Compilation of Hinny Works

by LegendDairy

I've got too many Hinny one-shots, and there are more coming. So they are all going to be posted here instead of individual stories. And Harry/Ginny pairings only, no others. Will be updated sporadically.

40. Cavorting

Prompt- Slytherin Harry. I've had a few requests for Harry to be the bad boy and for he and Ginny to just lust after each other. This one-shot is the full story of the Chapter 33- Changeroom one-shot that was told from Demelza's POV.

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Cavorting

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Ginny was positively shivering with anticipation. This was huge for her! She was on the team with her brothers and was determined to make them proud. Sure, being a Seeker wasn't her ideal position, but she'd easily been the best candidate for the position out of all the hopefuls that had tried out.

Ron and the twins had been blown away by it too, and that made her pretty happy with herself. Served them right for making her practice in the middle of the night until they all were at school and she had free reign over the brooms for that one year.

What she wasn't super happy about right now though was that their first game was against Slytherin. So, it wasn't just the house rivalry that she was having to deal with, it was Harry Potter as well. And he was a damned good Seeker.

Everyone else on the team was simply a brute, but Potter, whoa no, Potter was a bloody fantastic Seeker.

And he'd made their team in his first year! Youngest Seeker in a century.

Ginny felt she probably wouldn't be as nervous right now if she was playing in the position that she had actually wanted, which was a Chaser. Even though the Slytherin Chasers were likely to have landed her in the hospital wing using their methods of cheating and simply trying to knock the other teams Chaser's off their brooms, at least she could have done something in the way of a performance.

It was a bit amusing that all the positions that weren't Chaser on the Gryffindor team were filled by Weasley's though.

Looking to her left Ginny saw that Ron looked just as nervous as she felt, but she thought she was probably doing a better job of keeping that to herself. He was looking so green that she thought he should probably just throw up now and get it over with.

They walked out onto the pitch and Angelina, the Gryffindor Captain, shook hands with the Slytherin Captain, then they were off.

Ginny's mind was on the different styles of tracking that a Seeker does. Angelina had told them all to her at length and given her a book all about it. As it was, Ginny's only real advantage she felt she had over Potter was that he required glasses. Shame really because he had bloody gorgeous eyes.

No, no. Focus on finding the Snitch.

Potter also had a really good broom, so Angelina had coached her to stay on the other side of the field from him. That way if she did see the Snitch then maybe she would be closer to it. If it was equal distance away from the both of them there was no doubt that Potter would get there first.

So that's what she did, Ginny kept her distance from him. She scanned the field, constantly moving so that she wasn't an easy target for the Slytherin Beaters, and constantly keeping herself apart from their Seeker.

Ron wasn't doing so well for his first game. He was in his head and performing terribly. Goal after goal was being made by the Slytherin team and Ron's ability to play just diminished with each failed save.

At 110 to 40 in favor of Slytherin Ginny saw it. A fleck of light shimmering half a field length away and she shot after it as fast as her broom could take her. She dipped and dove around the Chasers and didn't take her eye off of it for a moment. Her breath had caught in her throat and she dared not breathe it out until her fingers slipped over the glimmering ball, her heart was fluttering as wildly as the wings on the Snitch in her shock.

She sat suspended in mid-air simply staring at the Snitch in her hand unable to believe that she'd actually done it. Then she was hit sideways by another player and nearly knocked off her broom.

"Oi!" she called out after righting herself and directed her own broom to hit the green clad player back.

"Hey! Mine was an accident!" Potter declared angrily.

Likely story. Ginny gave him her best withering glare before the crowd around the stadium's cheering registered in her ears and caused her to be distracted, a beaming smile coming to her face. Who cares if Potter did it on purpose or not, she won! It was a Gryffindor victory!

"Yeah, fine whatever," she dismissed him and held her hand aloft for Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to cheer loudly once more.

Angelina, Katie and Alicia flew over to her quickly and gave her a big hug, then the twins came right after.

Ron was in too foul a mood over his own performance to congratulate her but she didn't care. Once the team was back on solid ground Ginny stared at the Snitch in her hand again and couldn't believe it. She'd caught it!

"That was a lucky catch," said a voice beside her.

Ginny looked up and saw it was Potter again. His tone didn't indicate he was being snide or anything, just making conversation.

"I'm not really keen on being the Seeker, so yeah, it was a lucky catch," she admitted. "I'm not likely to out fly you when you've got a Firebolt either." She inclined her head down at the shiny broom in his hand.

Potter looked down at the broom himself, then over to her old Cleansweep.

"If you'd like, you could give it a go?" he offered with a cocked eyebrow, looking rather suggestive. "Maybe you and I could have our own little practice session one evening?"

Ginny blinked at him as she processed what he'd just said. Was he asking her out? That couldn't be right. There was some kind of animosity between he and her brother Ron, wasn't there? Though it wasn't that hard to tick off Ron, he was the sensitive sort.

"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks," she said, a blush coming to her cheeks.

Potter looked a little taken aback at that. Like her turning him down was the strangest response he could have possibly imagined.

Did he not get turned down often? He can't have possibly thought she'd say yes to an offer like that?!

Give a go on his broomstick? It was the most obvious example of a double entendre.

Ginny knew he was quite popular, and she'd noticed him before. Hard not to really, he was known to be fairly nice and reasonably intelligent. He was also constantly getting in trouble from what she'd heard from everyone. All Ginny really knew about him was that he loved a good prank, was constantly in detention, and he always had a different girl to accompany him down to Hogsmeade. He hung round with Blaise Zabini and wasn't the pompous sort of Pureblood Slytherin like Draco Malfoy and Christian Cumming from her year, the obnoxious Slytherin's she'd had interactions with.

"Ginny!" George called her over towards the rest of the team. "Come on, time to start celebrating!"

"You sure?" Potter asked her about her rescinding of his offer before she started walking away.

"Yeah, thanks for the offer," she repeated and did her best to behave as though it had been nothing more than a friendly offer, then rushed off to join the rest of the team before her blush became too pronounced.

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She turned him down? Why would she do that? He had been perfectly nice about it. He hadn't 'flaunted' his broom or whatever. He saved that for Draco, the jerk. And he knew from the way Ron Weasley reacted in their shared classes that the Weasley's were a little sensitive to wealth, so he'd been sure not to be rude about it.

Harry watched her walk away with a frown secured firmly on his face.

"That's a nice look," Blaise said as he came over to greet him. "What's wrong with you? Besides losing to a girl, that is."

"Gee, thanks. Feeling the love there, mate." Blaise was his best friend at school and great at putting things in perspective. Thank Merlin Blaise was in the same year and house as him. If he was only stuck with Malfoy and the idiot twins Crabbe and Goyle, he probably would have done what he could to move houses. The Sorting Hat had said he'd do great in Slytherin, but it wasn't until after Harry was sorted that he found out both his parents had been in Gryffindor.

He probably would have done well in that house as well. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas seemed alright, he could have easily been friends with them.

"Seriously though. What's with the face? Is it just from losing the game? It's few and far between that you let us down and we didn't lose by too much." Blaise threw a comradely arm around him and guided him back towards the changerooms.

"Nothing," Harry shook his head. "Just the Weasley girl, sort of, turning me down," he admitted, feeling some heat rising to his cheeks. If he couldn't tell his best friend, then what was the point of having one?

Blaise paused in their jaunt and threw a look over his shoulder to where the Gryffindor team was heading in the opposite direction for some low-key celebration. It hadn't been a close enough game for them to go all out with joy.

"She is turning into a good-looking specimen," Blaise nodded. "But, no harm done. Talisa Stevens was giving you a looking over the other day. Why don't you take a pass at her? Make yourself feel a little better?"

Harry shook his head with a grin. That was Blaise's answer to everything, just snog someone else and move on.

It couldn't hurt.

Thing was though that this game wasn't the first time he'd noticed Ginny Weasley. He'd seen her in the halls several times and she had this lovely smile on her. She was a fourth year, so they didn't have any shared classes and he'd had no reason to chat with her before now. But he'd noticed her.

Last year at the Yule Ball she'd been there looking lovely and dancing without a care in the world with her date and her brothers. It had been hard not to notice her with her exuberance.

Harry frowned in thought now. She'd caught his attention by making a spectacle of herself, maybe he could return the favor, garner attention from her for himself. She'd been pleased he'd asked her to spend time with him, he could tell from her blush, so she must think he was alright looking. He bet he could make her regret saying 'no' if she heard from some other girls that he was a gentleman and a decent snog.

