Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because JK Rowling owns that, and I don't own Twilight, because Stephenie Meyer owns that, nor do I own the connection between Cedric Diggory and Edward Cullen, because Robert Pattinson owns that.

But, I do own this fanfic, and that's because I wrote that, but everything's just borrowed… I'm just twisting it all together…And I do own the term Flavored Wandsickles…but I think that's all.

A/N: I'm getting really excited, but sometimes I'm just lazy, so I'm warning you forthwith that I may have a tendency to not be active as a fanfic writer.

Harry strode at a quick pace down the mountain, eager to see Ginny. He had to prevent himself from running, but he did not want to present himself to Ginny sweat-stained and looking like he was sick – he wanted this day to be special.

With each step closer to Hogsmeade that he took, his heart lurched. Once he reached Hogsmeade, which was bustling with tons of Hogwarts students, he passed through the crowds, not even caring if he stumbled or bumped into anyone. He was too excited to care, and he doubted that in all the ruckus that anyone would notice.

In due time, he spotted the famous Weasley red hair bobbing towards Honeydukes. He smiled inwardly, knowing she was going to buy some of her favorite Flavored Wandsickles due to the extreme hot heat. Ginny wandered amongst the crowds with Luna and with Collin Creevey closely following her. (A/N: I forgot whether he died or not, but he's in here, and he's not important, anyway.)

The monster within Harry roared with anger at the sight of him. He was filled with envy that Collin Creevey was able to gaze at Ginny like he did now, while Ginny acknowledged his presence. The beast within him, however, calmed down when Ginny darted away, trying to ignore him, and quickly, Harry followed.

He ambushed her from behind, and pulled her to him, grabbing her waist. She screamed, and all everyone saw was an unknown force pulling Ginny about. Most people thought that she was hexed or something of the sort, but Luna gazed at the sight with a twinkle in her eye, as she seemingly knew what was happening.

Harry didn't care that he had an audience. He held Ginny still to dismiss their attention.

"Hello? Who's doing this? Let me go!" Ginny snarled.

"Ginny, aren't you glad to see me?" Harry whispered into her ear.

"Hang on, I know that voice," she turned to face who was holding her, but ended up looking through thin air. "There's only one person I know that could possibly be doing this to me." She relaxed into Harry's hold and followed his arms to his shoulders, tracing his torso, and finally pulling him into an embrace. "I missed you, Harry," she mumbled into his chest.

"I missed you too," was his only reply.

Luna spoke, snapping the reunited couple out of their reverie, "I'll just go someplace else, and let you two catch up. I suggest you don't go to Madame Puddifoot's tea house. Their little cupids attract Wrackspurts."

Harry smiled, thinking about what they would talk about once Luna left.

"No that's not necessary, Luna. We're just going to go to the Hog's Head, right Harry?"

Harry's smile wiped off his face. At least he was still with Ginny. He thanked the gods that he was invisible to them both. Finally he responded, "Sure we can go."

Luna smiled.

The Hog's Head, as usual, was empty except for a few adults occupying some of the booths. The three settled themselves in one as well. They chose the dark corner, far from the window, where Harry couldn't be seen.

"Hello, Aberforth," Ginny smiled at the bartender. "Look who came with us," she motioned to the seat next to her, which a visible Harry now occupied.

A smile came across the old man's face. "Three butterbeers, then, I take it?"

"Yes please," Ginny said. It was then that she finally faced Harry, looking at him directly for the first time. It seemed to Harry, that it had been ages since she was last in her arms – a time that was only a few minutes ago.

"So, what's happened to you, Ron, and Hermione?"

"Nothing, we've just been hiding a bit. It seems that we have stalkers. But thankfully the Ministry's backing down. Reporters used to follow us everywhere, and Rita Skeeter, with her being an Animagus was the hardest to shake off.

She's trying to make another one of her bibliographies, and this time it's about us. I'm just glad that she lay off about me and Hermione, because Ron yelled at her 'She's with me, and Harry's going with my sister.' That was when she wrote –"

"About you being some player and how you and Ron were mortal enemies because you were dating me, and Ron being overprotective, as he not is, tried stopping you, and that ruined the friendship. Yeah, I saw the article," Ginny interrupted.

