Since I couldn't find a Ginny and Harry fic I liked or could even stomach… here is the first chappie. Read it. Love it.

Suave Interuptions

"God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that she might love him"

"Umm…Hi"

Too awkward.

"Hello Harry Potter!"

Too enthusiastic/broadcasty.

"Well, hellooo Mr. Potter. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Gah! Too God damn promiscuous and used before!

"Umm…Hi"

Oh. So we're back to that one.

Apparently when you haven't snogged a man in a year you take three steps back in the conversing coherently skill. Normally, I would never let such a thing happen but one does not feel nor is it appropriate to snog at an older brother's funeral. Perhaps afterwards is tolerable…No, no still inappropriate.

Harry had been awfully busy anyway. Sure, he'd written me but he hadn't come to the Burrow. From his letters it appeared he had been splitting his time between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts- rebuilding, cleaning out stray Death Eaters and such.

My beau is a very important wizard. My reflection frowned back at me as I eyed my copy of Witches Weekly where Harry's face adorned under the headline: The Wizarding World's Most Eligible Bachelor.

Ron had come home in stiching giggles over the pile of fan mail the had buried Harry in their office at the Ministry. I honestly couldn't blame them…that photogragh really was quite dashing.

Which made this all the more intimidating. Mum had a cow when she heard from Ron there was a possibility that Harry might not come home for a party. My blushed reached the roots of my hair when I read Harry's letter following Mum's howler.

So, he was coming to the Burrow. Tradition stated that I, Ginny Weasly, was to thoroughly snog Harry Potter, simply because it was his birthday. Now…I had to practice my suave greetings.

I turned my back to the mirror and inhaled deeply, flipping my desperately straight hair over my shoulder trying to seem older, mature, 17, "Oh, hey Harry…I had no idea you were coming to stay" I batted my eyes at the reflection Ginny. I slumped in exasperation, frowning at the black clumps covering my eyelashes.

"Why is this so difficult?" I sighed. When I am with Harry it's easy it comes out flawless and witty but most of it I DON'T BLOODY MEAN TO SAY! The stupid things I say in my head just fall out of my mouth like the worst word vomit!

Gah!

"Ron!"

My mother cried from the kitchen making me poke my eye with my wand as I removed the black rubbish.

"Ow!"

"Ginny! Come greet your brother!"

Not bothering to adjust the over sized jumper I wore (Harry's in fact. The one my Mum made with the snitch on the front) that was slightly falling off my shoulder. I ran down the stairs. Knowing it drives mum mad when I over aparate. I did stub my toe taking the second corner to sharp. I swung the final corner keeping a fast hold hoping to speed back up the stairs. I must have taken the turn to exuberating for a vast amount of my fiery hair covered my face.

"Er…" I stuttered pushing back my hair. I really need a cut "Welcome home Ronald and other salutations…Oi! Hermoine?!" I sprung from behind the corner tripping over the frayed hem of my jeans. Pushing my darling brother out of the way-why is he so tall? I gladly embraced his bushy haired lady fair.

"Oh how I have missed you so! This life is awfully dreary with an empty house. I miss my Georgie Porgy terribly for he never caused trouble anymore- well, not in this house…"

"Oi!" Ron protested.

"You can keep him though" I looked pointedly at my blue eyed brethren "he's a pain in my arse"

"Ginny!"

"Sorry Mum" I wasn't sorry at all.

I began to pull Hermoine up the stair feeling the resistence as Ron was firmly clutvhing her other hand. "Did you a tan?" I appraised her slightly darkened/ goldened skin.

"Well Ginny we have been tracking down my parents in Australia"

"Oh yes" I stiffened, glaring at her through slitted eyes. She had the nerve to not even flinch "Leaving me hear bored loony- all summer"

"It was actually rather cold there Gin"

"Don't" I glared "You 'Gin' me. That term of endearment is only for my very dear and favorite mates to call me"

"Well I prefer calling you brat-"

"No one asked your opinion" I spun on Ron.

He chuckled to himself-that prat. Hermione had a facial expression that was almost as rare for her as Ron without soot on his nose- she looked…Confused?

"Where's Harry?"

My back stiffened he was expected?

…Now?

……WHAT?!?!?!

"Why" I squeaked, then coughed to clear my throat "Why...Is he supposed to be here?"

"Well yeah" scoffed my youngest older brother "he aparated with us"

Oh buggering shit.

And I was wearing his sweater.

"Noooo!" I shrilled. I tripped seven times going up the stairs. A record for me I was very proud of myself…not. I think I pulled something when trying to wrench open my door.

"I'm still wearing the stupid snitch sweater!"

I cursed my open window that created extra vacuum suction on my already decrepit door.

The oddity that I should have realized was the lack of slight draft from said window.

I flipped in a flurry to my wardrobe that was on the same wall as my door. I swam in the stupid (I'm sorry Harry's sweater! Nothing of Harry's could ever be stupid!) sweater. I tried gathering the folds of thick weaving preparing to pull it over my head revealing my very small, very see through camisole.

"I don't think you want to do that Gin" I froze with my or his sweater half way up my waist, my head snapped to attention. In my window sat a slightly winded, mildly blushed. Most Eligible Bachelor… Harry Potter "Or maybe you do" he shrugged.

I dropped the sweater and even though I wanted to flame about his "bachelorness" and the fact he was sitting in my window making it impossible for me to change into a sexy yet sophisticated outfit- I couldn't. He just made me smile.

Relaxing my posture I seemed to find the perfect thing to say without any rehearsal at all- it always happens to me!

Oh bother.

"Harry" it was a sigh of simple, light femenimity.

"I didn't mean to end up in your window you know" he explained as he placed both his feet on the ground.

"Still on your mind Potter?" I smirked trying to contain my giddiness.

He shrugged "Maybe it's just this room"

Some girls blushes are pretty mine… are evil, angry, boiling flames of fuckin' lava that consume from my hairline to my collarbone.

"Well amazing presents have been exchanged in here" he walked towards me- lightly smiling at the ground. Harry rarely smirked. He was just so… golden? He grabbed my hand shooting tingles through my arm and awakening the butterflies in my stomach. I missed this…

"But I never gave you anything" his startling green eyes met mine.

"Well…" my eyes shot to the Witches Weekly on my bed "I did use to snog the wizarding world's most eligible bachelor on a regular basis"

His blushes had always been worse than mine.

"That interview was utterly wretched"

"Why?" I questioned looming closer "Was it Rita?"

"Oh thank Merlin no" My forehead crumpled as I observed his face trying to cover my amusement "It wasn't the interview per say" he continued "but the aftermath"

I laughed "Not liking the adoring fans? Most men would kill for such attention"

This is a test Harry.

Pass it.

"Well" he rolled his head back and around landing his forehead gently on mine, I beamed at his through his glasses "I guess I'm just not cut out to be a bachelor"

Swoon.

Might I admit it? His eyes are so dreamy…

"Mate?! You're hear?!"

I hate him.

Stupid bloody fucking brother.

Gah!

Too be continued…(:

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