Ginny was very busy at the shop that day. After a group of adults left that had bought so many pastries she was sure they wouldn't go hungry for days the sound of bells made her groan inwardly.
"Hello Ginny," said the voice.
She looked up and saw Hermione standing there. She nodded her head and said,
"Extremely busy."
"Ginny you've been really busy all morning," she said.
"Yeah, so," she replied finding that statement odd.
"Usually when you are busy you look tired," she said.
"Well I got goodnight's sleep," she said.
"All right Ginny, who's the guy," she asked.
"Who said there was a guy," she shot back.
"Come on Ginny, I can tell," Hermione replied.
Ginny bit her lip and wondered whether she should tell Hermione yet or not. But then she remembered something Harry said the other day. She smiled and said,
"So how are you Ron?"
"Fine," said Hermione who was confused by the turn of questions.
"That's good," she said.
"Ginny, why are you asking me this," she said
"Oh well you know the other night I was talking to Harry," she started.
She looked at Hermione and saw that her eyes had widened. She knew what Ginny was talking about.
"And you see according to him he caught you and my brother in a…rather compromising position," she said.
"Ginny! You mean he told you that," she said.
"Yes he did," she replied.
"I can't believe…that he told you that," she said slowly.
"Told her what," a voice interrupted.
Ginny turned around and saw Harry standing there in the doorway. Hermione shot him a death glare. He started to back up a little when he saw this.
"Did I interrupt something," he asked.
"You…you! I can't believe you told her about the other night," she yelled.
"What are you talking about," he said.
"The position," she said.
"Oh that, well..er..," he began.
"Just forget it," she said.
And with that she walked out the door and let it slam on the way out. Ginny just shook her head and rubbed her temples. Harry noticed this and walked over to her. He took her into his arms and said,
"Anything wrong Ginny?"
"I love Hermione, but somedays," she said.
"I know what you mean," he replied.
She smiled and let herself settle more comfortably into his arms. She then recognized a familiar scent emitting from Harry's shirt. She smiled into his shoulder and said,
"Roses."
He looked down at her quizzically and asked,
"What did you just say?"
"Roses. You smell like my roses," she replied.
"Oh…so does that mean that you are attracted to me," he asked.
"No not really just the scent of your cologne," she said.
"But I'm not wearing any cologne or aftershave," he said.
"Then what am I smelling," she asked.
"I have no clue," he said.
She smelled his shirt again and said,
"Flying!"
"What," he asked.
"You smell like the air and probably your laundry detergent," she said.
He smiled at her, shook his head, and nuzzled her neck. She laughed a little at first but then that chill ran through her again. Harry noticed it and asked,
"Are you cold?"
"No, you see that's another thing you do to me," she said.
"I see. Well what do I do to you when I do this," he asked.
Just as she was about to ask what he captured her lips with his. As she melted into his arms even more she lost all coherent thoughts. When he broke away he looked at her and said,
"Well?"
"You make me lose all coherent thought," she said.
He smiled, gave her a quick kiss and said,
"Let's move that date up to tonight."
"I can do that," she said.
"Good then…I'll see you tonight," he said.
He turned and walked out the door and left a very content Ginny behind.
