Disclaimer: same as in previous chapters.


Secret Dating

for eukaryote

There are no words to describe how much these two loved each other; it was magic - only of a sort that would never be taught at Hogwarts or any other magical school for that matter. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were a perfect couple. However, even a perfect couple may have a hard time finding a secluded place (to do homework without anyone disturbing them).


They hid in the Forbidden Forest.

"There are spiders on yer," said Hagrid while he was brushing the leaves and (carefully) insects off Harry. "Yer two shouldn' go in there, y'know?"


They went on the top of the Astronomy Tower.

"Leave the classroom at once!" shrieked Professor Sinistra, who apparently have never been on a date. "You're going to get a cold!" (As if such petty things would matter.)


They wandered off onto the Quidditch pitch.

"Potter!" Snape hissed, suddenly emerging from the shadows."What do I see here? Having a short intimate moment with your girlfriend - you're just like your father. There's no need to worry..." he drawled off, spreading darkness, fear, and hair grease. "Such behaviour isn't allowed at Hogwarts. Off to the headmaster, lovebirds. Go. Now."


When Harry and Ginny entered the office, Dumbledore quit writing in his eugenic notebook and looked at them expectantly. "What have you been doing this time?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Riding a broom," Harry said finally, a shade of guilt in his voice.

"So that's how they call it now," Dumbledore nodded with understanding. He wasn't smiling anymore.

None of the students dared say anything, afraid they would make the situation even worse.

"I believe you had best intentions," the headmaster broke the uncomfortable silence. Fawkes let out a soft caw. "But it doesn't justify breaching school rules. Do you understand what might be the consequences of your actions?"

"Yes, Professor."

"I'll go and pack my stuff."

"I'm not going to expel you," said Dumbledore and the faintest shade of hope lit in Harry's heart. "Not yet. You will however serve detentions with me every day after classes until the end of your seventh year," he made a pause, so that the message would sink in. (Forget the image of Harry cleaning the castle under the supervision of the headmaster's corpse. Forget it.) "That is, unless Miss Weasley gets pregnant within a month."

This threat always worked. Soon, his greatest plan would be fulfilled.

Soon...


AN: Creepier than I intended. But I still like the result, considering I wrote it during Chemistry class.