A.N: HI! I'm back. Big surprise. Anyway. I can't really have a regular update thing but I will try to do it fairly often. I got a really good response from this story and some really good suggestions for the next chapter so here it is. It's funny. This story could pass as following along with the sixth book except Voldmort is still alive in the books. Umm, Ginny was calling Harry almost her brother but she didn't know that he liked her in that way or she probably would have been all over him. That's just how my stories go. This chapter will probably be a bit longer…

ON WITH THE STORY!


Ron

When I opened the door to Ginny's bedroom, I was immediately glad that I had walked up the stairs quietly. I opened the door just in time to see Harry lean down and kiss Ginny on the lips. I stood transfixed as he pulled away.

She shook her head.

"Don't stop." He leaned in and they kissed again… for much longer this time. Neither seemed to have seen me yet. I closed the door quietly and went back down stairs to my room. Hermione was still getting dressed.

"Hey Ron. I- what's wrong?" For she had seen my face.

"I just caught my best friend making out with my little sister." I said, a little scared.

"Did they see you?"

"No."

Well let's go interrupt them." With that, she got up, exited the room, and started stomping, as loudly as she could, up the stairs. I wondered what she was doing before it came to me. This gives them time to pull themselves together before we get up there. So I followed my girlfriend up the stairs. When we got to Ginny's room, they were sitting on opposite sides of the room talking about the music that Ginny was listening to. I didn't miss that they were both blushing.


Hermione

I decided that it was about time that Harry and Ginny got together. I was tired of them running from each other. I was also sure that it was about time for me to do something about it when Ron brought me the interesting news that he had caught them making out in Ginny's room. At first I thought it was good but then it hit me. What might the fact that they were alone, in Ginny's room, where no one could hear them, lead to. So I told Ron to go interrupt them.

Up stairs in Ginny's room, we talked about all sorts of things; music, boys, school, books, Ginny's pictures. I asked as many leading questions as I could, but when ever we got close to one of them confessing that they had kissed, the other changed the subject. At one point in the discussion, Harry asked Ron if he could talk to him in the hall. When they came back in, Harry was even redder and Ron looked satisfied. I wondered if Harry had admitted to him when Ron smiled at me. Then I knew. The rest of the time was spent talking about Quidditch.


Harry

I had become very good at disguising what I'm thinking. I'm able to talk to my friends and fight with myself at the same time. That was how no one guessed what my thoughts were.

I have to tell Ron.

He'll hit you.

But if I explain it to him-

He'll hit you.

He might not.

He will too.

Not.

To.

Not.

To.

Not.

To.

Not.

To.

Not.

To.

Not.

To.

Not.

Do you really want to find out?

No. Yes. No. Yes. Maybe.

"Ron, can I talk to you for a second?" The words were out before I could stop them. He nodded and followed me out of the room.

"Ikissedyoursister." The words tumbled out.

"What?"

"I kissed Ginny." I said slowly. Ron nodded.

"I know." I must have looked confused because he explained. "I walked in on you guys. I guess I'm ok with it. Just don't let mum find out." I stared at him blankly.

"You're… ok with it? Really?"

"Really." My face broke into a huge smile. Ok so I'm not that good at hiding what I'm thinking.

"Well ok then."


Ginny

Dear Diary,

I'm glad Harry talked to Ron. I wouldn't have been able to face his wrath. I'm also relieved Harry finally showed that he liked me. It was getting hard pretending that I just liked him as a brother. I wish he had told me sooner. I'll never hear the end of it from Fred and George.

It was very romantic, the way Harry kissed me. Perfect timing and all. We were in my room. I don't know why Harry came up in the first place. I ran over to him and hugged him. He asked me if I missed him and, of course, I told him that I did. Then he kind of looked into my eyes for a long time. Finally he leaned down and kissed me. And then he did it again, but more forcefully. I was I heaven. You know how long I have wanted I kiss Harry. I loved it.

Oh there's mom. It's dinner time. Bye.

Gin-Gin

Oh, we kissed,

That perfect kiss,

I'm glad it's one,

I didn't miss.

During dinner Harry and I sat closer together than normal. Not so close that it was noticeable but just close enough to play footsie under the table.

After dinner, we went back upstairs. This time we all sat in Ron's room. Hermione sat in Ron's lap and Ron sat on his desk chair. Harry and I sat on the bed... really close to each other… ok fine I might as well as been sitting on Harry's lap but he didn't seem to mind. The topics ranged everywhere. When ever some one came in we scooted apart quickly but besides that Harry and I looked as if we were joined at the hip. Finally, mom came in and announced that it was time for bed.

Hermione got up and went down to her room (we each had our own room because we were the only ones, besides Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, in the house) and Harry walked me up to mine before continuing up to his. I laid in bed for what felt like forever, but couldn't sleep.


Harry

After everyone went to bed, I was just laying there wondering what I should do. I couldn't sleep so I had to do something else. Suddenly, Ginny's face popped into my head. I wonder if she is sleeping. I could pop in on her and see. Would Appariting into her room be too forward? Would Ginny mind that I was being forward? Am I willing to find out? Yes, I think I am. With that thought, I concentrated on Ginny's room and willed myself there. With a loud pop, I appeared in Ginny's desk chair, as she sat upright in bed.

"Who's there?" Her voice sounded as if she already knew.

"It's just me", I replied. "I couldn't sleep."

"Me neither." I thought for a second before choosing my next words.

"Ginny."

"Yeah Harry."

"We need to talk." She sighed, sounding kind of sad. "I'm really happy that you like me and that I like you but you should know… we move at your pace. It can go as fast or as slow as you want." I waited as she thought this over. Finally, she spoke.

"Harry," she began," do you know the real reason that I broke up with Michael? No I suppose you don't. I only ever told Hermione. One day, we were kissing, as couples our age do, when he tried to get me to have sex with him. I didn't want to. He almost raped me before Hermione found us and put a stop to it. The next day we reported him to McGonagall. That's why he had that huge detention in my fourth year, your fifth. And here you are telling me that we can move at my pace. Harry." She sounded like she was going to cry. "Do you know how happy that makes me?"

There was a long silence then- "No Ginny. I don't. But from the sounds of it, pretty darn happy." There was another silence.

"Harry."

"Yeah Ginny?"

"Come here."

I got up and walked over to her bed and sat down next to her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. Then she laid down, pulling me down with her and we kissed again, like we thought we would never see each other again. Her fingers were tangled in my hair and my hands were on her body, feeling her curves, her silky hair, her soft skin.

She worked her hands under my shirt and pulled it off, feeling my body, working magic on my nerves. I looked at her and she nodded, giving me permission to remove her nightshirt, and I did. My hands were on her body, silky and smooth. But we were to go no further that night, for at that moment I heard footsteps on the stairs. I swiftly kissed Ginny one more time and apparated back to my own room. I wondered about those discarded shirts for the longest time. Did we almost have sex? Did that mean that Ginny trusted me unlike Michael? Did we just get carried away? As I drifted off to sleep I remembered that I had left my shirt in Ginny's room.


A.N:
So…? What do you think? I am evil, yes? But they can't do it yet. Maybe later but not now. Review please.