Upon request of Hinnylover2021 with the prompt: Ginny is with Dean when Harry asks Cho out. Ginny gets mad and takes Harry into a room and gives him a b***.

AN- Not going to be displaying the anger in Ginny here though, we're seeing things from Harry's perspective.

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Changing Moods- Girls are Complicated

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His palms were sweating. He knew it was because he was thinking about it too much. It was just a date. Only a date.

On Valentine's Day.

His first date ever too.

Cho kept throwing him these little looks, with a small smile or a glint in her eye. It kept reminding him of their kiss before Christmas holidays.

It had been quick, from start to finish. One moment they were standing in front of the board and talking about Cedric, the next they were kissing, and then it felt like only a second had passed and it was over then they both made their way back to their common rooms.

They hadn't talked much since then, only just to confirm that they were going to Hogsmeade together and it had been really uncomfortable for him. He was nothing but a bundle of nerves. He didn't know what he was doing, or how he should behave around her.

She was just so pretty.

And he really didn't want to keep slopping things down his front every time they talked and make a fool of himself.

Harry mentally shook his head and turned his focus back on the group at large, he was supposed to be circulating and helping everyone with their spells.

He forced himself to look away from her and check on everyone else that was practicing. Colin and Denis were really improving, Neville had come the farthest way though since they'd started. Luna had been surprisingly good at everything and helped with the younger of their group. Hermione and Ron he didn't have to worry about much at all.

Seamus though, the bloke kept finding ways to make every spell explosive. Harry didn't know how it happened, but every time Seamus learned a new spell it started off with smoke coming from one thing or another, he wondered what the core of Seamus' wand was made of that might have contributed to that.

Dean wasn't beside him where he normally was.

Harry raked his eyes over the group to find Dean and spotted him off in the corner of the room with Ginny; they were carrying on like they were friends. Harry's brow knit together at the sight of them and how closely they were standing, he didn't remember them being friends. He watched as Ginny gave a quick glance over at Ron before she turned back to Dean and smirked before grasping his tie in her hand and yanking him down to kiss her.

Harry's eyebrows went up in surprise.

Since when was Ginny seeing Dean?! Wasn't she dating that Ravenclaw bloke?

He gave another look around but didn't see the Ravenclaw anywhere. Corner, Michael Corner, that was his name.

When Harry looked back Ginny and Dean they had already started moving in different directions; Dean went back to stand beside Seamus, who greeted him with a waggle of his eyebrows. Ginny went over to stand near Colin and pulled out her wand, effortlessly casting the spell they'd all been working on.

Harry was baffled, but it was none of his business. He tried to push it out of his mind and continue circulating the room. He kept mentally replaying how Ginny had been the one to kiss Dean though. She didn't hesitate or blush or bite her lip or anything. She just went for it. She didn't seem to have any issues with nerves or her stomach being tied up in knots because she wasn't sure what she was doing, or if it was okay.

And Dean certainly didn't seem to have been bothered, nor did he look like he wasn't sure what to make of it.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the clock struck the hour.

"Alright, everyone, that's time. Really great effort today, remember to practice this in your own time and get back to your common rooms, preferably without getting caught or interrogated," he half joked. Umbridge was on to them, they all knew it, she just didn't know where they met or what they were getting up to yet.

"Ron and I have got prefects rounds," Hermione told him when she came over.

"Right, yeah. I'll see you guys later." Harry stayed back, always the last to leave. He watched everyone taking off, including Cho who gave him a small wave in farewell. He wished she would have stayed back though, that way they could have talked a bit, maybe have quelled his nerves over this date of theirs that was coming up.

"Looks like we're the last," Ginny said, suddenly right beside him.

Harry jumped, not having heard her coming, to which, Ginny laughed. "Not paying much attention, are you?"

"I was distracted," he said defensively.

"Uh huh, I saw," she rolled her eyes. "You should roll your tongue back into your mouth, if not now, at least for your date with her."

"I do not have my tongue hanging out! And you should talk, don't think I missed you snogging Dean a minute ago." He was feeling defensive, and slightly jealous. Not so much jealous of Dean, but of how she and he had just kissed and Ginny clearly wasn't bothered about it.

Ginny gave a scoff. "that wasn't snogging, it was a kiss."

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"Duration," she stated, like it was obvious.

Since when was she so relaxed around him? And since when had she switched boyfriends? "What happened to the Ravenclaw you were seeing?"

"He turned out to be an idiot. Now Dean's asked me out for the Hogsmeade trip, that was me saying 'yes'," she said. There was a look of pride in her eyes.

