Disclaimer: It's not mine it's J.K. Rowling's, and how many time do I have to say this? Hee hee.

Authors Notes: Well I sat here and thought determinedly, 'Right, Snowflakes and Sunbeams, next chapter here we go! Gonna do this! It can be done!' I figure I'll sit through it tediously, and again I apologise for my lack of enthusiasm on this… :(

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Ginny raced into the kitchen of The Burrow to meet Harry but was unfortunately waylaid due to the form of her father blocking the doorway. She pulled on his robes gently, standing on her tiptoes as she did so, attempting to get a least the tiniest glimpse of Harry. But all she could see was Hermione grinning brightly and laughing animatedly at something Ron had said.

With a push on her father's arm she tumbled past him, and ended up falling onto the floor in a scrambled mess. As she hoisted herself to her feet she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, her blush was burning. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively and grunted to herself, and then taking a step forward she surveyed the scene.

It had only been a month or so since she'd seen Harry but he seemed to have changed so much, his ebony hair was less messy and lay neatly across his forehead, where his lighting bolt scar was just visible. His green eyes were glittering, and seemed to sparkle with a life of their own every time he smiled or laughed.

Edging closer Ginny felt her heart quicken, her breaths coming unevenly, it was strange how just the sight of him could get her so riled up. Then when he turned and looked at her, smiling a smile that was just for her, so bright it lit up the room, Ginny's knees went weak. She took her hand to the table and propped herself up, smiling back at Harry and hoping her smile matched his.

Harry grinned broadly moving away from Ron and Hermione and over towards her. Ginny held a breath as he paused in front of her extending his hand towards her shoulder. Electricity swept through her body as Harry's fingers brushed against her skin and he pulled the strap of her dress back up gently.

"Oh," Ginny mumbled and her face redden even more, if that was even possible. "That was me… falling over, you know." Giggling nervously she took her gaze away, it was too embarrassing. She wasn't used to Harry acting that way; he was obviously trying to change since leaving Hogwarts.

"Yeah, I know," replied Harry eventually, his mouth still set into that dreamy smile Ginny loved so much. He glanced over his shoulder at Ron and Hermione. "They still at it?" he asked with laugh.

Rolling her eyes Ginny laughed again. "More than before." She shook her head after remembering last night… it involved Ron, Hermione, the usual incriminating sounds, and very loud slapping noise that she'd heard around midnight. She hadn't bothered bringing the subject up at the breakfast table.

"Don't worry, we'll sort 'em out," he said, then surprisingly slapped her back quite hard. The small redhead stumbled forward and used to table to balance herself again. Harry looked at her with concern, biting down on his lower lip. "Sorry… too hard."

She nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm not my brother! Well it'd be scary if I was… guy bits, and-I'll shut up now." Ginny giggled nervously again and buried her head in her hands. "I'm sorry," she sniggered.

"What's up with you?" Harry teased and smiled again, nudging her with his elbow. "Come on, let's go outside or something." He took hold of her hand and gripped it tightly pulling her back towards the door.

"Umm, we're just going out," Ginny called quickly before grabbing the door handle and pulling it shut behind her. She turned around and followed Harry as he led her to the centre of the garden and then sat down in the shade beneath a tree.

Ginny sat down slowly and smoothed out her dress around her legs nervously, pausing to run her finger along a wrinkle before banishing it with the palm on her hand. She then turned her attention to a wavy piece of her hair and twiddled it between her thumb and forefinger before ending up putting the end of it in her mouth.

The green-eyed boy sat next to her was quiet for a few minutes too, and when she ventured a glance to him she saw him staring off across the fields next to the garden. There was a strange sense of longing in his eyes, a sense of wanting to be somewhere else.

"Harry?" she questioned softly, placing her hand on his arm.

Harry snapped back into reality, and Ginny found herself jump back as she saw the intensity in his eyes when he looked back at her. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I was just… just thinking about a few things. The future… the past… you."

The future. Her. To hear both things in the same sentence was strange, and Ginny felt an odd flutter in her heart again, she took a deep breath. "What about…?"

