A/N: This is my first Hinny fanfic. I do not own anything except the plot. As you will be able to tell, Lavender Brown is not dead, and I am not sure if this will be important or not. Please r/r, and thank you for those of you who actually bothered to read this. =)

"Close your eyes." Harry said to Ginny, grinning, who only crossed her arms.

"Not until you tell me where we're going." She had been pestering Harry for hours, ever since he had told her that he was taking her to an amazing restaurant for dinner. They had been dating for six years, and Ginny had never been with anyone who made her happier.

Michael Corner and Dean Tomas were great boys, honestly, but they didn't understand Ginny the way Harry did. Harry was loving and caring, but he didn't obsess over doing every little thing to make her life easier. He gave her space if she needed to be alone, and was always there to comfort her if she needed it. He could tell when she was really okay, and when she was just saying it so he wouldn't worry. Ginny loved Harry more than any of the other boys combined. He was perfect for her.

Now, as Harry smiled down at her, she couldn't help but give in. She closed her eyes, and felt one of his hands cover them to make sure she didn't peek, and took her hand with his other. She braced herself, but still felt her stomach swirl with nausea as they disapparated out of Harry's house in Godric's Hollow. After a moment, the ground slammed into her feet, cold and hard, and she winced slightly. She never was going to get used to that. When she felt his hand lift from her face, she blinked a couple of times to regain her bearings, and laughed when she saw the familiar carved wooden sign.

"The Three Broomsticks, Harry?" She kissed his cheek. "Really fancy. I should have worn my dress robes." Ginny had chosen to wear her light blue robes over a green blouse and jeans.

He laughed with her, and still snickering, they walked in, his arm around her shoulders. Harry selected a long rectangular table by the window, flagged down Madame Rosmerta and ordered two butterbeers.

"Why is the table so big?" Ginny asked.

"You'll see." He said and kissed her on the top of her head. When they were waiting for the drinks to arrive, he reached across the table and took her hand. Ginny felt heat rush into her cheeks as he stared into her eyes. She stared into his emerald depths, and he gazed back at her, his eyes filled with love.

She leaned in just the slightest bit closer.

He leaned across the table, cupped her face in his hands, and brought it close to his. Ginny could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and hoped he couldn't hear it beating. Their lips were just a hair away when their moment was ruined by a loud clonk as a very flustered Madame Rosmerta set two mugs teeming with steaming butterbeer on the table.

"Sorry for the delay," she said, obviously not realizing that she had just interrupted a special moment; "a pot of boiling butterbeer overflowed in the kitchens. It caused quite a mess. That blasted bartender forgot to turn off the heat…" She walked away, muttering something about how she had been meaning to get more house elves in the kitchen. Ginny looked at Harry, whose eyes were light with laughter, and they both burst into silent giggles. Ginny regained her composure rather quickly as other customers were glaring at them, but when she looked at Harry, he was still hunched over in his seat, his shoulders shaking. She reached across the table and tapped his arm.

"Harry!" She said. "Harry, people are staring." Harry sat up in his seat, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

"Right," he said, "well, now that that's over, Ginny Weasley, I do believe we were on a date."

"So we were." Ginny replied dryly. He smiled at her, and she couldn't help but grin back. She looked into his eyes again, and got lost in the pools of emerald.

"Ginny Weasley," he whispered, "I love you."

If her face wasn't red already, it most certainly was now. Their faces were just inches apart.

Ginny's voice was just above a murmur. "I love you too."

Ginny closed her eyes as Harry brought her face to his. When their lips touched, she felt a butterfly erupt in her stomach. Then another, and another. Butterflies were an understatement. She felt hippogriffs flapping around. Even though they had been dating for three years, she still got nervous and insecure when he kissed her. She had spent the first few years at Hogwarts completely infatuated with him, and was crushed when he didn't return the feelings. So she gave up and dated other boys. After he had kissed her when she was in her fifth year, she couldn't believe that he, Harry Potter, actually liked her. Her thoughts (and their kiss) was interrupted by a very loud, very deliberate cough right next to them, and they shot apart immediately. When she recognized the voice, she groaned inwardly and slowly turned her head to look at her brother, who looked like he was about to explode with laughter. Behind him was Hermione, who was looking quite amused.

"Sorry we're late." Ron said, letting out a little laughter. "Now that we're here, can you keep the snogging to a minimum?" Hermione snorted, blushed, and sat next to Ginny, and Ron took a seat across from Hermione, next to Harry. Ginny smiled as she saw Neville and his girlfriend Hannah Abbot walk through the door and towards their table, followed closely by Luna and Rolf Scamander.

"Oh hello everyone!" Luna said dreamily. "Harry, your head is absolutely infested with Nargles!" Everyone laughed, and Madame Rosmerta hurried over, looking very frustrated, strands of limp, straggly hair falling in her face.

"Anything…to…drink?" she panted, trying to catch her breath. Ron spoke up first.

"Five butterbeers for them," he said, "and two firewhiskies for me." Hermione punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"Six butterbeers, NO firewhisky," she said, glaring at Ron, who smiled sheepishly in return. Madame Rosmerta rushed away, muttering "Six…butterbeers – no – six firewhiskies – no –"

Harry chuckled and reached across the table to take Ginny's hand. She stared adoringly into his bright green eyes. He leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. Ron snorted.

"Who are you," he joked, "and what have you done with my annoyingly loud sister?"

She leaned across the table and smacked him on the arm, her face flushing.

"Shut up," she replied, a scowl on her face, "It's not like you've never snogged anyone in public!" and eyed Hermione meaningfully. Ron rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. They spent a couple of awkward moments in silence before Luna piped up.

