A/N - None of the characters in this story belong to me this is just my version of what could have happened.
This is my first story and is something that has been and idea of mine for several years. I've always loved Harry and Ginny as a couple but thought it was sad that they didn't get long together. This story will not follow cannon through the sixth year, however there may be some similarities. However one major difference is that I'm planning on the Battle of Hogwarts taking place a year earlier and Dumbledore actually being of some use to Harry during his sixth year.
Summary - Harry is enjoying his summer so far at the Burrow and is becoming closer friends with Ginny, and nothing more...Ginny is enjoying having Harry as a friend, and is 'definitely' over her silly crush, right?
Wind whipped through her long fiery hair as she dived towards the ball. Adrenaline flooded through her veins and, while evading the guard of her brother, scored the winning goal. She knew that they were going to win even before the match began. Hermione was an uneasy and weary flier at the best of times, and Harry was the youngest seeker in a century.
A cheer erupted from behind her, forcing her head to turn, revealing Harry with a huge grin spread across his face. It seemed so rare to see such joy on his face, especially since the death of his godfather, Sirius. She liked to see his smile, for more reasons than she dared to think upon. For more reasons than she should think upon. She was supposed to be dating Dean Thomas, another boy from Harry's dorm, she shouldn't be thinking of how she liked to see Harry smile. Or how she liked even more to know that she was the one to cause his smile.
Clearing her head as she landed, she heard Ron exclaim "That was so unfair. I…I think we deserve a rematch. I mean…we didn't even play with a snitch…It wasn't really a proper game of quidditch, was it?"
"Oh Ronald," She heard Hermione retort "stop being a sore loser, they won fair and square, with the rules you agreed upon before we began."
She heard Ron grumble a response as her mother called them in for dinner.
"You were great. I'll need that for the team this year, though maybe not under the same circumstances as last year." Harry chuckled.
"Don't worry," Ginny responded "I'm going for chaser this year. Your precious position is safe."
He laughed a response "Good."
As they went inside for dinner, Ginny had a huge grin spread across her face.
"I noticed you and Harry talking earlier…" Stated Hermione with an intrigued look on her face later that night.
"Yeah, he's a great friend." I responded, trying to block the image of what she was getting at from my brain.
"I saw you looking at him during the Quidditch match earlier…"
"That was nothing…He…he was my teammate. And I was watching the ball. That's what you have to do in Quidditch Hermione."
"You know, he was looking at you as well."
Ginny's stomach did summersaults. A lump formed in her throat.
"He was just watching the game. He definitely only thinks of me as a sister…Nothing more." She felt like she was telling this to herself more than Hermione. He would never like her like that. She was his friend. Nothing more. Unless…
"Alright…I just thought I saw something. Clearly, I didn't." Hermione said rolling her eyes in frustration.
Ginny laid back on her bed, her mind overrun with confusion about a certain raven-haired boy. 'Why can't anything ever be simple?' she thought.
Sleep seemed to be evading her that night. It wasn't nightmares like she used to frequently get after the incident in her first year. She knew what she needed, but with Hermione in the same room she knew she couldn't take care of the issue.
Thoughts of Harry had been plaguing her mind since their conversation earlier. Thoughts of him during their Quidditch matches at the Burrow. Thoughts of him laughing with her family. Thoughts of what they'd be like together. Of what it'd be like to kiss him. To have his hands running all over her body. Her hands running all over his. How his breathing would turn flustered and his cheeks would flush as she…
Breathing a heavy sigh, she slowly crept from her bed and out into the hallway. As she walked down the stairs, she thought she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She continued down the stairs and into the kitchen to investigate. Harry was stood over the sink, clutching the counter at either side, and breathing heavily. She could see the muscles in his back tensing. She knew she should probably leave him to his thoughts. But she couldn't take her eyes off him. Watching as his muscles contracted with his shaky breaths.
Seeming to sense she was there he slowly turned to face her. Dark rings lined the underside of his eyes and a faint hint of stubble shone across his jaw. She was suddenly aware of how attractive he had become over the last year and could feel her problem worsening.
"What are you doing down here?" Harry asked, dragging her from her thoughts.
"I could ask you the same thing." She responded, with a daring, mischievous look on her face.
"Dreams." He simply stated.
"Voldemort again?" She asked.
"Not quite." He stated simply, not elaborating any further and a slight pink tinting his cheeks.
"Oh."
"What about you?" He asked.
"Just couldn't sleep. One of those nights."
A smirk lit up on his face, "Let me guess…Hermione's snoring got too bad?"
"I think you're confusing Hermione with a certain brother of mine."
"Oh right." He laughed softly. A small dimple formed on his left cheek. Merlin it was so cute.
Heat rushed to her cheeks. 'Control yourself' her brain chided her. She was supposed to be dating Dean. She was supposed to be over Harry. She couldn't let herself go back to what she was like a few years earlier, unable to even maintain a conversation with him.
"You want a drink?" He asked, pulling her out from her thoughts as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"Sure, I think there's some pumpkin juice in the fridge, unless Ron inhaled that along with the rest of his dinner." She answered, emitting a chuckle from Harry.
After pouring them both a glass, Harry handed one to Ginny and they sat down on the floor together. The cold tiles shocked her legs, causing her to visibly shiver.
"Are you cold?" Harry asked.
"No, just the cold tiles."
He inched closer to her, the warmth of his body enveloping her. They spent the next hour talking about Quidditch, future plans, and how ridiculous it was that Ron and Hermione hadn't realised their feelings for each other.
"He did what?!" exclaimed Ginny in between breaths, she was laughing so hard she had to clutch her side.
"He started the rumour that Viktor Krum could only shag while listening to the sound of a screaming Banshee," he paused in an attempt to control his laughter, "…and that he would scream along with them as he climaxed."
That was the final straw. She couldn't breathe as tears fell from her eyes. "Okay…I know you shouldn't shame people based on what they like in bed but…Merlin that is weird."
"I know! And he tries to claim he wasn't jealous at all when he asked Hermione to the Yule Ball."
With her laughter finally under control she stated, "Of course he was jealous. When she walked in on Viktor's arm, he looked like he could murder the entire room and burst into floods of tears at the same time."
"Yeah…well with how he treated her leading up to the ball I'd say he deserved it."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment. She looked up at him and caught him staring at her. His emerald-green eyes seemed to pierce into her own. Like he could see straight into her soul. Merlin she could stare into his eyes for an eternity.
She could feel the breath in her throat stop. The world around her seemed to stop, as if no one existed outside of the two of them.
Then, without stopping to think about it, without thinking about the consequences, she leaned forwards, grabbing the sides of his face, and kissed him.