"What happened?" Ginny asked Harry as the two cruised through the corridors.

"I got sent a box of Honeydukes chocolates," started Harry. "It was from Romilda Vane, that girl you saw when you spotted me on the grounds."

"The one with the dark curls?" Ginny stopped.

"Yeah."

"Then what?"

"There was a card, and she indirectly said she liked me, so I threw it all out. Ron picked it out, ate a few chocolates, and what do you know? The chocolates were laced with love potion."

"Oh, Ron," Ginny rolled her eyes as she then continued, "So you took him to Slughorn?"

"Yep."

"Did you get the memory?"

"...No."

"Harry!" Ginny punched him in the arm.

"Ow..."

"Harry Potter, I am not kissing you or even hugging you until you go and get that memory," Ginny threatened him.

"Aw, really?"

"Go!" Ginny shooed him along. "Take some Felix or whatever, I don't know, but go do it."

The two stopped in front of the Potions classroom. Ginny pushed him forward, knocking on the door.

"If you want me to go with you, I will, but tell me now. Harry, do you want me to leave?"

"Ginny..." Harry pulled out a small bottle. He popped off the cork and downed the contents. "I reckon it wouldn't matter whether you came with me or not."

Ginny smiled and shrugged. "Let's roll."

Harry knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Professor?"

Without turning around, Professor Slughorn said, "I'm a bit busy now... Oh! Harry, Ginerva, welcome."

"Hello, Professor," Ginny greeted Slughorn.

"You two know that the Slug Club isn't meeting tonight, yes?"

"We know, Professor, but that's not what we wanted to talk to you about." Harry stepped towards Slughorn.

"Oh, uh, well," Professor Slughorn stammered.

"Professor," said Ginny gently as she touched Professor Slughorn's arm. "That memory is very important."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Professor Slughorn said stubbornly.

"My mother died, Professor," said Harry. "She died so that I could live. I, the Boy Who Lived, the boy from the prophecy. That's right, Professor, I'm the one from the prophecy. My mother died so that I could defeat the Dark Lord. She died so that I could defeat Voldemort," Professor Slughorn shuddered at the name, "and you won't help me? You won't honor her memory and help me? You don't want him to be defeated?"

Professor Slughorn had tears in the corners of his eyes. "Lily was my favorite student, and one of the best I'd ever had. She gave me a goldfish once, which had been transformed from a petal from a lily. Then, one day, the goldfish disappeared, and there it was again. The lily petal."

"Help me then, Professor. Help me just like my mother would have wanted."

"You... y-you're right, Harry... I-I will help you. Here," Professor Slughorn touched the tip of his wand to his temple, and extracted the a white, smoky cloud, which was a memory, "take the memory." Slughorn dropped the memory into a tube, corked it, and handed it to Harry. "Now please, leave me be..."

"Don't be sad, Professor," Harry said, knowing his luck would kick in and give him a perfect day. Immediately, Professor Slughorn looked happier.

"Who said I was sad?"

"Er, no one, Professor." Harry flashed a toothy grin and headed for the door. "Thanks again, Professor.

"No problem, my dear boy!"

The minute the door closed, Ginny kissed Harry.

"Brilliant," she breathed.

Harry hugged her and they enjoyed each other's presence for a bit. Harry cupped her cheek and pulled her close. Her lips were soft and tasted of cherry. Ginny's hair brushed against Harry's hand, soft and silky. Ginny ruffled Harry's dark hair, her fingers becoming tangled. They shuffled around, never breaking the kiss, and Harry was pushed against a wall. Ginny was aggressive in her advances, taking control and pressing herself against Harry as close as possible. Harry's lips touched the corner of Ginny's mouth, leaving a few kisses on her cheek and neckline, before retreating back to familiar ground.

Ginny felt her heart flutter and beat faster as Harry's hand touched her neck, skin on skin. She breathed faster, louder, and grew hot. She broke the kiss, heat prickling along the edges of her sweater.

"Harry," Ginny looked at the ground, almost ashamed. "I..."

"What?" Harry was concerned, and Ginny kept her hands planted firmly on his chest.

"Er, I'm just a little hot, that's all," said an embarrassed Ginny.

Harry closed his hands around hers and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Back to the common room?"

Ginny smiled. "Please? I need to get this sweater off."

"Why can't you take it off now?" Harry asked the question innocently. "I'll hold it for you."

"You're so sweet," Ginny pulled her sweater over her head and as she kissed Harry, gave him her sweater. She unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt and exhaled. "Ah, that's better. I was getting hot there."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Ginny smiled slyly. "You have that effect on me."

"Ah, well I can say the same thing for you." Harry pulled at his collar. The two held hands and went back to the common room. Harry sat down on one of the plush sofas and Ginny sat down next to him, resuming their previous snogging session.

Ginny kissed him hard, twisting her fingers among his hair and holding him by the tie. Harry held her by the waist and back. He tossed Ginny's sweater to the ground before taking off his own sweater, tossing it with Ginny's, and loosening his tie. He kissed her lightly and then harder. Time passed quickly, and suddenly, he was laying there with Ginny's head on his chest. He breathed heavily, and in what would have been silence, there was the sound of his breathing mixed with Ginny's.

"I'm actually tired," Ginny laughed.

"I'd say you are ridiculous if I wasn't tired too," Harry smiled.

Ginny laid one hand on Harry's chest next to her head, and closed her eyes. "Can I just sleep here?"

"I'm not moving any time soon." Harry kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes and stroked her hair before falling asleep.