A/n: We'll, it is indeed time for an update.

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When we finally pull away from one another moments – days, years, eons – later, she looks pleased. Her eyes are still closed and a small smile is on her swollen lips. I am quite pleased with myself, the electricity from the kiss still coursing through me. You're babbling again.

"I'm sorry," she finally says flushed. She notices how close to one another we are and the papers she was holding previously that are strewn about the floor; I'm still holding her against myself. Obviously flustered she opens her mouth to explain why she's sorry, but I cut her off with my mouth. Go Ginny, go Ginny… This time I explore her deeply. Her hands burying into my hair pull me closer, deeper, harder.

She pulls me down on top of her and I am running my hands over her lithe frame, breaching the confines of her sweater. Settling myself between her thighs – my dream come true – she moans at the ministrations of my hands on her hot flesh and my weight settling upon her. Running her fingernails above the hemline on my slacks, she breaks the kiss.

"I'm sorry," she says again, this time huskily, "for not saying anything sooner."

I just smile in response and brush a stray hair from her face.

I can feel her squirm under my gaze. "What?" she asks incredulously.

"Nothing. I'm just really happy is all." I lean down to gently convey what I mean. We get lost in one another for a long time again. Our hands are roaming shamelessly, though we're new to this. But suddenly I feel her stiffen, then her lips away from mine, then a gentle shaking beneath me. I register that she's laughing; and now I'm the one incredulously staring at her.

"This is absurd, you know?" She's smiling at me.

"How so?" I manage, stroking the soft skin beneath the pads of my fingers.

She glances over to the door to the prefect hallway, "We could be all cozy in my bed… alone… instead of sprawled on a couch in the commons for all to see."

A giggle works its way through me at the absurdity of the situation. We were just so taken by the moment. You'd better climb off of her and lead the way to more private places. I do as I'm told, taking her hand, "We'd better be off then."

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Once in her room she gets awkward and quiet. She carries books from her bed to her desk, where she begins to cap her ink and clean her quills.

"Are you okay?"

She looks at the ink on her hands and then back at me.

"Yes," she wipes off her hands, gives me a small kiss, and locks the door. She settles herself on the edge of the bed; cross legged, leaning back on her hands. "I'm just so… surprised. And pleased." A smile elegantly graces her features again.

I flop down next to her face down, suddenly panicking. What's happening? Am I really going to do this? I've dreamt of this moment and I'm not sure what to think. Everything happened so quickly, yet we were out there for over an hour. Don't worry. How can you tell me that at a time like this?

I feel her hand on the small of my back, soothing me. I roll so I'm facing her. She smiles and waves her wand, muting the lights and lighting some candles. After setting down her wand she lays her head on my chest, hand under my shirt caressing my stomach.

Can't she hear how hard my heart is beating? It feels as though it's exploding from my chest.

"I really like you Ginny, and I want you to stay here tonight." I tense and she can feel my apprehension, "But no pressure for anything, I just wanted to maybe talk a little. I'd like to sort things out."

"Like how," I hear myself respond, not really a question.

She sighs, "I don't know." She rubs her face thoughtfully against the uniform shirt I am still wearing – tie lost somewhere along the way. I start running my hand absently through her hair and she settles back into kissing me, not too terribly troubled with things that still need to be sorted, apparently.

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I wake up next to her and we're curled together like cats. Her breathing is still heavy and even so I don't move – I'd hate to wake her.

So, things went well… all things considered. What do you mean 'all things considered'? Just the fact that you're so thick headed. You're sounding a bit smug this morning. We didn't even do anything. I just told you so is all. Told me what? That she likes you. She didn't even need to read your silly note. It wasn't that silly. Oh, really? Ok maybe a little… and I guess you did tell me so.

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It has been three nights and four days since the confession of Hermione Granger and still our status is in question…Namely by you…I make it to Divination just in the nick of time, not that Trelawney would have noticed anyway. I take my seat in the back and let the glowing atmosphere of the incense and candles carry me away for the time being. Unfortunately, that leaves me with my thoughts to deal with.

Hermione and I have spent six hours in one another's company – not including meals; two hours a night for homework help mainly – and it seems we're always interrupted before we even have a chance to talk. No invites for a sleepover or anything. First of all, you're a little creepy. Second of all you're both really busy and sleepovers would mean less sleep when you really need it. The evenings during the week are no time for fooling around…Pun intended? All I'm saying is that you're fretting over nothing. This happened on Monday…today is Friday, that means there is the weekend to deal with things. You do have a point…I know, I'm brilliant…No, you're annoying. My main point of this rambling speech is: You've got to catch up so you actually have time to study for your OWLs so subsequently she has a reason to spend more alone time with you. You're saying she wants me to do my homework so she can get in my pants? I'm saying she likes helping you as a show of affection; stop being a sodding smartass.

The best part of Divination is that Trelawney will think you're in a trance when you're zoned out. "Well done today Miss Weasley," she says as I'm walking out the door. I wave and begin my descent down the stairs where – oddly enough – stood Hermione Granger. Well look who it is. Stop sounding so smug. Stop scowling at me when you're looking at her.

"Hi there," I blurt. "What are you doing all the way up here? I thought you wouldn't be caught dead here." I motion toward the class I just walked out of.

She offers me a small smile of embarrassment, "I wanted to see you." She fumbles nervously with her Ancient Rune tome…textbook…right, textbook. And she looks down momentarily, trying to decide if she's being too forward, "I want to see you later too. We haven't spent as much quality time together as I'd like." She blushes a little at the implications of her statements. Should that be italicized? I can tell the difference between you and her, and the difference between an innocent comment and not.

"Yeah…sure…later…whenever you want," I sputter. Not you at your most suave.

We stare awkwardly at each other, never directly making eye contact. As the passing period draws closer to its end I panic. We haven't made any real plans. She was waiting for a real response.

"Would you like to meet in the Commons before dinner so we can go together?" Where did that come from?

Hermione is taken aback as well, "I'd really like that." She fidgets with her book a little more and then looks back up at me, "So I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." I watch her grin and shyly hurry away towards one of the passages so she can make it to class on time. You were keeping her busy and distracted…somehow. I'm pretty sure you asked her to dinner too. Oh my… you're right! Congratulations. Now run, you're going to be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Fucking hell."