"You're right," Harry said to his friend brightly. "Why waste my time moping? Talisa will be a lovely distraction."

That evening in the Great Hall Harry took a seat beside Talisa at the Ravenclaw table. He was sure to get her laughing good and loudly so that she would call attention to them. His gaze flickered over to the Gryffindor table a few times and he noticed that Ginny was looking over at them, her brows knit together slightly. That was when Harry went in for the kill.

He couldn't help but feel victory with how Ginny frowned seeing him snogging Talisa right there in front of her.

Ginny turning right around and starting to date her own Ravenclaw had been unexpected though. Michael Corner was in a few of Harry's classes and he wasn't too quiet about how he'd started dating Ginny.

The bastard.

Harry wasn't sure if it was simply because Ginny had turned him down that he was so intrigued by her, but that must have had something to do with it. He wanted what he couldn't have, it was the same way for everybody, right?

So, then he just set out to prove to Ginny that she couldn't have him as an option anymore either. When ever he saw her in the corridors he would make sure to have his arm around whatever girl was nearest. Something that Talisa wasn't happy about, but her friend Gina certainly didn't mind.

Whatever, Talisa had been a means to an end anyhow so it didn't bother him any that she went off with some sixth year Hufflepuff after that.

And it didn't work.

Ginny kept going out with Corner. From what he overheard though, Corner wasn't getting very far with her, just having study dates and hanging around with friends near each other. That wasn't really dating. Dating involved heated snogging behind tapestries and wandering hands.

Two months after the Slytherin/Gryffindor game Corner was complaining to his friend about just that during their class with McGonagall and somehow Harry's transfigured footstool turned into a rabid biting machine and went at Corner. McGonagall had deemed Harry responsible though, thus he was the one that wound up in detention for it.

McGonagall had a begrudging fondness for Harry, he knew she did, which was probably why it had taken her so many years of his getting in trouble to start issuing him detentions instead of removing House Points for acting out in her class. It was probably something to do with his parents, or with how the last war had ended. Harry hadn't discovered anything about his magical family history until he'd started at Hogwarts and there had been limited information freely given to him as well.

Aunt Petunia had raised him like her own, he and his cousin Gavin had been brought up like brothers. His aunt had simply not given explanation for certain odd occurrences that happened around him from time to time. Granted they were few and far between, but when his Hogwarts letter came she sat he and Gavin down with his Uncle Andrew and explained that her sister, his mother, had actually been a witch and that magic was real.

Petunia had wished she could have been a witch as well, but she didn't have any powers. She hadn't wanted Harry to know until he was old enough to go to Hogwarts because she didn't want him to think he was different. She was able to tell him all about the boy that she and his mother had grown up near that had turned out to be crazy obsessed with his mum before he went off to school though; It had been a bit of a shock to learn that that crazy obsessed boy was now his Potions Professor and Head of House.

It was Snape that he just finished up his detention with unfortunately. And there was nothing Harry liked more after a detention in the dungeons scraping cauldrons than going to the Prefects Bathroom and having a good long soak, he insured he had his invisibility cloak on him during detentions for just that reason.

As he approached the bathroom he caught Corner and some Hufflepuff guy leaving with two other girls, neither of those girls was Corner's girlfriend though, interestingly enough.

Harry went into the room and saw that the tub was still full of water and bubbles and it was actually still in use. Ginny Weasley was there and wearing a bathing suit.

It had been just over two months since their Quidditch game now and his spite he felt for Corner had been growing every time he saw them together. Now they had been sharing a relaxing soak? Sure, it had been a group thing, but still.

Although… Corner wasn't here right now. It was just Ginny and him.

He locked the door and strode to the edge of the bath behind her, removing his cloak and placing it on a chair.

"Not too concerned about your surroundings, are you?" he asked in a soft voice as he began to disrobe.

Ginny's eyes popped open wide and she spun around looking up at him. "I… Potter," she sputtered.

"That's me," he smirked and kept stripping down to his boxers. "Water looks nice. Hope you don't mind, I'll be joining you."

"I'll leave you to it," she blushed and went to the other side of the tub where there were steps out.

He was torn as to whether he wanted her to get out. He wouldn't mind getting the full-frontal view of her in her bathing suit, but he also wouldn't mind having her company.

He was growing rather concerned about his growing obsession with her. It had to be simply because he couldn't have her.

"Is it be that you're scared of me?" he asked, hoping that if he got her talking enough that she'd stay. Perhaps on that third step that had the water just reaching her mid-thigh. Gods she was getting a nice set of breasts on her. He really liked how her freckles fanned out.

"What?!" she asked in great offense. "Scared of you? Why?"

Harry gave her a shrug. "I don't know. I figured you were a little inexperienced and that was probably why you opted to go out with Corner instead of me. Softer introduction and all." He couldn't help the smirk that came to his face at how wide her eyes went, her lovely lips slackening.

"Softer…"

"Well, I don't know that I've even seen the two of you snog. I know he talks a big game, but he is rarely seen outside of the library. I don't imagine the two of you do much more than study together."

"He was just here before you arrived!" Ginny defended. "And we do too snog!"

"Sure, sure. Bet it's the real passionate kind too," he said in a tone that indicated he was simply humoring her. "Honestly though. There's nothing to be scared about. It's just lips on lips."

She splashed through the water towards him. "You would know, wouldn't you? Exactly how many girls have you 'passed the time with' at this school. Snogging does mean more to some people than to others. If you only see it as lips on lips then perhaps you simply aren't any good at it."

Harry accepted that as a challenge and was on her in a flash. His hand caught her wrist under the water and his other hand came around her waist to pull her closer. His eyes closed when he felt their lips touch. Hers were so soft, so full. She was frozen against him for a moment but Harry didn't care, he'd wanted to snog her for months now and she fit so nicely against him. He was certainly enjoying that he could feel so much of her against him.

Merlin her mouth felt wonderful.

He was careful not to be too aggressive about it. She could pull away if she wanted to. One sound of protest and he was sure he could stop himself.

But after only a moment she was responding.

Ginny broke free of his grip and brought her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She groaned against his mouth and Harry felt a warmth of victory shooting through his whole body.

She was right; This was more than lips on lips. This was her lips on his. Then it was his lips trailing down her jaw and her neck. It was her arching her back to allow him more access. He kissed his way back up her neck and got to a spot just below her ear and she let out this little sound that sent a wave of pleasure though him.

"So, how much better am I than Corner?" he couldn't help asking, his every word heavy with desire, and he felt her freeze instantly.

Shit.

Why had he said that?

Who the fuck brings up the girls boyfriend while he assists her in cheating on said boyfriend?

Ginny pulled away from him looking scandalized. And rightfully so.

Harry forced himself to remain calm. He was horny as all get out right then and searching for a way that he could turn this back around.

Ginny wasn't going to give him the chance to recover though. She pushed herself away from him and started climbing out of the tub.

There was nothing he could say, so he worked to keep a set expression as he watched her cast a quick drying charm on herself and throw her robe back on.

She didn't give him a second look before she left and shut the door behind her.

The click of the door allowed the breath he'd been holding to escape him and he sunk into the water completely. Maybe if he drowned himself the day would just reset.

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She couldn't bear to look at Harry Potter for days after that incident in the Prefects Bathroom. Luckily the twins had given her their secret weapon so she could avoid him in the corridors. The Marauders Map was a brilliant piece of work and it was a lovely way to keep tabs on that bastard Potter.

Ginny had broken up with Michael after she'd snogged Potter. She didn't tell Michael the real reason why she was ending it, that would be mean. There was simply no way she could go on dating Michael though when she had that resting on her conscience.

And.

Well.

Potter had been a much better snog.

It had to be the 'bad boy' thing. He was a Slytherin and constantly landing himself in detention. Ron and Michael told stories about how he couldn't keep his glib comments to himself in class and his Head of House had some kind of hate on for him and was constantly docking points off his own house because of him.

She'd been paying more attention to Potter now as well since that Quidditch game. It seemed he was very popular with the other students. Now that she was finding him on the Map she could see how he was constantly surrounded by people as well. It wasn't just because he was good looking, or because of the whole 'Boy Who Lived' thing. Yes, it had been exciting to see him for the first time and knowing he was sorted into Slytherin was actually giving that house a whole new light shone down on it. But it was his whole personality. He was bright, funny, and an excellent Quidditch Player.

The younger students in particular looked up to him, from all the different houses. Like Ginny they had probably grown up being read bedtime stories about him.

But he was a prat when it came to females apparently.