"I have to admit, it was pretty funny that Ronald would try to stop this, because out of all the people in the world, Harry had been the only one that he approved of," Luna spoke.

Then, three butterbeers were slid onto their table in surprisingly clean glasses. "You're lucky, kids," the bartender addressed them, "I play favorites." and he flashed a toothy grin at the three.

"Cheers," the three said, and their glasses met and chimed in the air.

"So what's going on at school?" Harry asked.

Ginny beamed. "Guess what? I've been made Head Girl, and so has Luna."

"That's great! Who's Gryffindor's Head Boy?"

"McLaggen," Ginny scowled.

"I feel sorry for you," and he pulled her into a tight embrace.

He looked toward Luna, who had pulled The Quibbler and started reading it in her upside-down fashion. "Don't mind me, I did tell you that it would be pointless bringing me, though."

"No you didn't," Harry and Ginny said in unison.

They laughed.

The perfect day was coming to an end, and Harry only looked forward to the next Hogsmeade trip. Luna wandered off by herself, mumbling about them needing to continue doing whatever they needed to be doing, and not minding her, and she'd just be on her way. She disappeared through the crowds, and left Harry and Ginny to themselves.

The two sat down on a bench along the street, watching the sun sink down the horizon and disappearing behind the mountains.

"It's time to go," Ginny said a little disappointed, "I don't know when the next trip is. How did you find out though?"

"I know things," Harry smiled, "You should go, before Filch or someone else has to fetch you down here. You'll get detention or something and be banned from trips for the rest of the year. I don't want that happening."

"Okay," Ginny whispered, as she leaned in to kiss him, her arms finding their way around his neck, pulling them closer. Harry pulled her gently by the waist, and he closed the distance between them, savoring the feel of her lips upon his, and Ginny broke away, "I really should go now."

"Yeah."

"Till next time, then?"

"Of course."

"Bye, Ginny. I love you."

Ginny blushed crimson, her face matching her hair. "I love you too, Harry. Bye."

Harry watched her small figure turn round the corner, and then she was gone. Smiling to himself as he pulled on his cloak and turned back towards camp in the mountains, feeling incredibly light-hearted.

"Wipe that smile off your face," Ron said, looking disgusted when Harry entered the cavern. "Sorry mate, but it's creeping me out."

"Ron," Hermioned hissed, "Be sensitive."

"Well? How'd it go?" Ron asked.

Hermione muttered something about Ron's comment not being what she meant.

"It went well. We actually got clean cups from the Hog's Head. Aberforth said he played favorites," he recalled the day's events.

"Bloody hell, I never thought those could be cleaned."

"Ginny's been made Head Girl, because you two left. And blimey, so has Luna."

"Bloody hell, I think McGonagall's playing favorites."

"Not really, McLaggen made it as Head Boy."

"Forget what I said then."

Hermione spoke up from her corner of the floor, "So Harry, how do you feel? What did you do?"

"Oh please, Hermione, like you care about that stuff. It's not like he cares about what we do? Why should you ask?"

With Ron's comment, Hermione blushed crimson, and Harry stared blankly at the couple now cuddling on the floor.

Ron, who was now stroking his girlfriend's neck looked up at him, "What? All we do is cuddle."

Harry ignored everything going through his mind about Ron and Hermione and focused his thoughts back on Ginny. "Well, of course, I was happy, but Collin Creevey was following her. That dolt. We talked about Quidditch and watched the sunset together. And then she had to go."

"That's it?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, that's, bloody well it. It's like Ron said, you don't tell me details, and I don't tell you." Harry responded, annoyed that Hermione was trying to get into something so un-Hermione-like. Girly gossip wasn't his thing.

"Ok," Hermione said, feeling hurt.

Ron glared at Harry, and hugged her gently, kissing her cheeks, trying to calm her down.

And all Harry could think about was when he'd be able to see Ginny again.

A/N: That's it, there's a bit of fluff in here, so don't mind it. I'm trying to build up the story, so I'm sorry that you have to wait for the actual thing. But, I'm hoping that you like it so far. Please R&R!