SLAM! Ginny closed her bedroom door as quickly as she could, whipped around, and started kissing Harry before he could think twice.
Slightly taken aback (though not exactly displeased) Harry pushed back momentarily with a look of surprise on his face. It had become clear through countless number of knowing glances, and what seemed like a metric ton of romantic tension, that they liked each other. But this? This wasn't something he'd expected from the normally well-behaved and reserved Ginevra Weasley.
"Whoa," laughed Harry, "Where'd that come from?"
"Oh Harry," said Ginny, slightly out of breath, "Now that we know we like each other—you can't deny it," she interjected, seeing Harry open his mouth to speak, "We're going to have to take every opportunity we can get if we ever want to be alone." Ginny's chest was heaving slightly, and Harry couldn't help but notice her modest but attractive cleavage rising and falling against the low neckline of her pink shirt.
"But should we really be doing this—" Harry threw a cautious look towards the door and lowered his voice even more—"now? The Burrow isn't exactly empty." He thought of the enormous Weasley family bustling around downstairs as Molly got dinner ready.
"Dinner's going to be on soon, Harry," Ginny replied hastily, "I reckon we have about five minutes until Mum wonders where we've wandered off to."
"You're right," said Harry, letting his mind travel where he'd been trying to keep it from for several years now, his eyes traveling across her slender body. "Ginny," he continued, taking a breath to renew his confidence, "You're the most beautiful witch I've ever known."
And with that, he put his lips on hers, his hands on her hips, and began sliding them up her loose pink shirt. For a few wonderful moments, the two interlocked, embraced, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. With a surge of confidence, Harry ran his hands up over her perky breasts and back down over her stomach and sides. Just then, Ginny rather suddenly pulled away, gulping.
"What's wrong?" said Harry.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pull away," she gulped, "I just..."
"Have I done something wrong? I'm so sorry Ginny, I shouldn't've—"
"No, Harry, it's not you! I just got embarrassed by how..." she gulped again, "soft... I've gotten recently."
It took Harry a moment to process this. Ginny was beautifully slender, she always had been. She was one of the slimmest girls he knew, except perhaps for Hermione. Sure, she may have had a centimeter or so of flesh pressing over her waistband that Harry hadn't expected to feel on this Gryffindor Chaser's body. Perhaps she'd lost a bit of tone during the off-season. But she was by no means fat, or even chubby.
"Soft?" exclaimed Harry, not sure whether he should laugh. "Are you mad?"
Ginny sat down on her narrow twin bed, pulling her clumsily rumpled shirt the rest of the way off, and gestured for Harry to sit down next to her. Her stomach bunched into a few small rolls—nothing unusual, but clearly something it pained her to show Harry, as she traced her slender fingers over it absentmindedly.
"I guess I just—I saw how big Mum got over the years, and I've seen the twins and Ron starting to pack it on, and I just—I didn't want to be like them. I've been trying not to eat as much as them, but I guess I—" Her voice caught in her throat. "I just wanted to stay beautiful and slim... for you."
"For me?" laughed Harry. "Ginny... I would love you just as much if there was more to you. Maybe even more." He hadn't even planned to say this last part, but it kind of just tumbled out.
"Really?" said Ginny, in a small voice. "I just thought you'd—you know, famous Harry Potter, you could get any skinny blonde girl who winked at you in the hallway, you know, if you wanted..."
"Ginny," said Harry, looking into her sparkling brown eyes. "Does that really sound like me?"
Ginny shook her head.
"I have no preference for bone-thin girls. I mean, you are beautiful, don't get me wrong—" Harry stumbled slightly over his words, still having yet to master the art of talking to a girl he liked. "But you would be at least as beautiful. Do you know why? Because I'd know you were eating whatever you wanted to!"
"If I ate as much as I really wanted to during the holidays," said Ginny with a nervous giggle, "I'd have a stomach out to here." She motioned with her hand.
"And I would love it," said Harry, placing his hand on Ginny's small beginning of a tummy, feeling the slight layer of softness that had grown over her slender, toned body. She inhaled quickly as his hand touched her, but gradually let it back out, giggling nervously again.
"Ginny!" came a shrill yell from downstairs. "Harry!"
"That'll be dinner then," said Harry with a smile, extending a hand to help Ginny up from the bed and handing her the pink flowing shirt that had been thrown to the floor. "C'mon, let's go eat." With a sparkling smile and glistening eyes, Ginny followed Harry out of the bedroom.