It kept echoing in her mind; 'how much better am I than Corner?' Over and over again she heard his voice in that lustful dulcet tone.

The prat was the reason she had to break up with her first boyfriend.

Michael wasn't a bad first boyfriend either. She probably could have got on with him for a few more Hogsmeade visits before their relationship met its natural ending point.

Ginny kept right on ignoring Harry Potter until it was the end of the year banquet. She'd set her sights on a new man weeks before then and unfortunately it had taken her all those weeks before she'd caught Dean's attention properly.

She'd tried just sitting near him and giggling when appropriate, it had felt wrong when she'd done it, but she'd been a slave to Witch Weekly's advice. Then she tried just complimenting his drawings, which really were spectacular, but everyone else was constantly praising his work as well. Then she finally figured it out. It wasn't that difficult actually; she simply needed him to catch her checking him out!

She'd sat there in the Great Hall across the table from him and a few seats down. She'd worn something a little tight and she'd just pretended to be distractedly checking him out, tilting her head slightly and looking at his hands. Then, when he saw she was looking she would absently lick her bottom lip and slowly tuck it between her teeth, then trail her eyes up his arm, across his torso, then look at his own lips and take a deep breath in so that her chest was a little accentuated.

Then he was hooked! He wound up moving over to sit directly across from her and asked her out during the puddings!

He ran off with Seamus and Ron though right after the meal cleared away and Ginny went down to the pitch with Demelza for a quick fly around. The both of them wanted to try out for a Chaser position next year and Demelza had been taking turns flying around on Ginny's broom to get more of a feel for it.

Ginny was in a good mood simply sitting there and watching her friend do laps and try out different moves. The school year was over and the boy she liked had just asked her out. They would probably owl each other all summer and then she could start off her fifth year exploring a few broom closets with him.

"You could still do so much more with a better broom," Potter's voice made her jump out of her skin. Ginny had been looking happily across the field and hadn't heard him approach.

"I don't need a better broom to do my job for me," she defended and tried very hard to keep her eyes off of him.

He rested his arms on the railing right beside her and she gave a hard swallow.

He wasn't here, he didn't care about her in the slightest, he didn't smell like fresh cut grass and broom polish.

They hadn't spoken since the Prefects bathroom and that was months ago. Why was he talking to her now? There had to be some other girl he was hoping to put the moves on before school let out for summer break. Why wasn't he off bothering that girl?

"If you're looking for some extra practice time, I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing the pitch with you," Ginny told him before heading back towards the steps down through the stadium. She had to get away from him. That boy was dangerous.

As she hurried away though she heard him following behind her. What did he want?! To drive her crazy? Mission accomplished. She might have been doing a good job of not running into him in the corridors and library, but she'd seen him in the Great Hall with other girls. He'd looked right at her a few times while he'd been kissing other girls.

What the fuck was she supposed to make of that?

"Why are you always avoiding me?" Harry asked as he followed along behind her.

"Because you annoy me," she answered immediately.

"I don't see how that's possible," he said, hurrying up ahead of her and cutting her off on the stairs. "You don't know me well enough for me to annoy you."

"So, you get more annoying the better someone knows you then?" she asked, feeling proud of her immediate response.

"Oh, Ginny," he said, stepping closer to her and removing what little air she had in her lungs, her name sounded entirely too good coming from his mouth. "I think we both know why you're scared to spend any quality time with me."

"Because you're an arrogant prick," she managed to get out, her tone not nearly as full of conviction as she would like.

He seemed to take her name calling as an invitation to move even closer to her though.

Thinking over it later she will have realized that that had been the moment she should have taken a step back. A boy didn't come that close to a girl without intention.

It was just that their last kiss had been her last kiss. She hadn't been able to kiss Michael again afterwards and it took so bloody long to get Dean to bite. Harry was a really attractive guy too. It was no wonder that he had a new girl to take to Hogsmeade with him every visit.

And damn him if he didn't lean in and simply let their natural attraction do the rest. Her body had betrayed her! That's what happened. He leaned in and with his lips so close, her own lips simply did as evolution intended and met them.

Merlin, it was just as good as last time too.

This boy really knew what he was doing. He tasted so good. He moved so good. His hands, his mouth, his everything was just so right! She absolutely melted against him as the wonderful sensations he was eliciting seeped into her every muscle.

They had been fighting a moment ago, hadn't they?

His arms were wrapped around her though, they gripped and massaged her back and then cupped the back of her head. She didn't care what they had been doing a moment ago, right now she felt wonderful.

She didn't know how long they were snogging there on the stairs but it was long enough for him to get them turned around so she was pressed up against the wall and her legs wound up wrapped around him. Her hands were wound through his silky-smooth hair and their tongues were speaking a language only they understood.

Then there was the distant sound of someone calling her name that made her pull away from him.

"Ginny," the voice called again. It sounded like Demelza and she was a few stands away.

Ginny's eyes focused on Harry and then the full comprehension of the situation they were in dawned on her. She could feel the pressure against her inner thigh that was from his arousal.

He was just staring at her though. His gorgeous green eyes behind his lopsided glasses with his pupils dilated with arousal. She was aroused too, and that was wrong.

Ginny pushed against him so that he would back up a step and she could climb down to stand on her own two feet.

"Why did you do that?" she asked him breathlessly.

"Do what?"

"Why did you just snog me?" she asked in a hiss. "Don't you have enough other girls falling all over themselves for a shot with you? Why do you keep coming after me? Is it the challenge or something?"

"Not much of a challenge," he scoffed and gave her a wry grin.

Did he just call her 'easy'? Ginny blinked at him in shock and then heard her name being called once more.

"Have a good summer, Potter," Ginny said to him snidely and immediately set back up the stairs, leaving him there to stand by himself.

Ginny raged up the two flights of steps. She'd been so happy when she came out here! She was just starting up a new romance and going to go for a last night fly around the pitch with her friend. It was supposed to have been the perfect ending to her fourth year.

That prick had to go and ruin everything with his delicious lips.

She took a deep breath before stepping back out from the stairs where Demelza would have been able to see her again. "Hey," she forced a grin and pretended to be out of breath. "Sorry, had to run to the loo."

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Harry couldn't believe it. Dean bloody Thomas?

Alright, he knew that his little fascination with Ginny Weasley was a bit ridiculous, but he couldn't help it! She was so fiery and spirited, everyone she surrounded herself with looked like the genuinely liked her. How rare is it that a pretty girl is popular because of her personality and not because of what she's willing to do with a guy?

Harry's cousin had unfortunately heard quite a bit about Ginny Weasley over the summer while they were playing video games together. The number of times Gavin had rolled his eyes while Harry was whining. It wasn't like he could talk about it with his fellow classmates though! He had a reputation at the school. And he'd heard about the way his dad had gone after his mum; It had taken him all that much longer to land her because he'd made a spectacle of it. Harry didn't want to wait forever for Ginny to come around.

Not that he thought that he was going to wind up having a 'forever' with Ginny Weasley, but still. He wanted a proper shot. A chance to get her out of his system.

Now though he had to wait for her to finish with Dean.

Or maybe not…

She had been with Michael when they'd first kissed after all, and that had been what ended it between them. So, maybe if he managed to get her on her own again and let nature take its course then Ginny would break up with Dean and Harry would have a real opportunity with her.

So, he would simply need to try to get her alone again.

But they didn't have any of the same classes with him being in his sixth year and her in her fifth. She seemed to never be in the Library when he was either.

She was back on the Gryffindor Quidditch team again, as a Chaser this year. But Dean was on the team with her so that meant that when she was going to and from Gryffindor Tower to the pitch, he was right there with her. And her brother Ron as well, but that was besides the point.

Harry did get distracted every now and then from his pursuit by a wayward female, but he couldn't go to Hogsmeade without a date, it was the whole point of going to Hogsmeade.

Granted, his dates didn't like it when they caught him staring at another girl while they were on said date. It was even worse when he was kissing them while staring at the other girl, which he'd only been caught doing once by his date.

Ginny had noticed though.

He liked when she noticed, because it meant that she held some interest in him.

Those had been two excellent snogs that he'd had with her. He knew that she had enjoyed them as much as he had, sure she hadn't had the obvious bodily reaction that he had, but he knew she'd been just as turned on as he had been.

She just needed to give him a real chance.

"Stop staring at me all the time," Ginny hissed at him when she cornered him the day after a Hogsmeade visit, finding him in the library.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," he said evasively. "Maybe you're projecting? Only seeing what you want to?" Teasing her like this was just too easy. She got all red and flustered, it caused a nice glow about her, really made her shine.

