A/N: Heya! This is my first HarryxGinny FanFic! Yay! I hope you all like it! Oh, for the parts where it's Ginny's P.O.V., I changed it to where it made sense, such as the 'he's' are 'she's' and stuff.

Song: Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

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Teenage Dirtbags in Love

Harry sighed as he looked over at the red-headed girl in front of her. The War was over. While he was fighting Voldemort, he had only had one thing on his mind: Her. Ginevra Weasly.

Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour

He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Wha?! Oh. Ron. Just you."

His best friend pursed his lips, huffing, "Well. That's nice. Thanks alot Mate." He sighed and said, "Come on Mate, Potions."


Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

Harry nodded, but stayed a few feet behinde Ron and Hermione as they held hands and laughed. He was glad for his friends, finally being together. He knew it was what they'd wanted, and he was happy that they were.

He had to keep down a roar of anger as Ginny walked past him, her latest boy-toy's arm wrapped around her waist.

Right now, Harry wanted nothing more than to be up in the Common Room, listening to his Weird Sisters album.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

Ginny looked back at Harry, feeling a familiar clutching in her stomache. Her boyfriend, John, had been droning on about...something. Only when he laughed did she take her eyes off of Harry's form. "I'm sorry... My mind was elsewhere, what did you say?"

He raised his blonde eyebrow, "I said, 'I wonder why Potter's been staring at you all week.'"

Ginny was purely shocked. What? He's beenstaring at her? But...he dumped her! Why... "Oh, no reason I'm sure..."

She watched Hermione turn to talk to Harry, and felt instantly jealous.

His girlfriend's a dick
And she brings a gun to school
And she'd sI'mply kick
My ass if she knew the truth

She tried to spend as much time as she could eith Hermione to see if she felt anything for Harry. But, she came up with nothing. Hermione was head-over-heels for Ron.

But, what got Ginny was, how could you spend that much time with someone as wonderful as Harry and not love them? Ginny decieded that Hermione was a great actress.

She lives on my block
And she drives an Iroc
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

Ginny spent the whole afternoon convinsing herself that Hermione didn't fancy Harry. That she herself was the only female in all of Hogwarts who did. Either that, or, they were all just as convinced as she used to be that Hermione and him were and item.

Hermione walked over to her, "Hey Ginny! We're all going to Hogsmeade later on, wanna come?"

Ginny nodded, "Sure. But...first...I gotta...do something."

"John?"

"Yeah."

Ginny left Hermione to do something that'd become quite a hobby of her's...break up with her boyfriend.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

Harry ran a hand through his hair, sighing again. I'm a bloody idiot. There's no way she loves me...

Then why was she staring at you?

I'm The Boy Who Lived, lately, who hasn't been staring at me...

Fine! Go ahead and sulk, meanwhile, she's being swept off her feet by her boyfriend DuJour!

Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin

Ginny groaned, wanting to get it through Johns head that it was through.

"John, listen. I truly am--"

"It's about Potter isn't it?"

Ginny flushed, "N-No."

"Yes it is!" he yelled, "I've seen the way you two look at each other! You're in love with another bloke!"

Ginny felt her hart stop. She didn't just fancy Harry. "You're right."

He opened his mouth to yell again, but shut it abruptly, "I...what?"

She smiled widely, looking somewhat mad. "You're right. I'm in love with Harry Potter."

Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me


Later on that day in Hosmeade, Harry was talking to Ron about school, Quiddtich and Hermione, when Ginny walked into the room.

Harry instantly fell silent as his throat dried up, like everytime he laid eyes on the gorgeous being infront of him. Girl wasn't enough. Neither was woman. The only word close enough was Goddess, though that didn't even signify it well enough.

His heart burst when Ginny smiled at him and started twoard him, her eyes never leaving his.

Harry also stood up, leaving Ron curious at the behavior of his best mate.

This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about me

He walked forward three steps until he and Ginny were right up against each other.

"Hi." he whispered.

She smiled. "Hey."

"So..."

She sighed, her cheeks poofing out, "I broke up with John."

'I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you...'

"Wh...Why?"

Ginny almost laughed, but controlled it. "Because Potter. I'm complete over the bloody moon in love with you."

Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin

Harry smiled. "Ginny..."

"What?"

He kissed her nose. "I'm abso-" left cheek, "bleeding-lutley," right cheek, "head over heels," right eyelid, "down on my knees," left eyelid. He paused, looking deep into her eyes. "In love with you."

She smiled as she presed her lips to his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and deepened the kiss. He'd never felt happier.

3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3

Ginny melted into the kiss and smiled even wider as Harry's tongue entered her mouth. Sighing happily, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving how she could feel evry inch of his body, and the warmth that it radiated.

She must be in heaven.

No...

Heaven couldn't be better.