Disclaimer: I find this redundant, I mean who would for a quarter of a millisecond believe I'm JK Rowing?

Exactly Forty-Eight

At first she hadn't really noticed, but after about two minutes of muttering it was hard for her not to notice.

"Harry, what are you doing?" He chose not to answer but instead to smirk knowingly and continue his muttering.

"Harry," trying not to push him of the edge of the sofa as she turned to face him, "what are you doing?" Once again instead of answering her, he smirked and kissed her nose. After a moment of scrutinizing him, she went back to playing with Arnold. It was quite some time later before she realized that Harry had finally stopped his insane muttering, and then a while after that she noticed he had a rather smug smile etched on his face.

"Harry, I'm saying this because I care, but I think you've officially gone stark raving mad." He laughed and her heart melted a little, maybe he wasn't ALL that mad.

"I'm not mad, I was just counting."

"Counting what exactly?" She couldn't help the sly grin that came after.

"The freckles on your face." Nor could Ginny help the blush that crept up her neck, nor for that matter the weird "O" her mouth had just made.

"And how many are there?"

"You have exactly forty-eight freckles." The blush coming back up to her cheeks, she put Arnold down and sat up, just so she could him better.

"Why'd you count?" His only reply was to shrug sheepishly as though a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't matter either way, I'm glad you did." Leaning into give him a well-deserved kiss, Ginny missed seeing the throw pillow her big-headed brother had decided to throw.

"Ew, don't do that in front of me. It was bad enough I had to see it once, don't make me see it again." Ginny looked up to see Hermione shaking her head with the faintest ghost of a smile on her face.

"Well then Ron, I'm afraid you'll have to look away."

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