Ginny rolled her eyes at him. "Fine. It's all in my head." She shook her head and started walking away from him.

He caught her by her elbow. "Alright. Let's say that I have been staring at you. You're saying you don't like it?" Sunday morning was a good day to be tucked away in the stacks, there were a lot less people that used it this early, intent to stretch out breakfast for as long as they could before finishing the homework they'd put off due on Monday. It meant that the place was basically deserted.

"No-" she started.

"Good, so you do like it," he said smugly cutting her off. He caught her eyes dart down to his lips and felt a victory.

"That's not what I-"

But this time Harry cut her off with his lips.

Merlin, kissing her was just so much better than kissing anyone else. She clutched at him as an automatic reaction. He worried she was going to push him away, but she didn't, she just gripped him closer.

Again and again their lips moved against each other's with their bodies moving closer until he had her backed up against the bookcase. She smelled like wildflowers and it was so intoxicating. He wound his arms around her and couldn't stop himself from letting his hand fall down to her bottom. She had such a nice bum on her. There was some actual substance to it, and it had grown a bit since he saw her in the bath last year.

Her breasts had grown a bit as well. Fuck she had filled out so nicely.

He could have easily just drowned himself in her and he didn't understand this power she had over him. They barely ever spoke to each other, but everything about her was just so right.

No doubt he had some kind of magic over her as well. Otherwise why would she keep responding to him like this every time they kissed.

"What are you doing?" The sharp voice of the librarian shocked them apart. It wasn't directed at them though. Thankfully Madame Pince was scolding someone an aisle or two over and hadn't caught the two of them snogging.

"Again," Ginny said through grit teeth after she'd caught her breath.

"Again?" Harry asked her in confusion.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she growled and pushed him away from her.

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining in between your moans," he defended in a whisper.

Ginny took a deep steadying breath. "Fine. You're right, I didn't stop you. This is all my fault. Apologies. It won't happen again."

He wasn't sure exactly what was going on. She was holding herself so stiffly but was basically vibrating with rage.

What the hell? She'd been enjoying herself a minute ago.

"I guess we'll just see about that won't we?" he crossed his arms and leaned back against the opposite shelf.

Dean wasn't looking too happy the next day during their shared Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It almost looked as though he might have been broken up with the previous evening, Harry thought smugly. He kept overhearing Ron saying, 'I don't know, mate'.

Yep, Ginny had definitely broken up with Dean because she'd cheated on him. Dean just didn't know the cheating part, and Ginny certainly didn't seem about to tell him, nor was Harry, so Dean could just stew in the confusion over the abrupt end to his relationship for all Harry cared.

Unfortunately, Ginny was steadfastly avoiding being alone with Harry again. That caused them both to start lashing out at each other in the halls. It must have been a little mind boggling to those around them. Blaise didn't know what was going on and from the expression on Ginny's friends faces they didn't get why she would throw snide comments at him in the hallways.

He did his best to just move on from the idea of something happening between them, and it was making him surly.

It was after yet another Potions dungeon detention that he came across her in the Prefects Bathroom.

"Alright. This time its on you," he told her before shutting the door. He should have been excited to see her there but he was covered in disgusting slime and Snape had been going on about how like his father he was, except making it sound like it was a bad thing.

Harry barely paid her any mind as he took off his robes, stripping down to his boxers again and dipping into the water with his eyes closed, rubbing at his skin to get the layer of grime off.

They stayed there in the bath across from each other in silence for several minutes before he opened his eyes and saw that she had her eyes rimmed slightly with red and was staring off at something past him.

"What's happened?" he asked with a frown.

"Nothing," she sniffed. "I just needed a good soak."

His brow furrowed. "You are a very poor liar."

She chewed her lip and considered him.

As the sweat and potions was carried away from him in the water and the heat from the bath helped relax his muscles he started to appreciate being stuck in this situation with her again.

"My dorm mates were just giving me a hard time, that's all. Figured I'd come here and have a soak," she told him. "And," she said after a moment, "I may have figured you'd show up after your detention."

It was barely a whisper, what she'd said, but he'd heard it.

"You… how did you figure I'd show up here?" he asked. There were a couple people who knew he'd been in detention, but so few of them knew he snuck into the Prefects bath after those detentions.

"I. I have this map of the school," she admitted. "It shows me where everyone is, passwords, hidden passages and such. I've seen you come here after your detentions with Snape before. I took a shot that you would be coming here after."

She sought him out? Now he wasn't feeling anywhere near as miserable as he had been when he first stepped through the door.

"And what exactly were you hoping I would be able to do for you?" he asked. There was a bubble of hope growing in his chest, one he didn't completely understand.

Ginny's brown eyes locked on his and for a moment he felt completely frozen staring at her. "I was hoping for a distraction, I guess."

"I'm a distraction for you?" He started moving towards her and she kept her eyes locked on him as he drew neared.

"Yes," she said evenly.

He could work with that. But this time she was going to be the one kissing him. He moved the rest of the way across the bath and rested against the side of the tub beside her, crossing his arms.

Ginny took the hint. She came around to stand in front of him, her hands coming down to pull his own apart and place them on her hips. He didn't dare do or say anything, she wanted his hands on her, okay, but that didn't mean- No, that's a stupid line of thinking. That did mean that she wanted to fool around with him. She came closer to him slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Then she was kissing him.

She was ardently kissing him.

Ginny was putting everything she had into this kiss and Harry was left feeling pretty dizzy. She was grabbing and touching him everywhere she could reach and giving him license to return the favor. He pulled her even closer, moving forward a bit and pulling at the underside of her thighs so she would wrap them around him while they lost themselves in each other.

He wasn't prepared when her hand dove inside his boxers though.

"Ginny!" he gasped, then gave a groan as she began stroking him.

"You want me to keep going now?" she purred in his ear.

"Mhmm" he managed. She was a woman on a mission. He'd had dreams like this before, but for all the dates and snogging partners he'd had they hadn't gotten this far.

His hand slipped under her own bathing suit to grasp at her breast while they continued snogging and she didn't give him any objection. In fact, she pulled at the bathing suit top and removed it completely to give him unobstructed access to her breasts.

"Ginny," he groaned her name as his lips trailed down her neck. He was unprepared for her to fiddle with the bottom half of her bathing suit and his so she could lower herself onto his erection. "Gin!" he couldn't find it in himself to stop her. He didn't want to.

He was fully sheathed inside her when he pulled his lips back and saw a flash of pain on her face. She'd been a virgin! He felt the resistance give way. They'd lost their virginity together! He hadn't expected it to be like this!

They said nothing, he just stared at her in shock and pleasure while she adjusted to the feel of him.

Then she started moving up and down on him and they set a rhythm that felt incredible. She was so tight and warm. The weightlessness of the water just added to the experience. He was in a world of pleasure. He turned them around so he could press her against the side of the tub, his movements becoming more sure alongside their gasps and groans of pleasure.

After a few minutes her hand came between them and he watched with fascination as she rubbed herself while they moved together.

He was amazed that he was lasting so long with how good it felt, but with only the feel of his hand as reference this was a different experience all together and the adjustment was making the experience, miraculously, drag out.

He felt her begin to tighten around him and then he felt the familiar tug from his balls letting him know that this was going to be over soon. He cried out his finish and she was only a few seconds behind him.

"Ginny," he said once he caught his breath. "Ginny, what was that about?"

She bit her lip and her face took on a whole new kind of glow. "I wanted to get it over with," she told him quietly.

"Get what over with?" he asked.

"Erm. You know. Erm, my… sex."

"You wanted to get 'sex' over with and I was who you immediately thought of?" He wasn't sure quite how to feel about that. On the one hand, he'd just had sex with Ginny and that was the stuff dreams are made of, literally. On the other hand, in his dreams there was a bit more of a buildup that included him telling her that he had real feelings for her and then she would respond with the same before they just ravaged each other all night long.

She couldn't meet his eyes and then pulled away from him. Both of them gave a groan as their bodies disconnected. She adjusted her swimsuit, grabbing for her floating top and pulling it back on and he righted his boxers.

"You've proven that you can keep a secret. You haven't seemed to have told anyone about our other… erm, meetings," she explained.

Harry fought hard to keep the disappointment off his face. She only wanted him because she figured he wouldn't tell anyone.

"Right," he frowned. That meant that she had only been interested in using him and in disservice to his gender he was not happy to have been used like that. "Glad I could help you out then," he said miserably.

This was not at all the way things were supposed to go. Before he could let his emotions get the better of him, he got out of the bath and dried himself off, leaving her alone in the bathtub again.

