Hello my darling fellow fanfictioners! I'm back! Only because it's the summer holidays and everyone I know is out of town... so I have decided to devote my time to writing another fic, because I'm just itching to get back in the game and start writing. Once school starts, I won't be able to do much I'm afraid, because I'm starting my GCSE years. There's always Christmas and Easter and whatever other holidays I have. Oh and don't worry, I fully intend to finish this fic before school starts – I wouldn't torture you guys so much as to leave the ending till next year. Well enjoy this one – my summer project! Please review with any comments – constructive criticism is always welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything… if I did, then I'd be the richest woman on earth, duh!

Roasting Marshmallows

Chapter 1

It was a bright and sunny morning and a little alarm clock on a bedside table suddenly went off, indicating that it was exactly 7:30. A hand reached out from under the covers of the bed nearby and pressed the snooze button. A ruffled head that emerged from under the cover then followed the hand. The body of Harry Potter fully emerged and he stretched his arms above his head and yawned. Getting out slowly he made his way to the bathroom in his bungalow.

He was just in the process of starting his shave when through the bathroom mirror he saw a large suitcase packed on the floor next to him. His drowsy mind took some time thinking over it, and then with a rush he remembered. He remembered what day it was and what he was going to be late for if he didn't hurry up.

At that very same time, not too far away from Harry's apartment, a redheaded young woman was applying the finishing touches to her make-up. Satisfied, she had a quick look around her own apartment to make sure she had left nothing important behind and then, gathering up her bags, headed out the door.

She walked up the narrow street that was slowly filling up with people, until she came to a junction. She took the turn that said "Godric's Hollow" and walked up another lane before she came in sight of a large bungalow. She walked up to the door and knocked. She heard a loud thump, which was followed by an "Ow!" before the door opened. Harry Potter, looking just as dishevelled as he had when he had awoken, smiled when he saw Ginny at his doorstep.

"Sorry Gin," he said, ushering her in, "I'm still kinda… getting ready."

"That's ok," she grinned back, "I'm a bit early anyway. The train leaves at 9:30."

"So what time are Ron and Hermione getting there?" asked Harry, while he desperately tried to get Hedwig into her cage, "They are coming together aren't they?"

"No they're not," said Ginny, who had taken over the getting-hedwig-into-cage-while-taking-the-risk-of-being-severely-scratched-by-the-bird's-talons job from Harry, "Hermione's parents are leaving for Mongolia this week and she'd gone to see them for the weekend. She'll come from there and Ron will come as soon as his boss gives consent for his leave."

"Oh, ok," said Harry, who had finally ­gotten out of his pyjamas and had combed his hair to the best of is ability, "Ok, well I'm ready. Let's go shall we."

The two of them grabbed their bags and walked out of the house. They walked back down the street that Ginny had come by and when they came to the junction, they took the turn that said "Station Shuttle Pick-Up Point". They walked for about a minute before they came to a bus stop where a crowd of people were already assembled. Harry and Ginny put down their bags and sunk onto one of the benches.

"God, I hardly got any sleep last night," said Harry, rubbing his tired eyes, "That real estate person came over again and tried to persuade me into turning the house into a museum."

"I hope you turned her straight down!" exclaimed Ginny, "You wouldn't ever consider it, would you?"

"I don't know," said Harry seriously, "it's too big for me, and I only wanted to stay a while to pay respect to my parents."

"It's the most beautiful house I've ever seen," said Ginny fervently, "And I will never forgive you if you let it be turned into a museum!"

She said the last word with such utmost disgust that Harry couldn't help chuckling.

"Don't worry, Ginny." He said, lightly squeezing her arm, "I'd never do anything without your permission."

An old lady sitting near them had been amusedly watching their conversation. She now smiled, leaned across and tapped Harry on the arm.

"Engaged couple, eh?" she said, loud enough for the entire bus stop to hear, "I can tell! Best time of one's life, it is!"

Harry and Ginny blushed scarlet, and Harry managed to mumble, "No, we're not… exactly..."

The old lady didn't seem to be embarrassed at her. She just smiled some more, and turned back around in her seat. Harry mock-glared at her, and then grinned at Ginny. Ginny smiled back, and waved away any feelings of embarrassment the stupid old lady had caused her. Harry and herself had been together ever since his last year at Hogwarts. That was a solid 2 years. But certainly not solid enough to be ready for marriage. She loved Harry with all her heart and she knew he reciprocated, but just being around Ron and Hermione proved to them that they still had a long way to go before they could be as perfect for each other as their friends were. Then again, Ron and Hermione had been best friends since they were 11, so that put them a good many years ahead of Harry and Ginny too.

Harry and Ginny made small talk for a while more, waiting for the bus to arrive. They lived so close to each other that most of the time it felt like they were living together. They knew everything there was to know about each other's lives already, and so they fell into an easy silence, only speaking when they felt the urge.

The bus finally arrived, and the small horde of people clambered on, pushing for seats. Harry immediately pulled Ginny as far away from the old lady as he could. They ended up squished between two fat men, one of whom was noisily enjoying his packed breakfast of bacon sandwiches, and the other who was sweating profusely.

"Why aren't we apparating again?" muttered Harry, leaning closer to Ginny so he wouldn't have to touch the sweaty man.

"Well I'm not very good, you know that," whispered back Ginny, "And with all our luggage, it would've been damn near impossible for me, ok?"

"Ok, ok," said Harry, "But that doesn't change the fact that this guy stinks like the time the Giant Squid took a Giant Dump on the shore!"

Ginny burst out laughing and punched Harry playfully on the arm.

"I have an idea on how to save you," she said suddenly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Come here."

She started kissing him, running her hands over his face and up to his hair. Harry was completely surprised but got into it quickly enough. He could hardly conceal his shock when Ginny started moaning into his mouth however. He went slightly pink because he could feel curious glances being thrown in his direction, and even caught sight of a triumphant smile on the lips of the old lady.

"Ginny" he tried protesting into her mouth, but she simply intensified her movements practically pushing him down so he was bumping into the perspiring man. The man with the sandwiches seemed to be enjoying the show, and was still stuffing his mouth and acting as though he was in a movie theatre. The sweaty man however was getting annoyed and when Ginny started reaching underneath Harry's shirt, he abruptly stood up and made his way to a corner seat somewhere up the bus.

Harry and Ginny brought their show of passion to an end and shuffled up a bit to occupy the departed man's seat as well as their own.

"Brilliant idea, Ginny." laughed Harry, reaching over and wiping her mouth, which was completely smudged with lipstick.

Ginny grinned, and the two of them sat back to enjoy the rest of the journey comfortably.