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Monday morning arrived all too soon, and with it came normal classes. Harry made his way down to the Great Hall with Ron to find Hermione and Ginny already sitting at the table, their heads huddled together.

"Hey girls, what's going on?"

"Look!" Ginny exclaimed with a grin, handing something to Harry.

"Quidditch captain? Ginny, that's amazing!" Harry joined her in celebration, looking down at the small badge in his hand.

"McGonagall just came down to give it to me. She said that she wanted to wait until after the exams to give it to me."

"I wonder why she waited so long." Hermione cut in. "I mean, seeing as you were captain last year..."

"Yeah, but it was only for a month or two before the Carrows cancelled the League. We'd only played one match which we barely won. I definitely thought Harry was going to get this now he's back in school."

"Oh come on Ginny, the team literally fell apart with me as captain. 3 of the 7 I chose at the beginning of the year didn't play in some matches. Seeing as there are only three matches that's saying something."

"Harry, you know none of that was your fault."

"Nah, it doesn't really make sense to have the seeker as the captain. They're kind of separate in the matches, aren't they? They aren't really in on the plays and stuff." Ron commented.

Harry was slightly taken aback. He had never realised that Ron had felt that way, but he could definitely see his point. The seeker wasn't in amongst the rest of the team during matches. There had definitely been plays that Harry had tried to teach the team last year only to have someone point out things that seemed obvious to the chasers or the beaters or even the keeper. He understood that it wasn't anything personal against Harry, it's just that the role of seeker wasn't conducive to being captain.

Harry could see Ginny looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction to Ron's words. He caught her eye and shrugged.

"It's true. I just kind of float around while everyone else is zooming around and tackling each other." He said with a grin. "Really well done, Gin!"

Harry had his own visit from the staff table but it wasn't nearly as exciting as Ginny's. Halfway through breakfast, Slughorn descended from the staff table and started making his way over to Harry.

"So, Harry m'boy, I thought we might as well get on with our lessons. I was thinking meet me in the dungeon at eight and we can have a go at Amortentia. We're starting with the second half of the syllabus but I'm sure you'll be well able. It should only take about an hour and a half. How does that suit you?"

"Yes, professor, that suits me very well. Thank you." Harry tried to appear enthusiastic and grateful to Professor Slughorn for giving up his time but all it earned him was a smirk from Ron and Ginny.

"Great, see you this evening then."

"Looking forward to it, professor." Harry called after him, feeling slightly ridiculous.

All too soon, breakfast was over and Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione were leaving the Great Hall to head to their first Transfiguration class of 7th year. The day was, as expected, a tiring one. Even lunch was only a brief respite before Harry had to leave the others to go to potions class by himself. On reaching the dungeon, he didn't recognise anyone in the classroom with him and found the way they were all staring at him very off-putting. He settled himself into a desk at the back, pulled out his book and set about making the Draught of Living Death. Fortunately it turned out much better for him this time. He didn't try any clockwise stirs and, given enough time, his potion did eventually turn transparent. Yet still, it was with great relief that he heard the bell ring for dinner.

It wasn't until after dinner that the day started to look up. He and Ginny were making their way back to the common room having left Hermione and Ron in the Great Hall. They had just reached the 7th floor when Ginny turned to Harry and started to lean in. Just at the last second though, she turned her head and whispered in his ear.

"Obscura!" Everything went black.

"Eh, Ginny?" But she just took his hand wordlessly and starting leading him further along the corridor.

"Ginny!" Harry whined. "I can't see!"

"That's the idea Harry. Don't you trust me?" Harry didn't need to be able to see to know what GInny's grin looked like in that moment.

Finally, they came to a stop and Ginny let go. He heard her retreating footsteps.

"Gin, you can't leave me like this!"

To his relief, he heard her footsteps approaching him again. But just as he reached out for her, she turned and started to walk away again. After just a few steps though, she came towards him once more, this time taking his hand.

"Ginny, are we at the Room of Requirement?"

"Awh, it was meant to be a surprise."

