Just why couldn't he stop staring at her?
The way her hair cascading over her shoulder – the expression on her face as she chewed on her bottom lip, poor tortured thing, or a quill – the way she would run her hand through her hair, shake it out and spread that delicious scent of hers all the way to him – did she have any idea of what she did to him?
Snap out of it, Potter. She's your best mate's little sister… there's no way…
But his beast didn't listen to him. It howled and whined and clawed, pushing him forward.
They were alone… maybe… maybe just a few minutes… And before he had actually made a decision, his feet made it for him, pulling him across the common room, to where she sat, hunched over her potions book, reading quietly to herself, taking a note down every few seconds, and he let his legs fold under him, as he quietly – trying to not scare her – sat down.
"'Bout damn time," She said, looking up, a brilliant smile crossing her features. Harry stared at her in shock. She giggled, "You've been sitting there for nearly two hours Harry, quill, non-moving. You obviously weren't trying to make it obvious that you were staring."
A blush crept up his face, and he stammered over words, she smiled and reached out; patting the now flushed cheek. "It's fine Harry. Honestly, I'm just glad you finally DID something."
She's forward, isn't she? Well, I guess she knows what she wants…
"Did you need something Harry? –Oops!" She had taken her hand away, only to discover than she had left in marks on his face. She giggled and proceeded to try to rub it off with her thumb, something her mother would do.
He stopped her ministrations by grabbing her hand, firmly, in his, and he looked at it, seeing how it fit so perfectly in his, like she was made for him. Emerald met with chocolate, and he drowned. "Ginny…" he began, thickly, not really knowing how he should start this. He felt her hand squeeze his gently. A surge of confidence flowed through him, "Ginny." He said again, now more clearly. "I… would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"
He measured her reaction, first surprise – that one stayed for quite a few long moments – then it melted into some sort of weird happy-sad kind of emotion. Two fat tears leaked from her eyes and slid down her cheeks. He released her hand, to bring both his hands up to the sides of her face, rubbing away the tears with his thumbs. Yes… yes, this is what I have been looking for. What had Dumbledore been saying all this time? I had power that he knows not? I think I found the answer to that riddle. He leaned forward, his breath fanning against her cheeks and her eyes looked up. "I… would like very much to kiss you now, Ginerva Molly."
"Oh, must you ask, Harry James?" she said, tearfully and flung herself at him, capturing his lips in a kiss that he would remember for the rest of his life.
The portrait door swung open behind them, and Fred, George, Hermione and Ron all stepped through, to find the two, engaged in their activity which was definitely not potions homework. Ron gaped; Hermione put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle; and Fred and George looked to one another and gave themselves a high five.