Author notes: Ok, here another little missing moment about Harry and Ginny inspired by a sentence of HP and the HBP. I hope you like it.

Too popular for her own good

It was six in the afternoon, and Harry and Ginny were coming back to the Common Room after their Quidditch training. And this was the first time, that they were completely alone. Harry should have been happy about it. He was waiting for this, for days, but he wasn't. His mind was too worried about something that had been making him and his interior monster very ill since that morning.
"Do you know that Justin was looking at you?"
"What?" She asked, surprised at the question. Harry take a deep breath and continued. Now, it was too late for eating his words.
"Justin Finch-Fletchley. I saw him staring at you all the time, this morning at breakfast."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you have to be careful."
"And you are telling me that because?"
"Because I know him. He's in my year, and he's a fool. You deserve better that him."
"He was in the DA, wasn't he?" She asked, thoughtful.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything. I mean, even Michael was in the DA, and he is the King of Fools, and you went out with him for a year." Ginny smiled at those words. "Obviously, I don't want to judge you. It's just that, as your friend, I don't want to see you hurt again," he added quickly.

"Harry, I really understand, but you don't have to be worried about this Justin. I'm not interested in him." Harry smiled for the first time that day. Even his monster calmed down. "Besides, I'm already going out with Zabini since yesterday," she said as if nothing had happened.
"YOU WHAT?" Harry shouted, becoming pale. Ginny started to laugh; he hit her teasingly.
"Oh really funny, Ginny," he said, starting to laugh with her, now relieved.
"You had to see your face. I loved it." And for a second Harry's heart skipped a beat. They were still laughing when Ron, to Harry's chagrin, found them.
"Here you are. Why did you run out of the locker room without waiting for me?" he asked.
"No reason," they both answered. Ron shrugged and started to talk about the next match, as always, but neither Ginny or Harry was paying him real attention. They were too busy looking at each other on the sly.