He runs to catch up with her at first and pushes her slightly from behind. She gives a little squeak of surprise as she wheels around, yelling, "Harry! What'd you do that for!" Blush rises in to her cheeks and she gives him a smile.

"Just wanted to startle you, is all," harr grins. He kisses her against the nearby wall. She kisses him back while attempting to take out the band that holds her hair in a neat ponytail, cursing, "Shit! This damned thing won't bloody come off--"

Harry stops kissing. He looks at her and laughs. He can't stop grinning when he's around her. "You're so cute, Ginny, did you know that, you're so damn adorable--"

"What do you think gives you the right to say that?" Ginny manages to say once she's gotten off her hairband and Harry kisses her again.

"I'm a year older than you, remember?" says Harry in between kisses.

"So?" she says in an irritated tone, but she doesn't stop kissing him.


They're the only ones left in the common room that night, being that it's a Sunday night. Everyone needs their sleep. Ginny and Harry share a couch, Ginny's head on Harry's lap. They sit their for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Ginny jerks her head up from Harry's lap and looks at him. "Wh-what the bloody hell are you thinking about, Harry?" she laughs.

"Wh- What are you--"

"I felt the goddamn thing, for christ's sake!"

"Whaa--- oh."

"Yeah, and it doesn't feel to good when you've got a big-- a big hard-- stick pressing in to your neck, now does it?"

"Sorry," he says, laughs, and kisses her.

They elapse back in to the comfortable silence.