Harry woke up the next morning feeling truly refreshed, something that hadn't happened in months. Though the connection between his and Voldemort's minds had been closed, flashbacks of Cedric and Sirius were not uncommon. Just as he was beginning to ponder what had caused him to wake up feeling so elated, he remembered.

Ginny. After her having ruled his thoughts for months, he'd finally managed to make his move, and create a reality with her beyond his wildest dreams. Ok, well maybe not his wildest, but most sacred, at any rate.

When he made his way down to the common room, he wasn't surprised to find it mostly empty.

It also didn't come as a surprise to find Ron and Hermione in a corner, surrounded by a pile of books.

Ron's eyes were glazed over, as he stared fixedly at the wall. He looked up, relieved as Harry made his way over to them.

"It's about time you woke up, mate!." Ron said, slapping him on the back.

Harry gave a small, wry smile in return. He was still rather nervous at Ron's lack of hostility at the prospect of him and Ginny, and decided it was best to avoid conversation as much as possible, in case he said the wrong thing that would finally cause Ron to lash out and release his true feelings.

"Now can we finally go down and get some breakfast, Hermione? I'm starved!" Ron said, exasperated.

"Suit yourself, I'm going to get at least five inches done before breakfast, because that'll kill half the burden, and that's five inches less than I'll have to worry about later. And I'm sure Harry would agree, after all he's gone through from procrastinating, right?" Hermione said with a meaningful look at Harry.

"Ermmm..I'm with Ron. I'm starved. Besides, it's Sunday. That essay's not due till Tuesday!" Harry pointed out.

At this, Hermione snapped her book shut with a loud thud.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when you've left everything for the last minute, again." Hermione said, defeated.

"Hey, no one said you had to come with us!" Ron reminded her.

Hermione seemed to ignore this, and followed them grudgingly out of the portrait hole.

Once in the Great Hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found seats next to Ginny and a few of her fellow fifth year friends.

"Morning, guys!" Ginny said cheerily, momentarily stunning Harry as she flashed a dazzling smile directly at him.

"Morning." Harry grinned down at her.

Just then, Ginny stood up to leave.

"Where you going?" Harry looked up at her, taking her hand.

Ginny scowled. "I'm going to fetch some things from my dormitory, than it's off to the library for me. My O.W.L.'s are getting closer and closer each day, and I really have a lot of studying to catch up on." she said regretfully. With that, she bent down to give Harry a quick peck on the lips, turned on her heel, and made her way out of the hall.

Harry took a moment and watched her go, clearly disappointed.

"Well, that settles that! Ginny's busy all day, Harry, so you have no reason to turn down a bit of Quidditch, flying conditions are wonderful! I'll try and see if we can get Dean and Seamus to join even." Ron said happily.

"Don't be ridiculous, surely you're going to spend your time doing-" Hermione started.

"You know, now I think about it, I'm not really very hungry at all." Harry interrupted, hastily standing up to leave.

"Harry, you heard Ginny, she's-" Ron started, but Harry had already jogged out of site.

Harry caught up with her just as she'd reached the top of the marble staircase.

"Hey!" Harry gasped, as he appeared on her right side.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him in surprise. "Harry?" she asked curiously, a slight smile forming in the corners of her lips.

"Do you mind if I walk you back to the common room?" Harry asked her.

"Of course not!" she she said happily, taking his hand in her's.

"Great." Harry said, looking pleased.

"But I meant what I said, Harry." Ginny warned. "I have a ridiculous amount of studying to do, and I forbid you to distract me from it!"

"You forbid me, now do you?" Harry mused, his eyes sparkling as he looked down into her's.

"Yes, I forbid you!" Ginny said firmly.

"Or else what? The giant squid's going to pay me a visit in my sleep and make me his midnight snack?" Harry teased.

"Very funny!" Ginny said sarcastically. "'And no! Or else…" she started.

"Mmhm?" Harry taunted.

"Or else no kissing!" Ginny exclaimed, her big brown eyes looking defiant as ever.

"Or else no kissing. Hm. We'll see about that." Harry said slyly.

With that, he pulled her through the familiar tapestry that he knew to be a shortcut to Gryffindor Tower. He vaguely acknowledged the fact that this was the same corridor he'd once seen Ginny furiously kissing his fellow Gryffindor, Dean Thomas.

Before she had time to resist, he'd pressed her up against the wall, and enclosed her body underneath him with one arm on each side of her.