"Wait, so that was the first time you kissed him, and it was here in a room full of people?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Not all of us need to wait until there isn't another soul in sight before kissing someone." There was an edge to her voice, like she was mad that he'd kissed Cho.

That was confusing. He knew she used to have a crush on him, but it had been a while since she'd turned bright red and been unable to make eye contact with him, he thought that meant she was over it. And, she was on to boyfriend number two, at least as far as he knew.

"What's wrong with wanting privacy? I'd never kissed anyone before, and I really liked her. If she was going to reject me, at least there weren't any witnesses."

Ginny raised her eyebrow at him. "Seriously, Harry? Cho has been pretty obvious since the train back to Hogwarts in September. She may not be ready to drop down to her knees and suck you off, but from what I heard it was only a kiss, and a bad one."

"I, I, what? What makes you think it was a bad one?!" And who the hell said anything about him wanting Cho to… do that? He might have had a few daydreams about her, but they hadn't gotten that far, even in his mind.

"'Wet' is not how I would describe a good kiss," she teased him.

"I… well." He wasn't sure what to say then. It had been his only kiss. He did another look around the room, wanting to make sure they were completely alone before this conversation went any further. "You already know it was my first kiss, we haven't had an opportunity-"

"Bull shit," Ginny cut him off. "You just saw me seize the opportunity five minutes ago. There are always opportunities, you just need to go for it."

"Well, how much do you like Dean? Because I really like Cho," there was another flash of something that he caught in Ginny's eyes, but he pressed on, "and I don't want to screw this up."

That flash was gone from her eye and she gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder. "The only way you're going to gain confidence is with practice."

"Yeah, well, in order to practice I'll need to confidence to make a move on her, won't I?"

"You could practice with someone else," she suggested.

He gave her a look like she was teasing him with that line, but from her expression he wasn't sure she was. And that thought intrigued him.

Practice with someone else? Like who though? Luna?

No, that was absurd.

He couldn't ask her, could he? She'd just agreed to go out with Dean.

And he was going out with Cho, on their first date. It wouldn't be right to be 'practice' snogging someone else. Even if it was so that he could try and impress Cho.

Ginny had looked fairly confident about her kissing abilities though. Maybe she did know more about it?

"That's a mighty interesting look you're giving me there, Harry," Ginny said. That was definitely a teasing tone in her voice now.

"Are you trying to make me uncomfortable?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, I get it. I'm never anything more than one Weasley brother or others little sister, for you it's Ron, and the idea's revolting."

"No, that's not what I said!" he told her angrily. "Don't twist my words around like that."

She started heading to the door. "Forget I said anything."

"Hey," he went after her, "wait." His hand came down on her shoulder and he turned her around to face him, a hard defiance shining through her brown eyes. Right then and there he saw for a moment what had drawn Corner and Dean to her, and it was appealing enough to him that he wanted to take her up on this offer of hers. It would help give him some confidence when it came to Cho.

"You'd really be okay with… helping me out? Even though we both have dates in a week?"

"Sure."

She said the word, but he got the feeling she was as nervous as he was about this potentially happening. It would be weird, wouldn't it? She used to fancy him, he considered her family his family on some level, but somehow he'd never thought of Ginny as 'family', just… Ginny. She was simply, sort of, there.

And it couldn't possibly make him worse.

Wet. The word hung over him. He didn't want his kisses to be described as 'wet', and she was right, the only way he was going to be able to get better was by practicing. She was his only option.

"Er… when, when would you want to."

"Seriously?" she laughed. "We're in an empty room right now and you're asking when we can schedule something for later?" Ginny rolled her eyes and pulled him closer to her. He barely heard her telling him to 'live in the moment' before she was kissing him.

His eyes grew wide in surprise from how abruptly it happened, then they slipped closed as he gave over to how nice it felt. Her lips were up against his and they were making this movement, repetitious and really nice, like his own lips were a refreshing drink she was taking her time with. The sensation of it didn't just have his eyes closing, it had them rolling back in his head.

It was minute before he started reciprocating, figuring out how to move his own lips against hers. Then their hands started wandering. Ginny was the first one to start moving her hands around him.

"Ginny," he said her name in question.

"Just copy my movements and you'll do fine," she whispered before going back to keeping their mouths occupied.

He was fine with that. His nerves were calming, it was like he was sinking into a warm bath. He wasn't used to people touching him, but her small fingers began slowly moving up his back, working in circles around his skin and it felt incredible.

Copy her movements, his brain shouted at him through the haze.

He tugged at her shirt so it would come out from where it was tucked in her trousers and he mirrored her movements. Her skin was so warm and soft. He continued to move his hands up her back until he felt something there, her bra. Something about feeling that, it made him kiss her harder, take charge of the situation.