"I ran into Seamus and Dean the other day," she said dreamily. "They were wondering if the D.A. would be getting together anytime soon, like a reunion. Have you thought about that at all Harry?" Ginny turned her gaze onto Harry, who was looking quite conflicted. She knew for a fact that he had been thinking about it, that, in fact, he had come very close to calling a reunion meeting, but had decided not to in the end, because he thought it would be too hard for everyone to face each other after losing so many members.

"Um, well, you see, Luna, I don't really think-" He was cut off by Madame Rosmerta, who all but dropped six butterbeers on the table, whisking away Harry and Ginny's empty mugs, and left without a word, not even bothering to wait for thanks. Ginny raised her mug to her mouth, scorching her tongue with the simmering liquid. She quickly pulled it away from her face with a cry of pain, slopping butterbeer on her shirt.

"Damn it!" She fumbled around for her wand, and cleaned up the mess with one wave. She looked around at everyone's grinning faces and scowled, her face burning with embarrassment; only causing them to burst into laughter. She glared at them, but couldn't help but laugh too. She felt other customers' annoyed stares surrounding them, and one couple, after glaring viciously at them, even got up and left. But for one time, she didn't care.

After much laughter, butterbeer, and talk about former classmates – "I heard that Lavender Brown went on a date with Seamus," Hannah said – they bid their goodbyes. Neville and Hannah apparated away, Ron and Hermione went who-knows-where to do who-knows-what, Luna and Rolf walked further into Hogsmeade, discussing methods of how to repel Nargles. Harry grinned at Ginny.

"Do you want to come back to my house with me?" he asked.

"I don't know…" Ginny said. "I'd have to tell Mum, and then of course she'd send George or Ron or someone else to spy on me, and then-" she broke off when she saw Harry's smile slightly waver. "Or maybe I'll just tell her later," she said, returning Harry's smile, leaning into his chest. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She turned so she was facing him and put her arms around his neck. She leaned upward, their lips about to touch, when:

Flash! Ginny blinked. When the bright white light cleared, Ginny saw Rita Skeeter standing before them, dressed in shockingly pink robes, her quick-quotes quill in her hand. Ginny felt dread flood her body, and she took a small step closer to Harry.

"Harry!" Rita greeted him like they were old friends, a sickening smile spread across her face. "It's been much too long, much too long indeed!" – "Not long enough!" Harry muttered, and Rita Skeeter pretended not to hear – "Would you care to introduce me to your little friend? Oh! I know you! You're Ronald Weasley's sister!" Ginny felt Harry's arm squeeze a little tighter around her.

"So sorry, but we really must be going," said Harry, not sounding sorry at all. He actually sounded quite angry.

"It was so nice to see you," Ginny said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, and without another word, they disapparated back to Godric's Hollow. Once inside Harry's house, Harry pounded on the wall with his fist.

"I hate her," he practically yelled. "Now she's going to write an article about me dating my best friend's sister, and make up a bunch of drama between me and Ron that never happened and…" he trailed off and sank into a couch, looking defeated. Ginny stood next to him.

"Should I go make some tea?" She asked, feeling useless. "Or should I get some pumpkin juice, or-"

"Can you stay here?" Harry asked, looking up.

"O-of course," Ginny answered, sitting down next to him. She put her arm around him, and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her cheek. When she looked up at him, all of the anger had gone from his eyes, replaced by love. She leaned forward and kissed him, and he kissed her back. She remembered something about sending an owl to her mum to let her know that she was staying over at Harry's. She decided it could wait. She kissed Harry fiercely, and he responded with just as much enthusiasm.

Their kiss was interrupted by an owl flying through the window and pecking Harry's arm. Harry jerked backwards, and Ginny toppled onto him. She scrambled off him and he sat up, a large grin spreading across his face.

"Bloody hell!" Ginny yelled, her cheeks flushed bright red. "I'm going to kill that bloody owl!" Harry chuckled and put five knuts in the pouch on the owl's leg in return for the letter clamped in its beak. He looked at the paper, the Daily Prophet, and quickly turned it over on the coffee table. The bird flew out the window before Ginny could reach her wand.

"Well," she sighed, "Now that that was interrupted, I might as well tell mum where I am before she goes mental." She scribbled a quick note and rolled it up.

Mum,

I'm at Harry's. I will be spending the night here.

Please don't freak out.

Love you,

Ginny

She found Harry's new owl, Sirius, in the kitchen and attached the note to his leg. After giving him a treat, he flew off, gliding into the window before regaining his bearings and flew out the window, only to get stuck in a tree right outside. She groaned. He was just like Errol, their old family owl. She walked back to the living room, where Harry was still sitting on the couch, smiling at her like a madman.

"You're cute when you're mad," he said, letting out a snicker. She punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"Shut up," she could feel her face turning pink.

His grin only grew even bigger. "I do believe we were in the middle of something," he whispered, leaning forward so his lips grazed her cheek. She turned her head slightly so he was kissing her lightly. He moved his hands behind her head and snogged her harder.

Time flew by. To Ginny it could have been minutes, hours, weeks, there was no telling. Their lips moved back and forth against each other like a song. Ginny knotted her fingers in his hair, and he ran his hands through hers. After what seemed like days, they pulled apart, grinning like idiots. Ginny curled her feet up under her, leaning her head on Harry's chest, and he drew circles on her back rhythmically. She closed her eyes and let the waves of sleep wash over her, still smiling.

Thank you to those of you who took the time to read this! Please r/r, and keep reading because I plan on updating soon!