"I know you told me no distractions," he murmured in her ear, "But all I ask for is fifteen minutes of your time. Is that too much to ask for?" he asked, his bright green eyes gleaming.

She bit her lip, as if inwardly debating.

After a moment, she seemed to decide. "Yes, it is too much to ask for, actually. I've put my foot down, and I'm sticking to it." she forced herself to say.

Harry chose to ignore this, and instead took to breathing softly along her ear. The sound of his deep intake of breath combined with the feel of his hot, moist breath on her overly sensitive ears sent shivers down her spine.

"And I really, really hate to do this, but-" she started, but broke off with a soft moan. Harry's lips had found their way to the exact spot on her neck, the one beneath her ear and along the line where the neck meets the jaw. His warm lips began to suck, and she closed her eyes as he ran his tongue softly around the spot.

"Come on, Harry, you're not being very fair." Ginny said, fighting to block out the feel of his warm, wet tongue against her skin.

Harry lifted his head to meet her eyes again. "Life was never very fair to me." he said softly, "But I can't complain, really. It landed me you." His green eyes were softer than ever as they bore into her's.

He than took no time in sealing the little bit of space that remained between them as he pressed his lips to her's. She kissed him back softly and instinctively ran her tongue along his lips. She knew she shouldn't' be doing this, but the day was still young. What was the harm in fifteen minutes of pleasure?

She placed her hand at the nape of his neck, tangling her fingers with his baby soft hair and pulled his face even closer to her's as their tongues slid into each other's mouths. She felt her lust for him taking over as the passion in the kiss began to rapidly increase.

He slid his hands down the length of her sides and let them rest at her hips. He than lifted her up and pressed her even harder up against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed his hips into her's, allowing her to feel the stirring beneath his slacks. Another moan escaped her lips and she began to kiss him furiously than ever, a new energy bursting inside of her at the feel of him grinding into her.

Dean had never kissed her like this, that she was damned sure of.

Suddenly, she mustered all the energy she had in her and broke the kiss, breathing heavily onto his neck.

"I think your fifteen minutes is up, Harry. Now please, let me down if you know what's good for you." she said seriously.

Apparently he did know what was good for him, because he immediately obliged.

He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand softly. "You have fun studying, k?" he told her, smiling goofily.

"Oh, it'll be a blast, I'm sure." she said with her famous sarcasm, rolling her eyes.

She than wrapped her arms around his neck, placed a few playful pecks on his lips, and turned to head up the stairs, not looking back.

Harry merely stood there and watched her admirably till she was out of site, grinning like the little school boy he was.

He jumped as he heard voices right behind him.

"Ron! Hermione!" Harry uttered, surprised.

Ron seemed be looking fixedly at Harry, than up at the stairs, and back at Harry, as if putting two and two together. Hermione merely stood there, her expression smug as ever.

"So that's what you were up to." was all he managed to get out.

Harry responded with a weak smile.

Much to Harry's relief, that was all he had to say on the subject.

"So you're on for a bit of Quidditch, yeah?" Ron said suddenly.

"Mm, yeah! You know, why don't you go up and fetch my broom? I'll meet you down at the pitch." Harry suggested. He decided it wouldn't be a good idea to chance running into Ginny again. He really did want her to suceeed during her O.W.L.'s. Not to mention, he was rather hungry, seeing as he'd skipped breakfast.

"Yeah, Ron, go on ahead. I'll go with Harry." Hermione told him, "By the way, I brought you some toast. I figured you'd be hungry." she said, thrusting a napkin full of toast into his hands.

"You know, you really are amazing, Hermione." Harry said graciously.

Ron looked back at them suspiciously, than reluctantly continued on up towards Gryffindor tower.

"Sooo?" Hermione asked smugly as they made their way towards the Entrance Hall.

"So what?" Harry replied, playing dumb.

"Oh, never mind, you're hopeless." Hermione said, shaking her head.

Harry grinned. For once in his life, he felt content. It didn't matter what Malfoy was doing in the Room of Requirement, it didn't matter how Dumbledore was faring on his search for more Horcruxes, it didn't matter that he had a small pile of homework he knew he eventually had to tackle. It didn't even matter to him what Voldemort was up to at this moment in time, because at this moment in time, Harry felt invincible. He had the girl, he had his broomstick, but most importantly, he had the support of his best friends. And that, to him, was all that mattered.

A/N: so that's the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy it. I'm not really sure where this first installment of my planned trilogy is going, so if any of you have suggestions, I will gladly consider them! R&&R please, and I'll return the favor.