A/N: Hey everybody, sorry this took so long, it's cuz I'm also working on that H/G fic that some of you said you wanted. Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you all!!

Disclaimer: If I owned anything here but the plot, I wouldn't be writing about it over the internet.

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Chapter 3: Discussions with Dean

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Harry Potter walked down the seventh floor corridor that ended with the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He looked half-heartedly up at the Fat Lady before giving her the password.
"Flutterfly" he said in a strange voice.

"Oh, please." she surprised him by responding, "What could possibly be wrong this time?"

"Well for starters, my godfather was just murdered by his cousin, and as happy as I was for Ron and Hermione when they first got together, I'm starting to feel rather cut off with them cooing over each other all the time." he said almost defiantly.

"Now, it can't be that bad, they both take their positions as prefects rather seriously, I just can't picture them acting too lovey- dovey."

"Really? Because they ditched me for a broom cupboard on the second floor." He said in a would-be casual voice.

"Oh well, it'll pass" she sighed

" I certainly hope not" said a new voice, while it's owner pulled him into an unused classroom nearby.

"Ginny, what's all this----?" he stuttered, however, he didn't manage to finish his question before she had pulled his head down to her level and kissed him hard on the mouth. She had never done anything like this before, usually she would give him a quick peck and nothing more. He couldn't bring himself to stop, though, as an unfamiliar sweetness filled his body. Cho had nothing on this. She had placed one hand high on his back and was now toying with his robes. His body seemed to act of it's own accord as he broke the kiss and proceeded to kiss her neck. She enjoyed it for about a minute before reluctantly pulling away.

"This can't be leading anywhere we want to go.right now." She smiled softly at him. Harry couldn't help but return it. Did she mean what he thought she meant? He almost blushed, something he was trying not to do too often anymore.

"Well, shall we go?" She asked lightly.

" Sure, Gin. " He said, holding out a hand for her. She took it happily, grinning from ear to ear.

They exited the little room, hand in hand, and headed back to the portrait hole. The Fat Lady watched them approach, and Harry could have sworn that she had allowed a fleeting smile before resuming her normal, disapproving expression.

"Done?" she asked in a would-be cold voice.

"Quite." replied Ginny simply. Harry marveled at her calm composure. She was really very daring.

"Flutterfly" Harry said quickly. The portrait hole swung open, they clambered inside without letting go of each other. Ron and Hermione were back from their inspection of the second floor broom cupboard, and were now sitting in a cushy armchair, Hermione curled up on Ron's lap. She seemed to be helping him with his Potions homework. Harry caught part of their conversation as he and Ginny walked slowly toward them.

"Isn't the key ingredient a salamander's tail?" Ron asked her.

"No, it's a newt's tail." she said automatically.

"Close enough." he muttered.

"Yeah, if you don't mind your cauldron exploding." She laughed.

"Aw, shut up." Ron sighed

" Well, excuse me!" said Hermione heatedly

"Under one condition" he grinned, placing a hand behind her head and kissing her softly.

"Aww.in't dat cute." said a voice in the fire. Fred Weasley had been popping in every once in a while for the past couple of months.

"Yeah.Ickle Ronniekins is in love." A second, similar voice joined Fred's. Harry and Ginny had been looking in the opposite direction, hoping that the infamous Weasley twins wouldn't notice their presence and drag them into the joke. However, they weren't exactly hard to spot, with Ginny's hip length red hair.

"Well, well, well Fred, what have we here, happy couple number two!" George yelled gleefully.

The four teenagers spent a happy evening being tormented by all of Gryffindor tower, thanks to Ron's elder twin brothers. When finally an outside force that turned out to be their mother pulled them out of the fire by their collars, the lamentable lovebirds all headed up to bed before the twins could come back. Harry kissed Ginny lightly and gave her a quick hug before he left. Climbing the stairs to the dormitories, Harry thought how lucky he was to be even an extended member of the Weasley family. He entered the dormitory to find that Ron was the only one there.

"So, how's it going with you and 'Mione?"

"Hmph" Ron tried valiantly to avoid an encounter with his emotions.

"Ronald.what is your middle name anyway?" Harry inquired.

"Not going there, mate." Ron said evasively.

"It's either telling me about Hermione, or telling me you're middle name, choose." Harry teased.

"Don't you ever feel at all nosy?"

"Not really" Harry said coolly.

"Oh, all right, Cupid," said Ron, already blushing.

"Who said I was playing Cupid?" Harry laughed, "You've pretty much got that covered."

"No, that's my name" Ron said, now quite red. Harry burst out in uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"Cupid? Cupid? Wow, I think I'm actually grateful to be me for a change!"

"Well, after five other boys, my parents kind of ran out of middle names." Ron retorted almost shyly.

Just then Dean, Seamus, and Neville entered the room, still slightly red in the face from laughing, though Neville might just have been embarrassed for them.

"Hello again lover-boys" Dean laughed.

"We don't make fun of you." Ron yelled.

"Well, you don't have any reason to, as I'm not in it for love." Dean said in an almost triumphant tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry chimed in.

"That he only likes the easy ones." Seamus answered.

"And what about that thing with my sister?" Ron raged on, now a shade of mauve to rival Uncle Vernon.

" Oh be honest with yourself, Ron, we all know she'll end up quite the little Slack Alice." Dean said crudely. While Ron looked furiously confused, Harry felt a rage such as he had never known course through him. He launched himself at Dean, pummeling his face as hard as he could. He vaguely heard the dormitory door open, but took no notice of it. A hand pulled him backwards, off of a very bruised and bloody Dean Thomas. He turned around, only to see Ginny standing there, glaring. Harry felt a twinge of guilt, or was it fear?

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" she shouted.

"Trust me, Ginny, I have good reason." He said boldly.

"I'd be delighted to hear your 'good reason'" she said heatedly.

"He called you a .something." Ron hollered.

"What exactly was it that you called me?" she turned on Dean.

"He called you a "Sl., I can't say it." Harry stormed on.

"Ugh, just shut your ruddy mouth or I'll tell the whole school who I caught you with." Ginny bellowed before brushing Harry softly on the shoulder and walking out.

Harry tuned back to Dean, still contemplating murder. He had finally rested on grave maiming when Ron broke the silence.

"Harry, what exactly was he calling her?" Ron asked warningly. Harry paused, gathering all of his daring.

"He was calling her a slut, Ron." Harry said, his fists still clenched.

"You're a dead man." Ron said seriously. He had taken out his wand when the door opened for the second time that night. He glanced at the door, then lowered his wand. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking extremely dangerous, even for her.

"It's two in the right bloody morning! First of all, I want to know why Gin's upset, second of all, I want to know why Dean looks like he put his face in a blender, and third of all, I want to know what the hell all this noise is about."

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