()()()

Ginny felt a little bad about what she'd done, how she'd used him for her own needs.

Maybe 'needs' was a bit of a stretch, but she had been finishing up her fifth year and all the girls in her dorm had been going on about their sex lives and Ginny didn't have one. Sure, fifteen was still a bit young to be worrying about that, but Romilda had made her feel pretty low.

Searching out Harry Potter to cross that little task off her list had seemed like a good idea at the time.

It had certainly felt like a good idea when they were in the throws of it as well. His expression afterwards though had not been something she liked witnessing.

And she didn't quite understand it either.

He was a bad boy. He always got in trouble with the professors, he dated girl after girl, never settling down. So why Harry Potter had looked so upset to learn that she had sought him out with the intention of losing her virginity to him, Ginny just couldn't wrap her mind around it.

She'd spent her summer break trying not to think about it. She focused on enjoying herself and helping out her twin brothers with their business venture. She'd earned enough with them to buy herself a new Nimbus 2000 and was going to use it to wipe the floor with the rest of the Quidditch teams at school.

Ginny was made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain this year, something that shocked her since Ron was still on the team, but the Captain was elected by the Head of House and Professor McGonagall had flat out told her that her approach to guiding the team would be a little more friendly than Ron's would be; Ron tended to lash out irrationally when things didn't go his way.

Harry Potter was made the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

That was something Ginny discovered when the Team Captains met to divide up practice times on the pitch for the year on the Hogwarts Express.

All she could think when she saw him in the compartment was of how they'd shagged. She shagged him before she left school for the summer. He had literally been inside her, and it had felt amazing. But it could absolutely not happen again.

The schedule was made up easily enough and Ginny went back to her compartment. She needed to get over this thing she had for Potter. It had been going on for long enough. It wasn't like he was pining over her or anything.

Though, she should probably start taking a contraceptive potion once a month. Just in case that situation ever comes up naturally again.

Oh Merlin, now here she was thinking that if she was ever alone with Potter again, she'd simply jump him. Get some self-control woman!

Walking down the corridor she passed a compartment full of Gryffindor boys in her year and paused. It wasn't as though her previous single status had stopped her from snogging Potter, but maybe having a boyfriend as a distraction might help.

Before she could change her mind, Ginny knocked on the door before sliding it open. "Andrew," she smiled at the sandy haired boy she'd sat beside several times in class. He was cute, smart, didn't make too many disgusting jokes and other girls he'd dated didn't have terrible things to say about him. "Can I chat with you for a moment?"

Twenty minutes and a quick snog in the loo later and that was settled. Maybe she felt a little bad for using him, but she might eventually develop proper feelings for him. She walked Andrew back to his compartment and carried on back to her own where Demelza and Luna were waiting for her.

"That took long enough," Demelza commented.

"Oh, right. Well I may have also been snogging Andrew Martin for a bit before I came back here," Ginny grinned.

"What?" Demelza asked excitedly. "I didn't know you were interested in him!"

Ginny just gave a shrug and a smile.

That night Demelza helped her brew a contraceptive potion in the fifth-year girls bathroom.

Her sixth year had started out pretty well. It was a lot less stressful than her fifth since she didn't have such a heavy course load. Harry Potter seemed to be giving her a wide berth since they got back to school as well. She stopped looking for him on the Marauders Map to avoid him and had unfortunately come across him snogging other girls in the corridors, then ignored the sinking sensation in her belly when she saw it.

His eyes still found hers when he was kissing them too. It was always as though he was trying to tell her that it could be her his legs were between as he was pressing his partner back against the wall. All she would have to do was ask.

She'd been getting on just fine with Andrew. He was an alright boyfriend. He'd been… nice. Nice wasn't a bad thing.

It was as they were coming up on the Gryffindor versus Slytherin game that Ginny found herself alone in a room with Harry Potter for the first time since the Prefects Bathroom.

She had come down an hour before practice to get away from everyone and have some quiet time, apparently Harry had stayed quite late after his own practice that morning though. He was laying back on the bench seat tossing a Quaffle into the air when the door shut loudly behind her and he looked over.

"What?" he asked moodily as he returned to his task of tossing the Quaffle. "You need a shag again?"

It was like a slap in the face. She deserved that, but it still cut her to hear it. "I just. I came to tend to my broom before Gryffindor practice."

"So, you didn't know I'd be in here then? Your map doesn't show you the pitch?" he asked her dubiously.

Her face heated up at that. "It does, I just didn't check it." Finding her nerve, she strode over to the supply locker where she kept broom polish and rags.

"How is your NEWT year going?" she asked. If he was going to be sticking around in the room then maybe she could carry on a nice conversation with him. Perhaps removing the mystery of him a bit would help cool her burning loins around him.

"It is difficult," was all he said.

"Must be nice having less people in your dorm now though. Just three of you now that the idiot trolls have dropped out, right?" Crabbe and Goyle had failed most of their OWL courses two years back to back, the failed them again the following year and had simply given up on school now. She'd suffered through them being in a few of her classes last year and they were the worst in the class, even with them repeating.

"Yeah, real life of luxury," he snorted, but a genuine uptick coming to the corners of his mouth.

"What? Malfoy still a big sod?" she grinned.

"He's probably better than that one girl in your year, Vane. I swear her name is a good fit," he said.

"That's true. I'd prank her with a few of the twins items but I've no doubt she would get me back tenfold somehow." She gave a chuckle. "I see her being a trophy wife of a castrated heir shortly after she finishes up here, shagging the pool boy for kicks."

"And you?" Potter asked curiously.

Ginny was seated with her broom resting across her knees and the polish in one hand, feeling very at home with him right then. "I'd like to play professionally," she admitted. It was the first time she'd said it out loud.

"I can picture that," he said and rested his head back with his eyes closed.

"Really?" she asked, a pleased smile coming to her face. She'd thought whoever she told that to would laugh at her. What are the odds of a woman making a professional Quidditch team, really?

"Yeah," he said as though it was obvious. "You're a damned better player than most on the school teams and have been even when you weren't playing your position. I'm the youngest Quidditch player in a century and you still beat me at Seeking, which wasn't your preferred position."

"That was shear luck," she told him. "You know that, and it was the first thing you said to me after too. If you hadn't been so far away you would have gotten there in time to snatch it away from me."

"You knew what your chances of winning against me were, and you knew where you had to be to make it happen," he told her straight, sitting up now.

He was either being really nice, or really logical.

"Thanks," she told him. "What about you? Anything in particular you are working towards this year?"

"Auror," he told her immediately.

"Really?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, you're usually getting yourself into trouble, not helping others out of trouble," she grinned and gave a chuckle.

He grinned back. "That's how I'll know how the dark wizards work. My whole deal with being in Slytherin is to gain intel and confidences from the underbelly of society. You know, Boy-Who-Lived stuff." He waggled his eyebrows at her in humor then.

"Oh, Slytherin's aren't all bad. I'd say the worst wizards actually come from Hufflepuff because they are the best at playing innocent," she joked.

He let out a loud laugh at that one.

She was enjoying being here with him like this.

"Why are you seeing Andrew Martin?" he asked abruptly once he'd stopped laughing.

Ginny blinked at him twice before lowering her gaze to her broom. "He's nice enough," she shrugged.

"That's convincing," he said in an unimpressed tone.

Ginny chewed her lip and tried to think of another answer, something that was true and believable. All she could do was open and close her mouth a few times though with nothing coming out.

"I haven't heard anything bad about him," Harry shrugged. "But I haven't heard anything interesting about him either and you don't look all that invested."

A shiver ran through her whole body then as she stared at him. How was she supposed to be able to formulate a response when he was sitting right across from her looking so good and talking about her like he knew her? Really knew her?

Harry wasn't waiting for another answer though. He stood up and strode towards her, pulling her to her feet too and letting her broom and rag fall to the floor. Then he kissed her.

She'd relived every kiss they'd shared. It wasn't hard since there had only been a few, but they'd been amazing and memorable. How someone that had snogged half the female population of the school could make her feel like she was the only one that he truly wanted she didn't understand. Being in his arms with his lips on hers felt incredible and she didn't want it to stop.

She'd been taking the contraceptive potion monthly because of instances like this being a possibility.

And she wanted him again.

He'd been just the right amount of gentle with her last time, here in the Quidditch changeroom she was sure he would be just as good.

She pulled at his jersey to get it over his head. He pulled it off and his hands went to her own. In just her sports bra and trousers she pulled him to lay on top of her on the bench. His hands roved all over her body and she couldn't help arching against him to allow for his full range of movement.