"Well, there aren't too many things on the 7th floor that require walking back and forth repeatedly. Are we going back into the Room of Hidden Things?"

Ginny giggled in reply.

"Well no, personally I thought the whole covered-in-ash look was a bit unnecessarily conspicuous for what I had in mind."

"Which was?"

"You, celebrating with me." Ginny replied while simultaneously removing his blindfold.

The Room of Requirement was laid out quite simply with a couch, a table, a few chairs and a bed. There were large sheets of voile, in various different colours, hanging along the walls and dipping low from the roof giving the room a very cosy atmosphere. In spite of this, there was a slight smell of cinders in the air and a shadow about everything in the room. It was as if the ghost of the Fiendfyre had taken up residence in the soul of the room itself. It pervaded everything.

Ginny turned to face him, took hold of his tie and started gently pulling him towards the bed. Once Harry was moving of his own accord, she gradually started undoing the knot while moving ever closer to the bed. By the time the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she was pulling his jumper slowly over his head and reaching teasingly for the buttons of his shirt. That didn't get her very far because at that moment, Harry, who had been growing more and more impatient with Ginny's prolonged removal of his clothes, wrapped an arm around her back, put one knee on the bed and softly lowered her into a lying position on the bed.

She put her hands around his face as he lowered his lips to meet hers. The kiss was gentle, comforting, but it grew gradually deeper and more urgent. After a few minutes, Harry lifted Ginny using the arm that was still holding her lower back and pulled her up the length of the bed so that her head was resting on the pillow. Then, with a knee either side of her right thigh, he removed her jumper, pulling her into a sitting position. She once again latched onto his lips with hers, her hands around his face, and pulled him down to lie beside her. She then continued undoing the buttons of his shirt, much more hastily this time and once he'd managed to shrug it off, she threw one leg over his waist, straddling him.

As they continued kissing, her hands were resting on his chest. Every so often one would break away to bury itself in his hair or trace his collar bone. His hands however, where not so innocently confined by their position. He started out with both hands grasping Ginny's knees which were either side of his stomach. After a while, however, they started slowly moving up her thighs, stroking her skin, squeezing sporadically when a bout of particular enjoyment hit him. In this way, he didn't even notice the boundary of her school skirt, nor when he crossed it. He only realised, when his fingertips came upon the gentle swell of Ginny's bum and the edge of her knickers, how far up his hands had wandered. He respectfully started moving his hands back down again until they came to rest, once more, on the outsides of her knees.

After a few more moments however, Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously started moving his hands upwards once more. This time, when he reached her bum he didn't retreat, instead he grasped it with fervour, pulling her against him. He could feel Ginny smiling against his lips as he did it so he left his hands there for a few more minutes, gripping and stroking in turn.

But then Ginny broke away and started nibbling his ear. The feeling of her warm breath against his neck caused Harry to completely stop thinking about what he should and shouldn't do, where the boundaries were. In fact he stopped consciously thinking about his actions at all. His hands were suddenly reaching around her thighs, his thumbs pushing and rubbing against her, urgently trying to get closer but the thin layer of fabric was in the way.

Harry swiftly flipped Ginny over so she was once again lying on her back beneath him. In the next second he had pulled her knickers down past her knees and over her ankles and then, finally, there was nothing holding him back from giving her the celebratory present he had in mind.

A small while later found Harry buttoning up his shirt and Ginny trying to subtly pull her knickers on. She gave Harry a brief embarrassed look before taking his hand and walking towards to door.

"What were the table and chairs for? Or even the couch for that matter?" Harry said with a cheeky grin.

"I suppose I wasn't specific enough when I asked it for what I needed. Either that or the room thought providing just a bed was a bit classless and indiscrete. Good way to celebrate though. I'd take that over a party any day." She said with a wink.

"It was bit unintentional to be honest. I just got a bit carried away." Harry said sheepishly.

"Well, if that's what those hands can do when you aren't even trying then... wow."

Harry responded with a self-satisfied grin.

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