Ginny and Harry sneak away one afternoon to see eachother

A/N: My first ever HP fic. Its just a short oneshot about Ginny and Harry. I am brainstorming another HP fic, though it won't involve Harry or Ginny.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and this story is based on her wonderful series.

Rendezvous

There was a loud crack and Harry Potter landed on the top step of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He kicked the door open, flung his jacket off somewhere to his right and raced to the massive mirror hanging in the bathroom. He spent a good ten minutes fussing over his hair before there was another loud crack from outside.

He raced to the front door and set his eyes on Ginny Weasley. She practically tackled him with the force that she lunged at him. She clamped her mouth to his while simultaneously struggling to remove her jacket.

Harry tripped over his own jacket, which had previously been hastily dropped in the hallway, and the two were on the floor. Ginny finally got her jacket off and rapped her arms around Harry's neck. Harry's hands drifted up and down her torso.

He had waited all week for this. These secret rendezvous were the only time he and Ginny had together without being under the close watch of her brothers, or someone who might inform one of their actions. They had spent their summer together, stealing looks across the dinner table and snogging behind the tool shed.

But with Ginny now back at Hogwarts and Harry training to be an Auror, these dates were very hard to schedule. Trips to Hogsmeade were the only times Ginny could sneak away and apparate to Grimmauld Place.

Harry's stomach growled. He could never fit Ginny and lunch into his lunch breaks. And frankly lunch couldn't compete.

Ginny and Harry were right in the middle of that very deep passionate kiss when,

"BLOOD TRAITORS!! IN MY HOUSE!!" Mistress Black decided to wake up and see them.

"Shut up!" Yelled Harry. He hopped up off the floor and helped Ginny up as well. The two scampered up the staircase to the closest bedroom. Ginny kicked her shoes off and flopped down the bed, Harry quickly after her.

"I missed you," He muttered before they picked up where they had left off.

"I missed you too," Ginny somehow managed to spit out in between invasions by Harry's tongue. Ginny's shirt was quickly off, and Harry's pants thrown across the room. It was unbelievable how worked up they got from just a week of separation.

On some of the days Harry wondered if, even though the house was invisible to the Muggles who lived around it, they could hear what was going on the inside of Grimmauld Place. This was one of those days.

They lay wrapped up in each other beneath the musty comforter.

"I have to go" Whispered Ginny pulling away. Harry stiffened and didn't let her go.

"One more time." He said rolling on top of her. He always felt the need for seconds. The first time was always rushed. It was all about relief. Second times were more memorable, something to last him till next week.