughorn's when she fell asleep on her essay, still in the muggle sweatpants and tank-top she had taken to wearing while she was studying. She then woke up with a stiff neck at 7, and managed to finish the last part of her homework 10 minutes before classes started. Rushing down to the Great Hall, her skirt on crookedly, her blouse wrinkled and half unbuttoned, her tie still in her hand, she wasn't expecting to see anyone so close to the start of class. Which is why, when she burst into the Great Hall, she was so startled to see a sole messy-haired figure at the Gryffindor table, bent over a plate. My boyfriend, she thought with a smile. It felt amazing that, after so many years of looking from the sidelines, that they were actually dating! The smile quickly slid off her face, however, when she remembered what her appearance was. Not only did her uniform look like it had been through several broom closets filled with hormonal teenage boys, her hair was a rat's nest, she had huge black bags underneath showing just how much sleep she had missed last night, and of course, there was no makeup on her face to conceal these flaws. However, the worst thing was that she was starting to break out, and she hadn't had time to put on any of WWW's pimple cream. Cursing her luck, she made her way over to her boyfriend, known to the rest of the world as the one and only Harry Potter.
"Hey" He looked at Ginny, and smiled. He pushed a plate towards her. Glancing down, she felt like either crying or hugging him. He had gathered all of her favourite breakfast foods, and, bless him, had arranged the whole thing into a butterfly on her plate, all cut up and drizzled in chocolate sauce. She eagerly dug in, attempting to ignore the eyes she felt on her face.
"He's staring at my pimples. Or my bags. Or my messy hair. Probably all three. Oh god, he's going to break up with me for being too ugly. No, he wouldn't do that…mind you, I probably look like some deranged monster that shouldn't be seen in public because it's too hideous." He cheeks were starting to turn red when he blurted out, "You're beautiful, you know." His eyes widened, as if he didn't mean to reveal that much of his thoughts. He ducked his head, cheeks stained red, summoned all of his Gryffindor courage, and ploughed on. "I mean, I don't think you get told that enough, and I know that we've only been dating a couple weeks, but it's true, and so I figured tha-" the rest of his sentence was cut off as Ginny's lips came crashing down on his own. Breakfast was forgotten as both pairs of lips had found a more interesting and defiantly preferable activity.
"Mate, what's so bloody great?" Ron whispered to Harry. 20 minutes into Defence Against the Dark Arts, with Snape, and even after two weeks detentions, and 30 points from Gryffindor, the Chosen One still hadn't lost the goofy grin on his face.
"I made your sister breakfast." Ron, noting his swollen lips and tousled hair, decided that, for his best friend's sake, he really didn't want to know details.