Her hands came back down to his hips and she came even closer to him, so they were pressed together. He managed to hold back a groan, because she was now pressed right against his arousal.

He hadn't realized until then what her kisses had done to him, but he didn't want to stop. His thinking that this was a strange thing that they were doing, practicing, it was completely replaced by his hormones. His hormones were telling him to slip his hand around to her front and see how good it would feel to have her breast in his hand.

He dipped his fingers under the strap of her bra and wrestled with it a bit to bring them around to her front, feeling her sigh against his lips as he palmed her there.

He was so lost in the feel of her lips against his own and his hand over her breast that he didn't realize until her hand was down his pants that she'd undone his trousers. His gasp of surprise turned into a groan as she stroked him.

This was not at all how he'd expected it to go. A short kiss was all he'd thought she meant, now she was stroking his cock while he was fondling her breast and he didn't have the willpower to stop it, because it didn't feel wrong.

In fact, it felt really, really good.

She kept up her hand movements and he felt her tongue at his lips. From that he started thrusting his tongue into her mouth as his hips started thrusting his erection into her hand. His trousers fell to the floor and he didn't care, everything felt too fucking good.

He pulled his hand out from under her shirt and wove both his hands into her hair, pulling her face closer so he could snog her more thoroughly, panting from the sensations going on between his legs.

Ginny pulled back though, or rather, she pulled down.

Harry made a moan of protest, he wasn't done snogging her yet! She couldn't leave him all pent up like this!

He blinked his eyes open and felt a breath of cool air, followed by hot against his cock and looked down to see that Ginny was on her knees in front of him. He had just enough time to register what was going on before she took him in her mouth and he gave the loudest groan. Her mouth was so hot and wet.

This, this was the good kind of wet.

Kisses shouldn't be wet, but his cock in her mouth, that absolutely should be.

She was slow about it, her hand was still curled around the base while her mouth was moving up and down, taking a little more of him in with each pass.

He couldn't talk and he couldn't think, the only thing he could do was give her verbal encouragement in the form of moans as she worked him over.

His eyes had closed again, and head lolled back. At one point he felt obligated to look down and watch himself disappearing into that mouth of hers, her plump, pink lips sliding further and further down his shaft while her pale hand stroked him, starting to pick up speed.

He felt desperate to grab her by the hair and thrust himself into her mouth, but he managed to restrain himself by gripping hard to the table edge behind him.

His breath grew labored as he felt his end approaching.

"Gi-Gi," he stumbled over her name as he tried to give her warning, then it was too late because he was crying out his finish, his one hand suddenly fisted in her hair as he forced her to move in the way he needed, milking out his finish so the sheer pleasure would last longer.

Once his climax had completely receded, he managed to pull up his pants and fall back to lay on the table and recover.

He could hear Ginny moving around and didn't know what she was doing, he also couldn't find it in him to care much right then either. His body was in a completely euphoric state.

Eventually he realized it was really quiet in the room and he wondered if she'd left. Harry managed to sit up and saw her sitting five feet away from him on the floor, her back resting against one of the columns there.

She was playing with a bit of her hair and looking towards one of the fake windows in the room.

And he felt entirely awkward now.

They had just snogged, and she'd given him a blow job! His dick had been inside her mouth.

Her.

Ginny Weasley.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, him not knowing what to say or where they should even begin to start discussing this.

She turned back to him, still playing with her hair, and she seemed calm.

Too calm.

"You know I used to fancy you, right? Well, I guess I still do," she admitted as an afterthought. "You being obsessed with Cho though, that helped give me the kick in the pants I needed to get over it." She gave a dismissive laugh. "I don't know what I was thinking. You and me?"

He still couldn't figure out what to say.

"Don't worry," she assured him. "I'm not going to tell anyone or lord it over you. You can carry on as you were and pretend this didn't happen. I guess I was just being jealous and selfish, I couldn't help it."

"What are you talking about?" he managed.

She bit her top lip and looked down at the floor, beginning to trace the lines in the stone with her finger. "So, I guess I figured that the only way I would really get over you was to… do something about it. And I'm sorry. I just wanted… I always wished that," she shook her head, "never mind." She licked her lips and got to her feet, pulling the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "It was just practice, right?" she said chipperly. "Glad I could… lend you a hand," she smirked.

He was still staring at her, dumbfounded.

She stood there, looking at him for a moment longer. "And, I guess this will just be our little secret."

With that, she headed out.

And he had no idea how to process this. He certainly wasn't nervous about his date with Cho anymore though. His mind was now reeling about something much larger than that.

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