"I think that… I don't know what you feel of course, but I think that maybe…" Harry trailed off and she looked at him expectantly, it was another minute before he continued. "Back in school I never really paid much attention to you and I feel bad about that, I should have asked you to the Yule Ball back in 4th Year, I should have…" he paused again. "We should have been together, after what happened… you should have been with me, that way you could have been safe."

"Harry don't blame yourself," she said, "If it's anyone's fault it's mine… I should have told you bluntly how I felt instead of messing around and shying away, pathetic really."

Harry's eyes glowed with a passion and he took hold of her hands tightly. "No!"

"Yes," Ginny argued flatly.

She was about to move to get up feeling embarrassed once more when she felt Harry's grip tighten. "Don't go anywhere," he said, "Listen to me, OK."

"Fine," she said with a sigh and rolled her eyes.

"I was the one that didn't pay any attention whatsoever to you, goddess of women, with silky flowing red hair, deep mysterious eyes…" Harry smirked. Ginny pulled one of her hands from his grasp and slapped his arm. "Ow," he whimpered and bit his lip. "All right, that was a bit too much… time in Muggle-land, been reading Shakespeare."

Ginny arched an eyebrow curiously. "Shakespeare?"

"Muggle author… Ginny, I want to be with you," Harry declared obviously not wanting to scout around the truth.

Her jaw dropped open and she stared at him, silence overtaking the space around them. "You… what… Harry… want…" This went on for around two minutes, a string of random words escaping Ginny's lips one after the other, eventually she put an sentence together. "You want to what?"

His green eyes flickered with confusion a moment, and then he leant in closer to her, his lips only an inch from her ear. Ginny's heart thundered in her chest and she closed her eyes tightly. Harry closed the gap and kissed just below her ear softly before whispering to her. "I want to be with you, Virginia Weasley."

Again her heart leapt, almost made in into her throat and Ginny swallowed hard, her palms beginning to get sweaty, a blush creeping across her cheeks again, and her lip trembling nervously. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that…"

"Believe me I do… well, now anyway." Harry moved away from her, looking into her eyes instead, and tracing a cautious finger along her jaw line. He seemed to be concentrating so hard on this little action, so when he leant in pressing his lips against hers it took Ginny by surprise.

Ginny almost pulled from the kiss due to the utter shock she'd suffered, but she ignored it instead waiting a moment, calming herself, until she felt confident enough to return the soft kiss. She tenderly answered the gesture by running her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. He shivered, she felt it to her very core, and it made her smile against his lips.

Harry pulled away, and Ginny felt a sudden emptiness. She didn't move. She kept her hands on his neck, her eyes closed, and her lips near his. Eventually she took in a shaky breath, but still didn't know what to say to him. All she wanted was for him to be close to her again.

"That was—" she started, only to be cut of by his gentle kiss. Melting to the moment Ginny pulled herself closer to him, flattening her chest against him, and crushing their lips together. She eventually brought her hands to rest comfortable at his shoulder blades as the kiss deepened their mouths opening automatically and everything about their connection intensifying.

If there was ever a moment Ginny had felt pure bliss that was it.

Everything just seemed so right, the way they held each other, the way they knew how to touch each other to make the kiss electric. But it had to end, so Ginny pulled away, her breathing heavy.

"What does this mean?" she asked him softly, scraping her flaming hair back and then tucking it behind her ears.

"Do you want to be with me?" Harry said retorting her question. "Do you want this?"

Ginny nodded surly. "More than anything." She spoke the truth; she'd wanted it for seven years straight, so of course she did.

"Me too." Harry smiled and his eyes glittered again with happiness.

Returning his smile she lent closer again and kissed his cheek gently. "Glad you could make it this summer," she muttered into his ear.

"Me too," said Harry once more and then he kissed her one final time. The passion increased, and they gave more to the moment.

Nervously fumbling to standing as they both willed to break the kiss, the two teens laughed gently against each other's lips, loving the feeling of sharing something they'd waited for. Eventually Ginny pulled back grinning at Harry, she took his hand and led him across the garden, and then into the house.

Summer was suddenly ecstasy.

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More authors' notes: Well I did actually get into that by the end… strangely, as I am now a hardcore D/G shipper. I do still hold a little torch for H/G though. Anyway hope that was to your liking :) Let me know with a little review why don't ya.