A/N: New story y'all. This will be partial-canon, Hogwarts-era. Ginny's a BAMF in this chapter (well, she always is, but more so).

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Uhhh, it's teen rated so cursing, snogging, references to shagging; but no outright description of it. Hope you like it.

.o.O.o.

It was the summer of 1996, and Harry's unusually peaceful sleep was interrupted by angered yelling.

"You absolute arrogant, callous, chauvinistic, condescending, foolish, impulsive, interfering, narrow-minded, patronizing, sexist, stubborn, stupid, tactless, untrustworthy dickheads!" a female voice screeched. Firing insult after insult in rapid succession. Obviously not Hermione, nor Mrs Weasley, leaving Ginny Weasley being the voice of that angel. She said all of this without taking a breath. Harry woke up laughing. He tumbled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs of the Burrow.

"Oh, hi, Harry," she smiled sweetly before rounding on her brothers again. "I cannot believe you! First Michael, and now Dean, are you bloody kidding?!"

"What's going on," Harry asked Mrs and Mr Weasley and Hermione, who were standing in the background watching the scene as if it were a soap opera.

"Her brothers have been interfering with her love life and she finally decided to do something about it," Hermione explained. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"She was dating Michael Corner, and he broke up with her vaguely saying she wasn't worth it. And then she dated Dean Thomas in her fourth year and he broke up with her, saying something about 'scary brothers' and 'redheaded devils'. She connected two and two and realized that her brothers were behind it.

"What gives you the right to interfere with my who life?! Who, in Merlin's name, said it was okay to threaten my boyfriend into breaking up with me?! You better be glad Mum took my wand, otherwise you'd be hexed into the next century!" Her brothers visibly blanched, all of them, including Bill and Charlie. She took a deep breath. "Listen up, boys," she said calmly. No longer yelling, which was honestly scarier. "This may have possibly been the worst mistake of your life." She sounded deadly. Her face was flushed, eyes narrowed, and her breasts heaving up and down. Which made her sexier. Hermione laughed quietly.

Twenty seconds later, Harry, Hermione, and elder Weasleys sat on a couch, giggling quietly. Ginny had forced her brothers into lining up outside of the house, and called them in one by one. Ginny turned the Weasleys' sitting room into an interrogation room. Though it was warm, bright, and familiar, the Weasley boys felt as if they were about to be sent to Azkaban-a life sentence.

Charlie was up first. "Who's idea was it to threaten my boyfriend," she asked calmly.

"All of us really," he said.

"Elaborate."

"Ron said he thought were just a bit too young to be dating. And then Perce said, "She is much too young. This is inappropriate, and I will not allow it," he said in a perfect imitation of Percy. Ginny crossed her arms and legs, leant back, and snorted.

"Why did you help them?"

"Well... erm-I thought that you were a bit too young too, and that they would take advantage of you." Ginny raised her eyebrow, clearly trying not to lose her temper.

"You really think I can't take care of myself?"

"No! I mean, we all know you can. We've seen your Bat-Bogey Hex," which was infamous at Hogwarts, and in the Weasley family, "it's lethal."

"Then, why the hell would you think it okay to interfere when I can clearly take care of myself?"

"I- er... I'm really sorry, Ginny, I just wanted to keep you safe." Harry knew this was true, but Charlie had many motives, this the most plausible one to keep him out of (serious) trouble. Ginny pursed her lips.

"Bye," she said simply. Charlie hurried out, silently thanking whoever was up there.

She easily forgave Fred and George, as they weren't really involved. They thought it was just a joke, and didn't really threaten Michael or Dean. Percy, however, wasn't as lucky. He got punched, twice. He now had a black eye and a swollen lip.

Bill came out mostly unscathed, only having a scratch under his jaw (Ginny grabbed his collar, purposely scratching him in the process). Ron was punched on the shoulder, leaving a clear mark.

