A/N: This takes place ten months after the final battle.


Hot- Avril Lavigne

I want to lock you up in my closet
Where no one's around
I want to put your hand in my pocket
Because you're allowed

I want to drive you into the corner
And kiss you without a sound
I want to stay this way forever
I'll say it loud

Now you're in and you can't get out

You make me so hot, make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous, I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous, you're so good to me, baby; baby
You're so good to me, baby; baby

Ginny giggled as Harry grabbed her wrist gently and lead her down the corridor; Filch was somewhere nearby. They ran all the way to the end, and turned right.

"In here!" Ginny hissed, as she spied a broom cupboard.

Harry opened the door and the two of them rushed inside, closing the old wooden door as quietly as they could.

"The one time I don't bring my cloak with me, is the one time Filch decides he wants to check out our private bit of corridor." Harry whispered in the darkness

Ginny reached out to touch his arm. "Well it's not like you will be getting in to trouble; since technically you're no longer a student here. If anyone should be worried about Filch right now, it should be me. "

Harry arched an eyebrow; even though he knew Ginny couldn't see it. "I'll have you to know Miss Weasley; that you getting detention for being out of bed after hours will cause just as much trouble for me as it will for you."

"How so?" Ginny challenged.

"Because I'll never hear the end of it." Harry ducked when he heard the sound of a hand swishing through the air.

"Prat" Ginny muttered.

Harry let out a throaty laugh, and pulled Ginny towards him. Ginny almost melted when she felt his warm breath on her ear. "Enough of this chit chat…now where were we?"

Ginny smiled; she grabbed a hold of his robes and pushed him in to the corner. Her lips found his neck. "Right about here." She murmured against his skin.