His hand went down the back of her trousers, under her knickers and they brushed against her sex. "Yes," she moaned and encouraged him. Her own hands went to grasp him.

Then the door to the changeroom shut loudly again and there was a gasp.

Harry pulled away from her quickly and Ginny scrambled to grab her jersey off the floor before seeing it was Demelza who had stumbled upon them.

"Dem," Ginny blushed and took a step towards her friend, trying to somehow hide Harry behind her body even though he was half a foot taller than her and Demelza would have had to be blind to miss what had been going on. "Look. It isn't what it looks like. Well, I mean, it was, but it doesn't mean anything. We were just chatting and it happened," she gave an unconvincing one shoulder shrug. "Please, Dem, please don't say anything! It isn't going to happen again."

Demelza was looking between she and Harry with growing amazement showing in her expression. "You.. this… him?!"

"What?" Harry asked her to clarify. "Him what?"

"He's who," Demelza pointed at him, clearly connecting the dots about the contraceptive potion that they'd brewed together.

"No!" Ginny nearly shouted. "No, Dem. Come on. It isn't like that. We got a little carried away, that's all."

Demelza was looking at Harry behind her when something akin to shock settled into her features.

Ginny turned around to see what had happened, but Harry looked the same as always, calm and collected, he'd just pulled his jersey over his head.

"I'll just let you deal with this then," he said passively and went out the door, it shutting loudly once more.

"He's who you actually brewed the potion for, isn't he?"

Ginny wanted to refute it vehemently, but Demelza was one of her best friends, and the one that she turned to to brew the potion, she owed it to her to tell her the truth.

"I don't know why it keeps happening," Ginny admitted, feeling tears building up behind her eyes. "We just keep falling together. At least twice a year I find myself in his arms and I don't know why."

Demelza rushed forwards and collected Ginny into her arms and Ginny just lost it. She couldn't admit that she held a deep fancy for Harry Potter. She wanted him, she would cuddle her pillow at night sometimes and fall asleep better pretending that it was him. That was just pathetic.

Ginny could only imagine what he would say if she admitted to him that she wanted something real with him.

()()()

Sneaking out for a boys night with Blaise was exactly what he had thought he needed, but Blaise was more keen on picking up a girl than he was just drinking with Harry. Harry couldn't blame him though. Blaise didn't have a care in the world, and the only care Harry really had was completely pathetic.

What kind of seventeen-year-old is all 'woe-is-me' over a girl like this?

He and Ginny barely ever spoke to each other outside of glib comments made in the corridors and the occasional hook-up.

He'd been moody about how defensive Ginny had gotten when they were caught, and that was over a week ago.

Good news was she'd ditched her current boyfriend right after. That guilt of hers was easy to turn into a raging monster.

"Mate, this is Brittany," Blaise said loudly as he sat down with one girl on his arm and another, Brittany, that was sliding into the seat beside Harry. "Brittany works in the shop down the way. She finished up at Hogwarts two years ago."

"Do you remember me?" Brittany asked brightly.

Nope. Of course he didn't remember her. She had long blond hair and a bubbly look about her, they all tended to look alike. She could have easily been a body double for Lavender Brown or Pansy Parkinson.

"Course! Hufflepuff, right?" Harry gave her a suave grin.

"You do remember me!" she grinned.

Nope again, just obvious.

He was then trapped in a conversation with Brittany that went nowhere through two more drinks while Blaise and his lady friend got a room upstairs at the pub for an hour. The whole time he was sat there he tried to think of some way that this girl could be more appealing to him than Ginny was.

Dissecting the differences between them he figured out what it was that he liked so much about Ginny. She was bright, he'd overheard a few conversations she'd had with the Head Girl and she always held her own. She was a damned good Quidditch player, although Harry had no idea if Brittany could use a broom, but she didn't bring up Quidditch at any point over the last hour, so that was just a guess. Ginny just had this air about her, like she knew what she was doing.

He was obsessed, and it was pathetic.

And what did he do to try and get over her every time? Snog another girl.

But he didn't want to snog another girl.

Well, not this girl anyhow.

And he didn't want to sit here with her in this pub for any longer either.

"This has been great, catching up. But I think I need to get back up to the school," he told Brittany.

"What?" she asked in shock. "That's it? You're just leaving?"

"Er, yeah? I mean, I'll cover the tab if that's what you're worried about," he shrugged.

"No! I mean, aren't you going to ask me out or anything?" she nearly cried.

"Oh, er… no." Not seeing anything more he cared to say to help her out in this situation he put a few Galleon's down on the table and gave a wave to the bartender before pulling his cloak tight around him and heading back out into the night.

What a waste of time. He was just going to focus on getting his NEWT year done and winning the Quidditch cup. Anything else was just filler. Ginny wasn't going to decide that he was worth anything more than a few secret snogs.

Unless…

Could he possibly convince her?

Maybe he should try and get her alone more often? He could hang around after his weekend Quidditch practices, Gryffindor always had the pitch after they did. He didn't have a map of the school like she did, and full out stalking her was a bit overkill, but he could make a bit more effort than just staring her down while he snogged other girls.

Maybe it was a Potter thing. His Aunt did tell him that his dad had professed an early love for his mum. And his mum had basically hated him for the first six years of their schooling. Harry had read the letters his mum had owled home to Aunt Petunia, and they were pretty funny knowing she fell for James Potter after all that complaining.

Yeah, he would convince Ginny that whatever this was between them was worth a shot.

He managed to stumble up to the owlry and scribble out a few lines of poetry then send it off feeling smug. She'd get that at breakfast the next morning and see him in a whole new light!

That done he pulled his invisibility cloak over himself and found his way to his dorm to pass out.

When he woke the next morning he didn't remember that trip to the owlry at all. He just remembered sitting through a meaningless conversation with that Brittany girl and comparing her to Ginny. The pounding in his head wasn't letting him recall that very well either.

"Here," Blaise placed a steaming mug of hangover potion on his bedside table.

"Oh, cheers," Harry said gratefully.

"Can't believe you left a sure thing like that," Blaise shook his head. "That Brittany chick was gagging for it and you just walked away?"

Harry resisted the temptation to roll his eyes because he was sure it would just hurt his head further and he downed the potion in one go. Malfoy was getting dressed and passing them sideways glances.

"Wasn't interested," Harry mumbled and let the feeling of relief pass over him from the potion. "When did you get back?"

"Around five. Brewed the potion when I got back. I'll have a few cups of coffee for breakfast and see how far along I get in my day."

Harry nodded and stood up to start getting ready as Malfoy left the room. His clothes from last night were still on the floor by his bed and he saw that there were a few owl feathers on them. "Did we go to the Owlry last night?" he asked aloud. Then it came flooding back to him. "Oh fuck!"

He had to stop that letter from getting to her! He wasn't even sure exactly what he'd put in it but had no doubt it wasn't nearly as eloquent as he thought it was.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked him.

"I did something monumentally stupid." He was relieved then that Malfoy had already left the room. "I sent an owl to someone, basically saying we were meant to be together, and I need to try and intercept it!"

"What? Who?" Blaise asked, a big grin on his face.

"Never mind that. How do I get an owl back?"

"You don't," Blaise shrugged. "Who did you send it to?"

Harry had just finished pulling on his sweater vest and stared at his friend while he thought over telling him the truth. Gavin had been the only person he'd talked to about it because he was far enough removed from the situation.

Harry took a deep breath and then said her name, very quietly.

Blaise gave him a hard stare. "Once more?" he asked for the name to be repeated.

"Ginny Weasley," Harry admitted again, bracing for the response.

The expression that broke out across Blaise's face could be due to his approval or because he was going to start laughing hysterically.

"Mate, you are in so much trouble! Ginny Weasley? I know she's fit, but she can also be pretty scary. Is this why you two keep bickering when you see each other? I thought that was just due to Quidditch! It's because you fancy her?!"

He didn't have time to give his friend the full story just then, he needed to get to the owlry and try and stop the bird if it was still early enough. Finally checking his watch he saw that it was absolutely not early enough to stop it.

He gave a groan and sat down on the end of his bed to bury his face in his hands. "Fuck!" He would just have to face the consequences, explain to her that it was a drunken mistake.

He made it to the Great Hall after most had already cleared out for breakfast and he didn't see a sign of Weasley red hair anywhere near the Gryffindor table but she definitely had the letter. At least now he still had a bit of time to figure out some kind of explanation to give her.