This had truly been an eventful morning, and Harry laughed more and harder than he usually did. He was in awe of Ginny. A crush had been developing ever since his fourth year, he didn't notice it at first. But when he did, it came as an epiphany in the middle of the night. She was beautiful, breathtakingly captivating. She was hilarious, she had the same sense of humor as him. Dark, dry, sarcastic, sometimes people didn't understand it. She shared the same interests as him; Quidditch, mostly Quidditch. She was on the reserve team and absolutely adored the Holyhead Harpies. She was mischievous, but it wasn't as noticeable as Fred and George. She had a big heart, and accepted people who had proved themselves, even when they had wronged her. She was an enigma t-

"Harry, you're practically drooling," Hermione said quietly. Harry's eyes snapped into focus. He had a second epiphany: I'm in love with bloody Ginny Weasley... I'm in love with Ginny bloody Weasley... I'm bloody in love with Ginny Weasley.

"At least you're finally admitting it," Hermione said casually. Then he realized he'd said that aloud.

"What d'you mean 'finally'?"

"Well it's obvious, isn't it-"

"Is it as obvious as you and Ron being obliviously in love?"

"What," Hermione said sharply.

"Well it's obvious, isn't it," Harry said, mocking her previous words. "You and Ron have practically been slobbering over each other for the past five y-"

"Interfere with my love life one more time, and you will be hexed into the next century. Ginny had her brothers line up, this time horizontally, and in their kitchen. She paced in front of them a good five minutes before getting closer to Percy and inspecting his forming black eye. She grinned, then went back to a neutral expression. She paced for another minute, then said what Harry and Hermione had heard. "Scram." They heard footsteps walk outside. They chuckled quietly for a second, before continuing their conversation.

"-for the past five years."

"How'd you know," Hermione sniffed.

"I might be as thick as Ron, but the whole bloody school knows, I don't understand how you don't."

"R-Ron's in l-love with me?" She sounded like an insecure child. Harry grabbed both of her hands, in a rare show of affection.

"'Mione, he's been in love with you since second year."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Well... I—erm. Thanks, Harry. I've been so clueless, secretly pining after him for four years..."

"He's been secretly pining after you for four years," Harry said quietly.

"I just-I don't-I don't know what to do," she sounded distressed.

"Well, y'know... I've never been good with romance... all that with Cho, and all... But, you should do something about it-now."

"I, um... Thanks, Harry," she said awkwardly. "Anyway, what about you and Ginny," she grinned.

"No bloody clue."

"When did you realize you were in love with Ginny?"

"I don't know... It just came like an epiphany in the middle of the night, one day. But that was when I realized I liked her. Today, however, I had my second epiphany, the one that you saw today."

"We have Weasleys to woo," Hermione joked. And Harry laughed, at her alliteration and implication.

.o.O.o.

He found himself staring at her, and her noticing occasionally. Finally, he had a chance to tell her.

"Hi, Ginny." She was out by the pond, her feet in the water.

"Hi, Harry," she smiled.

"I erm, just wanted to say what you did this morning was amazing," Harry said nervously as he sat next to her.

"Thanks. It's just that I'm so sick of them treating me like a baby because I'm the youngest... For Merlin's sake, I've been possessed by Voldemort and they still treat me as though I'm a china doll. And I'm bloody sick of them thinking they can control my life just because I'm their younger sister," she said heatedly. "Sorry, Harry. I just needed to tell someone that, that wasn't my brother." Harry decided he liked the way she said his name.

"Oh, it's fine. I understand, even though I've never had sexist brothers," he grinned.

"You're lucky you don't have six," she said. Harry laughed, and then thought he'd rather have twenty siblings than the Dursleys. "Sorry, I erm... I forgot..."

"No, it's fine don't worry about it. I've dealt with it for sixteen years, I can deal with it for the rest of my life if I have you lot." Ginny smiled brilliantly. He decided he liked her smile, and would make her smile more.

"I actually came over here for a... slightly related, different reason..."

"Oh, what is it?" Harry took a deep breath, gathered his scattered thoughts and all of his Gryffindor courage before opening his eyes.

