Hmmm, this Ron thing seems to be upsetting a few people. I'm only portraying him as I perceived his character from the books. Hope I'm not bothering too many of you but feel free to vent at me.

Harry doubled back to the Quidditch pitch and arrived just as the team were making their way back to the castle. He found Ginny in the supply closet and told her about the exchange that had just occurred between him and Ron.

To his surprise, Ginny grinned when Harry told her about Ron's line about her innocence.

"It sounds like he thinks we've slept together." Ginny concluded.

"Oh," Harry exclaimed. "That's what he was on about! Well that should be easy enough to sort out. I mean, we haven't slept together."

"No, unfortunately not." Ginny replied.

Harry eyebrows shot up and he could feel a red tinge coming onto his cheeks but Ginny just leant against the wall, looking up at him alluringly with her lips slightly parted, a mischievous glint in her eye. Harry didn't act until she bit the corner of her bottom lip, maintaining eye-contact the whole time. He didn't understand where she got her information but she definitely knew exactly how to make him stop thinking. Within seconds he had closed the gap between them and pressed his body against hers, trapping her against the wall. The lip that had just been caught between her teeth was now ensnared between his. Her hands, which had been momentarily resting flat against his chest, were now clutching bunches of his top.

He continued kissing her until he felt her smile against his lips. He was just about to ask her why when he found out. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He pushed himself flush against her without needing too much encouragement. She waited for this reaction before bucking her hips against his, causing him to involuntarily release a moan. She smiled again and broke the kiss, holding his head near hers with pressure on the back of his neck. She rested her forehead against his, both of them breathing heavily, lips only centimeters apart.

"Ahem"

The loud throat clearing seemed very out of place given their current situation. It made Harry and Ginny jump apart, eyes startled, lips red.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley, I'm sure you appreciate that the supply closet is not the most private of places." Madame Hooch explained. "I think you should go back to the castle immediately and not make a habit of this."

"Yes professor." Harry and Ginny both said in unison, scurrying out of the changing rooms. They walked with their heads down, trying to avoid each other's eye until the were out of sight and sound of Madame Hooch. They then collapsed in heaps of laughter and continued up to the castle, holding hands.

Harry didn't get a chance to talk to Ron until he was going to bed that night. Ron had avoided both him and Ginny at dinner and in the common room. As he made his way up to his dormitory, he hoped that Ron would be the only one there so that he could explain. He opened the door and found, to his great relief, Ron sitting on his bed alone in the room. He was flicking through a copy of the Daily Prophet. Now that there was nothing stopping him, Harry realised that he didn't know how to approach the conversation.

"Eh-anything interesting happen?"

Ron ignored him. Harry could hardly blame him. It had been a pathetic attempt.

"Look Ron, I wanted to talk to you about earlier."

Of course, Seamus and Dean chose that moment to walk into the dorm. Harry felt exasperated. Now that he had brought it up, he couldn't just stop talking but this was definitely not a conversation he wanted to have in the presence of other people, especially not one of Ginny's ex-boyfriends.

Ron however, seemed to relish Harry's discomfort.

"Go on then."

"Well, eh, I just wanted you to know that, eh, Ginny and I-" Harry squirmed uncomfortably. He could tell that Ron wasn't exactly enjoying the topic of conversation either. Meanwhile, Seamus and Dean seemed to have realised that they had walked in on something as both were stopped dead in the middle of the room. Seamus was looking very uncomfortable. Dean was trying to mask his curiosity.

"Oh, Dean, I forgot that we left our essays downstairs." Seamus turned to head for the door, obviously expecting Dean to follow.

"OK, will you grab mine too please?" Dean replied and walked over to his bed.

Seamus cast Harry an apologetic glance before disappearing downstairs.

Harry didn't know what Dean was hoping to hear. Perhaps that Harry and Ginny were about to break up. Either way, Harry couldn't find an excuse to not finish his sentence so he continued.

"Eh, we, um, we haven't-" Harry cleared his throat nervously. "We haven't slept together."

Ron had a grimace on his face and Dean was looking incredibly uncomfortable. Evidently that was not what he had been expecting to hear. He swiftly got up and went into the bathroom.

Now that he'd got it out, Harry felt the need to explain why he was informing Ron of this.

"Uh, it's just that it seemed like earlier on you were annoyed because you thought we had. So I just wanted you to know that we haven't yet."

Yet? Why did he have to say that last word? It was completely unnecessary!

Ron seemed to think so too because he was now squirming with an expression on his face which would have been comical if it hadn't been for the situation.

Harry turned and walked away, trying to wish himself away from this conversation.

After a few moments spent rooting through his trunk for nothing in particular, Harry heard Ron clear his throat.

"I-eh, thanks but, I really didn't-" He paused. "I don't want to hear about that."

"Look mate, if you act like that and say things like that," Harry started frustratedly. "You can hardly expect me to just ignore it. If you don't want to know then don't refer to it, ok?"

"How can I not when you and Ginny keep shoving it in my face?"

"You can hardly say that! The most we do in public is hold hands!"

"Yeah, but most of your time isn't spent in public is it? You're always disappearing off. As if people can't tell what you're doing!"