Before lunch he needed to go to the library and get started on an essay for Arithmancy. He was focused on it when a piece of balled up parchment landed in front of him. He looked up in the direction that it came from and saw Ginny across the aisle at the other table and she was giving him a minute incredulous expression.

His throat constricted but he did his best to school his features as he took the balled-up paper and unfurled it nervously. He knew this was going to wind up being the letter he sent her last night. He just hadn't been able to remember what it was exactly he'd written. He knew his drunk brain had thought it was the most romantic thing ever composed.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Fire, Chocolate, Quidditch

Your so strong

HP

What is this? And you used the wrong 'you're'. GW

As he re-read the parchment over and over again, each time a bubble of laughter escaping him, then he felt his every muscle relax.

This was gibberish to anyone! The first line was the beginning to a love proclamation from Hamlet, but then he just wrote down words he associated with her. This was only a proclamation of love for her in his own mind, she couldn't translate this! No one would be able to.

Chuckling he scrawled underneath her writing.

Sorry, I was pretty drunk last night. I don't know what this is.

Then he balled it up and tossed it back at her.

She read it and shook her head at him, then focused on her own assignment.

That part of last night had come back to him, how he'd decided he wanted her and only her. How he wanted to woo her. He thought he might be able to figure out a way for her to take this seriously but getting her on her own had also proved quite effective in the past.

She was single now. Maybe he just needed to get her alone when she was single?

It was hard to find her on her own though after the time in the library. And it wasn't until Christmas break that it proved possible. His academic and Quidditch schedule were taking up quite a lot of his time. He'd thought that his OWL year had been rather demanding but even with less subjects his NEWT year was proving to be more time consuming.

The Ravenclaw students that stayed over the holidays were throwing a bit of a party and Harry had opted to stay for his last school Christmas break instead of going home, so he went to the party and ran into Ginny there.

Over the duration of the party he watched her take several shots and dance very poorly with a myriad of friends, but none of them looked to be anything more than a friend. As she was so drunk, he decided to get equally as intoxicated. It seemed like a logical decision to him, that way if something did happen between them then it wouldn't be seen as him taking advantage of her.

That was his already semi-drunk brain making the decision, not his sober one.

Thus, he wasn't overly surprised to wake up the next morning on the floor of the Charms classroom, tucked out of sight behind a desk with Ginny tucked right up against his side.

He didn't remember much after his fifth shot. Flashes of dancing, more drinks and then red hair. He closed his eyes and had the image of Ginny sitting on top of him with just her bra and skirt on while he lay on the ground and she rode him.

As painfully as his head was pounding just then it didn't stop his cock from twitching with interest at that memory.

The ground felt rather softer than it should have considering it was stone, and if he was not mistaken he was wearing only his socks under the cloak that was draped over both of them.

He'd done it! He'd drunkenly convinced Ginny to give him another go!

He turned to look at her, cracking his eyes open just a bit and saw her laying cuddled up against him, his cloak pulled up over her shoulder and her head resting on his arm. She still looked to be deeply asleep and it afforded him the opportunity to admire the number of freckles that were scattered across her nose. She hadn't been wearing much makeup last night, but there were some smears of mascara wiped backwards across her temple, and her lip stick was still prominent on the outermost parts of her lips.

He grinned at the image of how that lipstick had probably been transferred to his own lips.

For another good half hour at least he lay there appreciating the feel of her pressed against him before her breathing changed and wakefulness came to her.

Immediately he closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping.

He needed to know what her reaction was going to be without any influence from him.

He felt the brush of her eyelashes against his skin as they fluttered open and closed a few times. He felt her tense up and move her head to look at him and tried not to smile as he felt her sag in what he assumed was relief on her part.

There was a long moment where she simply stayed in that position, her head raised up off his body and staring at him. He'd done the same to her, so it was only fair.

She wasn't pulling away from him though. Her leg was exactly where it had been, tucked between his, her breast was still pressed against his side and her warmth was still keeping him warm. That was it! Now he knew she liked him more than she was letting on.

He felt her take a deep breath and gently extricate herself from his grasp though. She didn't say anything, she just pulled away from him and the cloak rose with her as she sat up.

He dared open his eyes just enough to see her looking around for her clothes like she was trying to get away without saying anything to him at all.

The hell with that!

"Good morning," he whispered.

Ginny stilled and then turned around to look down at him.

"Potter," she whispered back in greeting.

"I think we are passed the point of needing to address each other by our surnames, Ginny."

Ginny blushed and bit her lip as she pulled her shirt on over her head. "Do you know what time it is?"

He glanced towards the window. "Well, the sky is starting to brighten and it is the first of January, so I'd say around 8:30."

"Right," she nodded and continued getting dressed.

"Ginny," he drew out her name.

"What?" She was steadfastly looking in the opposite direction of him.

The words caught in his throat though. 'I want to be with you,' it was right on the tip of his tongue. "We can't keep meeting like this," he managed. It was close enough, but unfortunately it came out like it was a saucy pick-up line, like he was making fun of the situation.

He watched as she squared her shoulders and sat up, making sure to keep him covered by the cloak. "No, we can't," she said.

"Wait, Ginny! That's not what I," but she was already heading for the door.

Hastily he threw on his clothes and boots and went after her.

"Ginny!" he said in a harsh whisper once he caught up with her on the seventh floor.

"Please, just. Keep it to yourself," she said rounding on him.

He felt like he'd just been slapped. "Excuse me, but your friend is the only one at this school that knows there's ever been something between us. I haven't said anything."

"Good. So just keep me your dirty little secret then," she said through clenched teeth.

"No," he growled and swept down upon her for a kiss.

He didn't want this to be a secret anymore. He just wanted her to himself! All the time.

Couples from Gryffindor and Slytherin had worked out before, and he only had half a year before that didn't matter anymore anyhow.

"Harry, stop," she pulled back. "I can't do this with you."

"Yes, you can," he told her and captured her lips once more.

She was kissing him back for a moment, she could absolutely do this with him.

"No," she pulled back again. "Just… just find someone else to play these games with Harry."

"I'm not playing a game with you, Ginny," he told her firmly. Why wouldn't she believe him?

She didn't listen though, she just pried his hands off of her and left him standing there feeling useless and a little bit broken.

()()()

Ginny couldn't figure out what he was playing at. The notes just kept on coming. She would find them in her text books, they would be Owled to her when she was in her dorm room, left for her in her Quidditch locker.

Harry Potter just would not stop taunting her with love notes. It was ridiculous!

And it really hurt because she just could not stop thinking about him and wanting him, wishing it was real. She had to throw herself into her studies and Quidditch to try and distract herself and avoided him like the plague.

He was only going to be at school with her for a few more months, then she probably wouldn't see him for years.

However, he was in his final NEWT year. That meant that he had his NEWT exams in early June and then he was just lazing around the school for another week after while he waited for the results. He had nothing to do and several sunlit days to do that nothing in, and so did she.

All the older students were out and enjoying the weather, so while she and her friends were down by the lake, so were he and his friends. Her eyes were constantly drifting over to him.

He looked like he was getting on alright. All the weight of his school education was now off his shoulders and no doubt he was about to really enjoy the next few months of freedom he had before he started at the Auror Academy. She'd heard through the grapevine that he'd gotten in pending his exam results, but he was in the top five of his year so he was definitely in.

How someone who got in as much trouble as him was also as bright as him she just didn't find fair.

It wasn't fair that he was such an incredible snog either, or how he had the ability to write her such lovely notes that tugged at her heartstrings. It also wasn't fair that she couldn't tell just how many other girls were receiving the same treatment as she was. There was no doubt in her mind that a boy like him had several girls on the line.

Soul crushing disparity, that's what she was feeling about it.

She couldn't watch him frolicking around with his mates any longer, so she bid her friends farewell and decided to head over for a visit with Hagrid. Maybe help him out with the vegetable patch or some different creatures or something. Busy hands would get her feeling better.

"Plans for the summer?" his voice asked out of nowhere.

"Merlin!" she jumped. He had very light tread for someone nearly six feet tall. It was no wonder he made such a good Seeker if he was that stealthy on his feet. "Why are you following me?" she asked and continued on her way to Hagrid's hut.

"I think you know why I'm following you. I'd like to know why you haven't responded to a single one of my notes in the six months since I last kissed you," he told her straight.

That stopped her in her tracks.

Had it been six months? He had been the last person she kissed as well.

"We're only here together for another week and I was hoping you would have given in of your own volition by now, but apparently you simply won't. Why? Do you really not like me at all?"

His face was screwed up in anger, but there was a little hint of desperation to his voice.