"IthinkI'minlovewithyou," he said quickly.

Ginny's eyebrows shot up, her eyes widened, and her mouth hung open, closing several times.

"I- you what?"

"I think I'm inlovewithyou." Ginny calmed down somewhat, though now she was as red as her hair.

"Well, what the fuck, what am I supposed to say to that?"

"'I'm in love with you, too?'" he said hopefully.

"Er, yeah, Harry. I have been since I was bloody three!"

"B-but Hermione said you were done…."

"Done waiting, Harry. I never gave up on you, I was just done waiting. So I dated other people, instead of just pining, doing nothing, waiting for you to actually notice me." Harry put his head in his hands.

"I'm an idiot," he said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, Harry, you are," she rubbed his back and he felt a tingle run up his spine.

"Now what," he asked quietly, not expecting Ginny to hear.

"Go out with me?" she asked softly.

"'course," he smiled brilliantly. One she hadn't seen in a long time. "You know, though," Harry started. "Voldermort's running around, he's got spies, everywhere. And if he hears that we're together, he'll immediately target you. To get to me, to hurt me."

"I'm already on his list, after the diary…. What's moving up a few places," she smirked. Harry chuckled.

"Who d'you reckon's first? Me or Dumbledore?" Their faces were inching closer each second.

"I'd say you, Dumbledore, Amelia Bones, Fudge, head of the Auror Department, then me," she said.

"Seems most likely," he whispered, their noses almost touching. Harry tilted his head sideways and Ginny's eyes fluttered closed. As soon as their lips touched, they felt an electric shock. Harry curled an arm around her waist and put a hand in her sweet-smelling hair. Her hands creeped up his back and rested at the nape of his neck. They pulled away eventually, air was a necessity.

"I've wanted to do that for years," Ginny said breathlessly.

"I've wanted to do that since my fourth year."

"We could've done this sooner, y'know."

"Yeah, I know…. It's just I was so caught up in the Tournament, then the graveyard, and don't even mention my fifth year."

"It's fine," she kissed his cheek. "All that matters now is the present."

.o.O.o.

As they walked in the Burrow, Ginny casually said, "We're dating." Harry smiled at her bluntness. Hermione beamed, and ran over to them. She hugged Ginny first, saying, "Tell me all about it, later." Ginny winked. Hermione hugged Harry, and leaned down to her ear. "Your turn." Hermione smiled.

Fred and George muttered, "Finally." Molly and Arthur hugged him.

"I know you won't hurt her," he said.

"Say something and I'll castrate you," Ginny said to her brothers.

.o.O.o.

It had been a week now, and most of her brothers would stare at them with a strange expression. And every time they did, Ginny would kiss him, Harry wasn't complaining. Ginny was a bright beam of light in his rather dim life. He loved her, he really did. And they'd only been dating for three weeks. But was telling someone you were in love them the same as saying you loved them? No, because you could love a family member, but not be in love with them.

They were outside snogging star-gazing one night, when Harry finally thought about saying it to her. He rolled over, so did she. Their noses were touching, the stars forgotten. He was going to explain his reasoning, but just-

"I love you."

Ginny sniffed, her eyes tearing up. She obviously thought about his past, with the Dursleys, and how that was a lot, coming from him.

"I love you, too," she said softly. Harry smiled, and he let out breath he didn't know he was holding. He propped himself up on an elbow, and kissed Ginny, hard. Ginny opened her mouth and Harry instinctively pushed his tongue forward. She tasted nothing like he ever imagined she would. Ginny sat up, kissing him harder. Their tongues were slowly exploring the other's mouth. Ginny sat on his now crossed legs and tried to pull him closer. They pulled away slowly and out of breath. With shallow breaths and flushed faces, they smiled at each other.

His hands were on her waist, her arms rested on his shoulders. She leaned down and gave him a short kiss.

.o.O.o.

A/N:Omg, I'm actually really proud of this. This is first time I've written Hogwarts-era Hinny. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please review and tell me what you think.