Harry and Ginny were walking to the closet upstairs to get towels for Mrs. Potter, who had sent them up. She had been very cross with Harry, and was making sure to keep him away from Ron.

They walked into the tiny room, and Ginny absentmindedly began to shut the door behind her.

"No, don't-" Harry began hurriedly, but it was too late. The door had shut and Ginny looked at Harry inquisitively. "Shit." He stated simply.

Ginny looked amused, and worriedly asked, "What?"

He sighed and dropped the towel he had grabbed from the shelf, "Do you remember me and Ron telling you stories of the closet in my house that, if closed, stays locked for a few hours?"

Ginny scrunched up her eyebrows, trying to remember, but then her face fell. "You mean…"

"Yep," Harry said.

Ginny copied Harry in stating, "Shit."

"Yeah," he repeated knowingly.

"I thought you guys were just joking!" Ginny sighed, looking at the locked door.

He sighed and sat down on the floor. Ginny imitated him and sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder. There was a moment of silence before she asked, "Why would you put anything in a closet that locks you inside?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "There's no other place to put it, I guess…"

"That's why we have magic…" She looked at him, "We can add an extra room if we want."

"You know my mum doesn't like to use magic for everything…" He said.

Ginny's shoulders slumped and asked expectantly, "Don't you have your wand?"

He shook his head, saying casually, "Mum took it away from me…"

She rolled her eyes, "What'd you do now?"

"I helped Fred and George with one of their experiments…"

Her shoulders slumped, and she shook her head. A moment passed and she looked at him, he was smirking. "What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing," he said smugly. He put an arm around her and pulled her closer. He looked down at her and leaned his face toward her.

She cleared her throat and turned her face away from his, so he was snogging her ear. He pulled away quickly, and it was his turn to clear his throat. She got up and walked around the tiny space, getting as 

far away from him as she possibly could. She couldn't exactly do this with him when they were all alone, because she knew she couldn't control herself around him.

He scrambled up after her and walked up behind her. "You have really nice towels…" She said casually, turning around. He smiled and put a hand against the wall above her shoulder. He leaned in to kiss her, she could feel his breath on her lips. She smiled nonchalantly and moved out from under him, causing him to stumble forward into the wall. He looked at her over his shoulder in annoyance. No girl had ever turned him down so much as Ginny had that summer.

"So, how long do you think we'll be in here?" She asked, her back to him.

He pushed himself off the wall and said, "Well, when me and Ron were stuck in here it took a few hours."

She turned around, and raised her eyebrows, leaning against the shelf.

He nodded his head, a smug look on his face, and he walked up to her. He slowly put his hands against the wall above her shoulder. He was going to try this one more time, so he leaned his face in, their lips touching.

There it was, Ginny had lost control. She put her hands on his waist, grabbing his t-shirt, pulling him closer. His insides were squirming; he was kissing her, all alone, where no one could interrupt them! Finally…

He inwardly sighed as she slid herself down the wall, pulling him with her. He did everything to keep their lips connected, even if it meant bending his body in ways he didn't even know he could.

Somehow Harry ended up on top of Ginny, his legs on either side of her hips, her hands on his face, his right on her neck, the left on the back of her head.

When he moved his legs, she realized what position they were in, and noticed something hard forming in his pants. Her eyes bulged and she lightly pushed his face away from hers. Their chests heaved, and he smiled down at her, looking quite pleased. She smirked at his reaction, both on his face and in his pants.

"So, er, earlier you said something about me being your boyfriend…" It was his turn to look smug and he brushed a hair away from her eye.

She smiled and said cheekily, "I was just proving a point…"

"Now, I don't believe that," he spoke softly, his eyes already scoping out her lips.

He leaned in closer, ready to kiss her again, but she said, "And you said you loved me…" Her eyes flicked up to his. He paused, and took his hand off the back of her neck, scratching the back of his head subconsciously.

"Well, I was just- er…" He stumbled over his words.

Her face grew serious, almost angry, "And you were just proving a point. Of course." She looked at the door in annoyance, then back up at him, "How could I ever think that Harry Potter, the fifteen year old boy who has shagged pretty much every girl in his year, dated pretty much every girl in Hogwarts, been a jerk for his whole life, who is so self-centered," she looked at the door at the sound of a loud click, and they knew the door was finally unlocked. She slowly looked back to him, and shoved him off of her, "could ever love me back."

He landed on his bum quite hard, and he watched her get up angrily. Had he really ruined this again? "Ginny…" He said from the ground as she passed him, heading toward the door.

She turned to him, "Harry, you've been chasing me for years now, and now, now, after all this, you can't tell me how you really feel. I'm not the one running away, Harry," She said turning back to the door.

"Ginny! Ginny, wait," he ran up to her, turning her around, he paused, but the words soon flowed out, "I love you." Her breath caught, but she then looked disbelieving. He apparently noticed, "Please believe me," he said pleadingly, "I've never said that to a girl before, Ginny, I've never felt this way before."

Her eyes seemed to soften, but her face still showed her stubbornness. She turned back to the door, then back to him, opening her mouth as if trying to say something. She took a breath, but shut her mouth again, taking the doorknob in her hand.

"Don't you dare think about walking out that door," he said firmly. "I told you before that I'm not going to let you walk away from me, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." He took her face in his hands and put his lips onto hers once again. She seemed to melt in his arms, and he knew he had her.

When they finally parted, he asked, putting his hands in his pockets subconsciously, "Can you just give me a chance, Gin?"

She looked up at him, trying to a hide a smile, "Let's sleep on it."

He raised his eyebrows, surprised, but then she rolled her eyes in disgust, "In separate beds, Harry."

He made sure not to let his disappointment show, "Right… Right I knew that…"

She laughed, and said, "Well, I better get out of here before it gets locked again." She opened the door, turning back around, "See you tomorrow, Harry." He half expected her to kiss him goodbye, but she didn't. She turned around with a smile, and went back home.

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Wow, it's been a little while, and I'm sorry. This is a really short chapter, and I apologize again, and I don't really like it, and I'm sorry about that too, but I needed to post something, because I've had you guys waiting for like two weeks, and this is a really long run on sentence and I'm sorry. Hope you guys like it, though. I'm scared on what the feedback is going to be for this chapter, but I need some reviews giving me suggestions and criticism. Please!

Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Mads