"Well you obviously can't if you're jumping to conclusions like that!"

"Everyone is!"

Harry stopped. He had never really thought that people would be keeping tabs on them. The thought never occurred to him that people would be that interested in their relationship that they would be talking about it amongst themselves. He knew that they were the subject of gossip but he never realised how in depth the gossip had been.

"Ok, we'll make a deal."

Ron narrowed his eyes.

"You mightn't want to hear this but just deal with it for a second, ok?"

Ron nodded silently.

"I promise not to sleep with Ginny while we're at Hogwarts if you promise to stop thinking of it as your business. Agreed?"

Ron had predictably grimaced at the thought but after a minute thinking about it he consented.

"So all the gossip is wrong?"

"Yeah, it's all just rumours. What have they been saying? Actually, never mind. Why didn't you just ask-" Harry paused trying to picture that conversation. "Why didn't Hermione just ask us if it was true?"

"Everyone was so sure it was true that it didn't really seem necessary."

"Ok, well it's not true. And in future don't listen to the gossip. But don't try to talk to me about it either, ok? Don't ask about something you don't want to know about."

"And that's none of my business."

"Yes," Harry said relievedly. "None of your business."

Harry went back down to the common room to gather some of his stuff. As soon as he entered everyone stared at him and Seamus made his way back up to the dorm. Harry saw Ginny sitting in the same chair he'd left her in thirty minutes beforehand, blissfully unaware of the discomfort Harry had been in.

"I just spoke to Ron."

"Yeah, I know, Seamus ran down the stairs and announced it to the whole room before he realised that I was still here."

Harry felt a flicker of disgust cross his face.

"Did you know that everyone's been talking about us?"

"Well, I could only assume really. After all the gossip last time..."

"Do you know what they've been saying? Ron only thought that we had because everyone's been telling him so. It's none of their business!" Harry said indignantly.

"Harry, your life has never been anyone else's business so of course, it's all they're interested in."

The next morning Harry woke up late. He looked around at the other beds trying to find the noise that had woken him, only to find them all empty. He found the source of the noise when he turned toward the door and found Ginny standing in the doorway. She had her head cocked to the side.

"I was just trying to decide whether to wake you or not." She explained crossing the room.

She didn't waste anytime in burrowing under the covers beside him. He wrapped his arms around tightly around her. She had her back towards him and Harry buried his face in the hair that was resting on her shoulder, breathing in the scent he found so comforting.

"This is a nice way to wake up." Harry said.

"Mmm, so cosy." Ginny murmured contentedly.

After a few minutes spent appreciating what had become a novelty, Harry leant up on an elbow. Ginny turned to lie on her back beneath him.

"What made you come up?" Harry asked.

"Ron's being a prat."

Harry groaned.

"Oh no, I thought I'd sorted that out. He promised to act as if what we do isn't any of his business."

"It isn't any of his business!" Ginny cried indignantly. "But it wasn't about that."

Harry looked at her questioningly.

"It was about not putting him on the team."

This irritated Harry. He thought that Ron's outburst had only been a result of the rumours but evidently he had actually thought that Ginny had gone easy on Dennis.

"You don't think I was unfair, do you?"

"No, but I can see why he's upset."

"Well of course I can see why he's upset. He got cut from the team."

Harry that it was more than that though. He had a flashback to Ron seeing his reflection to the Mirror of Erised.

"I'm head boy! - and I'm holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup- I'm Quidditch captain, too."

Harry knew how deeply it would cut Ron to be the only member of his family to be dropped from the Gryffindor Quidditch team. It only made it worse that it was by his little sister who was captain. He didn't think that this was something Ron would want Ginny to know though.

"I suppose just give him a while to get over it. He's hurt now but he'll remember how nervous he used to get before matches. He used to ask to resign all the time. Also, when he sees that Dennis is actually a really good Keeper hopefully he'll realise you were just doing what's best for the team."

"So... all I have to do is ignore him until we beat Slytherin in November?"

"Eh, well maybe you don't have to ignore him..."

"So, I just beg him to talk to me until he gives in? Yeah, right." Ginny scowled.

Harry grinned quickly before attacking her with tickling fingers.

"Harry!" Ginny giggled. "Harry, stop!"

Gasping now, "Harry... Harry!" She shrieked.

He sat back, grinning while she looked up at him, gasping for breath.

At that moment, the door of the dorm opened. Harry found himself hoping, wishing, that it wasn't Ron... Or Dean...Or Seamus if he was just going to tell everyone.

Fortunately it wasn't Ron or Dean. Unfortunately, it was Seamus who walked into the room before going bright red and walking straight back out of it, leaving no chance for either Harry or Ginny to explain.

"Great," Harry said. "If he mentions it to anyone, he might as well have walked in on us having sex."

"It'll be fine." Ginny said. "Although, it probably does look kind of bad that you don't have a top on."

"Or that you were panting."

"Oh no," Ginny groaned. "I hope he didn't hear me screaming..."

"My name..." Harry added.

"Uh oh..."

"Damage control?" Harry said, jumping out of bed. "I'm just going to take a quick shower but I'll follow you down in a few."

"Ha, nice try. No chance I'm going down there by myself."