"W-what?" she stammered. "You… I… what?"

"Give me a chance, Ginny," he told her straight. "A real one."

She knew she must have looked like a complete imbecile standing there staring at him with her mouth gaping open but she couldn't help it.

"Tell me truthfully," she said once she had regained control of herself. "Just how many girls are you playing this game of yours with?"

"What?!" it was his turn to ask. "What game? I'm not playing anything. I've been trying to get you to agree to go out with me for months. I want you to give me a chance, Ginny."

"But, but that's ridiculous. You could have anyone." She just didn't understand it. She knew she was pretty enough, not going to be winning any awards for it or having her face plastered on a magazine or something. But she wasn't super smart or witty or anything. She was just good a Quidditch and had a foul mouth.

"I don't want just anyone," he told her determinedly and took another step closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and she did nothing to stop him.

He was Harry bloody Potter, with the brilliant mind, amazing Quidditch skills and killer green eyes. She'd fancied him before even coming to Hogwarts, even when she learned he was sorted into Slytherin she'd still found him appealing. They'd been doing this back and forth thing for two years and she'd lost her virginity to him, just like she'd planned when she was ten (not that she'd told anyone about that, the plan or the execution). Fairy tales like this didn't come true. She wasn't some damsel that was going to tame his ways.

But he had been persistent about his admiration of her for the whole of this calendar year. And they only had a few days before they went their separate ways.

It… it couldn't hurt to give in a little, could it?

She rose her hands up to his shoulders. "Really?" she asked as a smile broke out over her face.

He relaxed his stance under her touch. "Really."

"So… are you going to snog me then, or do you just want to stand here a bit longer?" she asked, feeling brave.

()()()

Harry's last week at Hogwarts had been one of the best times of his life. With nothing to do and nowhere to go it had just been him and Ginny sneaking around with his Invisibility Cloak and her map. A map which, as it turns out, was created by his dad! He'd been bowled over when she showed him how to use it. Then she'd been bowled over to learn exactly who Messrs. Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail and Prongs were.

They hadn't announced that they were together to anyone, it had been too much fun sneaking around.

When summer came Harry took her out into the Muggle world and introduced her to his family, who instantly liked her and had a lot of fun showing her how basic Muggle items worked.

It had been really entertaining to watch Ginny watch television.

He started his Auror training shortly after she came of age though and they hadn't had much chance to see each other before she went back to school.

They had also been keeping their relationship quiet from her brothers and school friends. Her mum knew they were dating and her sister-in-law. The two of them helped cover for her when they went out.

Apparently there was still too much of a stigma between him and Ron that Ginny just wasn't keen to deal with.

It didn't bother Harry too much though, he was just glad they were together. They'd drop the charade whenever she wanted. In the meantime he had taken to popping into Hogsmeade during her weekends and he managed to attend the first Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch game and subtly cheer her on. Each game ending with them stashed away in a broom cupboard or somewhere else after staging a bit of a fight for the fun of it.

He was quite glad that there was only one other girl left on the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year. That meant that there was just she and one other girl that used their part of the changeroom. He'd been able to slip onto the Hogwarts grounds one weekend and showed up to her Quidditch practice. He could tell that Ginny was flustered seeing him there.

When she called an end to practice she had immediately stomped off to the changeroom and he'd followed her in, throwing up the locking and silencing charms. Ginny had just stood there in the middle of the changeroom with her face scrunched up. "You were trying to throw me off, weren't you."

"You'll need to get used to ignoring all kinds of distractions if you want to make it to the professional league," he told her.

"Yeah, well hopefully by that point I'll be getting shagged regularly so I won't be quite this antsy," she told him point blank.

"Oh really?" he grinned. "Got all kinds of plans for me, have you?"

"You bet I do," she purred and sauntered over to him, pulling him down to meet her lips. "Want to join me in the shower?"

Thirty minutes later and he was feeling so much lighter. "Gods I can't wait until next year," he said as he kissed her bare shoulder.

Never before had he realized just how much of a work-out sex could be. His abs were ridiculously sore after all the acrobatics they had attempted trying to shag standing up. It was worth it, mind, but really difficult.

"Next year when I'm not stuck at school but am relegated to a strict training regimen after being signed to a team, you mean?" she teased.

"Yeah, then," he chuckled. "When I'll be starting your days off right."

Ginny hummed in approval of that plan.

Once Ginny had come around to realizing that he'd been serious about the notes he'd been sending her the both of them had fallen hard and fast for each other. Talk like this, of them living together once she was done with school, they both took seriously. He was completely on board with her moving in with him, or them getting their own place once she finished up her year.

Right now he was sharing a flat with Blaise. But Blaise was actually off globetrotting and only stopped into the flat once every other month or so. Really it was just one room Harry was keeping for Blaise's things and Blaise paid half the rent.

"When do you think you'll be able to come and visit again?" Ginny asked as she toweled off.

"Hard to say. The schedule is all over the place and I sometimes don't know if I'll have a weekend free until just before. But I know I'm off between Christmas and New Years, just not the days of."

"They give the holidays to the trainee's do they?" she grinned.

"Yep, lucky me."

They both got dressed and he gave her one more lingering kiss before pulling down the spells he had put up. There was a flash of light showing the spell was brought down, but then another flash right before he tried the handle.

The door was still locked.

He tried it again and saw the spell coming down, then another spell was applied right before he yanked on the door.

"Er…" he stared at the door in confusion and tried again, then again.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked.

"I think someone is on the other side trying to keep us locked in."

"What?" Ginny chuckled. "Why would anyone do that?" Then she too tried to unlock the door and was unsuccessful. And again.

"I guess we're stuck in here for a bit," Harry chuckled.

"I don't get it," she said staring at the door.

"Clearly someone really wants us to shag a bit more," he grinned at her.

He had been joking, but she didn't look too adverse to the idea.

Twenty minutes later and he'd managed to get her off again. It was too close to his last one for him to have cum once more, so he still considered it a success.

"Right, well. That was fun," she said with a big grin and a big content sigh. "Let's see about this door again."

Harry tried it again and again it would not unlock.

"Isn't there another team that should be practicing right now?" he asked in confusion.

"Yeah, Hufflepuff have the pitch, but they use the other changerooms on the other side of the stadium."

He frowned at the door, but then looked back over at his lovely girlfriend and gave her a good eyeing up and down.

"Again?!" she asked incredulously.

They so rarely got time together anymore, he was eager to make the most of this situation now. "Can I use my mouth on you?"

Her jaw dropped open, but the blush that came to her cheeks gave him his answer.

It was an interesting experience going down on her. He didn't mind it at all. They had just showered after all. The taste was unlike anything he could describe, and clearly he'd found out exactly where he needed to pay more attention and just how much pressure she liked applied there.

Whoever was on the other side of the door keeping them locked in, he hoped they had applied a silencing spell too, because when Ginny came that time she did so loudly.

"I quite enjoyed that," he grinned as she lay there on the bench seat panting.

Eventually Ginny regained her sense of control and resigned to getting properly dressed again and pulling out her bookbag. Harry was giving her hints for her Transfiguration essay when the door to the room finally banged open and Demelza came in looking hurried.

"Oh good! You aren't naked. So look, I'm going to let the two of you out now, but I just wanted to let you know that you're both being complete idiots if you can't see that each of you is in love with the other. You're wasting precious time with this trumped-up feud between you. You want to be with each other and you're both using others as little distractions from what your heart is telling you is right. You should be together. And if my locking you in here hasn't given you enough time to finally say that to each other then you're both idiots." She managed to get that out as concisely as her excitement would allow.

"Now then," Demelza shook with excitement. "I have to go and focus on my own love life now because I have a date!" she grinned and gave a little hop. "At least I think it's date. We're going to the kitchens to get a late lunch just the two of us. Bye!" With that she left them in there.

Harry turned back to Ginny as the door shut and she was looking at him with a mirrored expression before they both burst out laughing.

"I guess there isn't any point hiding it anymore," Ginny shrugged.

"Not from her anyway. I guess we did stop her being able to use this room after practice."

"Shit, you're right," Ginny chuckled with the realization. "And no, I mean. If you're okay with it, I think letting my brothers know and our friends… well. It would give them time to get used to it before I just…" she stopped herself from saying anything further.

"Before you go from living at Hogwarts to living with me," he grinned.

She had a pleasant glow about her then. "Yeah."

He stood up then and offered her his hand. "Can I walk you back to your Common Room then?"

She took his hand and got to her feet, letting him be the one to carry her bag.

()()()