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Chapter Four: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

September turned to October, as often happens, and the weather became cold and wet, bleak and careless. The wind blew and howled. The rain poured down and black clouds filled the sky.

And all the while, Ginny Weasley smiled. She smiled at the thunder. She smiled at the angry wind. She smiled at the rain as it lashed her face.

And she smiled at Harry making his heart feel lighter then air.

"Gin, I think you've lost it," he said one day watching her smile at nothing.

"What are you talking about, Harry?" she asked.

They were walking through the castle after quidditch practice, back towards the common room. It was another dark and stormy afternoon practice. The entire team was soaked and miserable expect for Ginny, who was just soaked, and Harry who was miserable but couldn't stay that way watching Ginny glowing as she did. The rest of the team had harrumphed and stomped back to Gryffindor Tower as soon as Harry called practice for the day. Harry and Ginny had settled into a companionable wandering gait and were soon left alone by the other team members, even Ron who didn't feel like being around his incessantly cheerful sister.

When they were about half way back to the tower, Harry looked down to see her smiling yet again. That's when he made his observation.

"I think you must be spending too much time around Luna or something. That overly dreamy look of hers, you know the one, the one that has everyone believing she's nutters? Well, you've been walking around like that lately."

"I haven't any idea what you're talking about, Harry," Ginny said. "I'm just happy. I can't even figure it out. Hermione was actually telling me I'm too cheerful as well. How come everyone's so down?"

"You mean besides the nasty weather, the monumental amounts of homework, and the imminent war?" he asked ticking off his fingers. "I haven't the foggiest."

Ginny laughed at his deadpanned answer. The sound echoed thorough the halls in that eerie way which often attracts trouble.

Sure enough, another echoing laugh answered the girl's.

"Peeves," Harry groaned. "Come on. We'd better hide before he finds us."

Harry pulled Ginny into the closest unlocked door. It just happened to be a broom closet. A rather large and mostly empty one, but a broom closet none-the-less.

"Come out, Come out whoever you are," Peeves called floating past. "I know you're here somewhere. Come out. Here ickle students. Here, here, here, here," he called again as if to a puppy.

Ginny had to try very hard to stifle yet another giggle as Harry glared at her to be quiet.

The poltergeist's voice began to fade down the hall. Harry, who was listening against the door, let out a sigh of relief.

"I think he's gone," Harry whispered.

He quietly began to open the door to peak out when...

"BOO!"

Peeves's horrid round face was inches in front of Harry as he opened the door. The twisted grin and loud shout right in his face was enough to send Harry tumbling back into Ginny.

Maniacal laughter was heard as Peeves slammed the door shut and a loud click followed.

Peeves floated away still laughing and Ginny's good mood finally began to fade.

She was locked in a closet.

She was locked in a closet with Harry.

Harry was on top of her too dazed to move.

Ginny was at a complete loss for what to do.

"Err, Harry?" she finally asked the semi-conscious boy.

"Yes Gin?"

"Could you move? I'm having trouble breathing."

"Right. Of course. Stupid of me. Sorry," he mumbled getting up as quickly as he could.

"Harry?" Ginny said again.

"Hm?"

"We're stuck in here, aren't we?" she asked.

"Yes Ginny," he said trying the door both with his hands and magic. "Quite stuck."

"What do we do?" she asked slightly panicked.

She could see the outline of Harry's form shrug in the darkness. He sank to the floor and settled down.

"Wait for someone to find us, I guess," he said.

Ginny sighed heavily and settled down next to him to wait.

"Harry, I'm so board!" Ginny whined.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Entertain me."

"How?" he asked incredulously. "Do you want me to get up and dance for you?"

"Would you?" she asked hopefully.

"No!" Harry shouted.

"Bum," Ginny mumbled.

"Please?" Ginny asked in her sweetest voice an hour later.

"No," Harry said firmly.

"Puh-leese!" Ginny begged.

"For the last time Gin, no! I will not dance in a closet. You can't even see me!"

"Can too. My eyes adjusted to the dark!"

"No!"
"So, you will not dance in a closet, you will not dance in the dark. You will not stand up and dance like a man. Would you dance in a park, even for just a lark?"

"I will not dance in the closet. I will not dance in the dark. I will not dance like a man. I would not, could not dance in a park, even for a lark. I will not dance Gin-I-Am. Would you please just shut it?"
"You know," Ginny started, "the time would pass much faster if one of us got up, and, I don't know, did something."

"Ginny," Harry stated in a warning tone.

"Oh fine," she said.

"I can't dance anyway," Harry reminded her.

"I know," she said. "That's why it would have been entertaining."

Harry groaned. "Sometimes you're just evil."

"Yeah," she agreed once again smiling broadly.

Harry sighed, but smiled at the girl next to him. She was right about their eyes adjusting to the dark. He could make out her soft red hair that shook as she suppressed her laughter. He could see the way her delicate hand curled in front of her mouth as the smallest of giggles escaped. He could even see her dark eyes shining up at him when she finally looked up.

"We could always sing," Ginny suggest. "Someone might hear us that way and we'd be entertained."

"That's sort of a good idea," Harry agreed.

"What do you mean sort of?" she demanded. "It's a damn good idea."

"Yes, but what do we sing? We don't exactly have any music to sing to, do we?"

"Rather a good point," Ginny nodded. "Guess we'll just have to go with an old classic. 'Row, row, row you're boat gently down the stream.'"

Yet again, Harry sighed. Then he joined in with Ginny and sang, "'Row, row, row you're boat..."
"Gin, this isn't working," Harry said after his throat started to go numb.

"I suppose not. I'm board again."

"I meant about someone finding us."

"Oh, yeah, that too," she said.

There was a full minute of silence.

Then another.

And yet another.

"This is ridiculous!" Ginny said. "How long have we been in here anyway?"

"I'd guess about two and half hours," Harry said.

"Haven't they noticed we're missing?" Ginny wondered.

"Well, its not like we have the Marauder's Map anymore for Ron and Hermione to find us."

"I suppose. Your dad help make the map, right?" she asked. "And Fred and George gave it too you after nicking it from old Filch?"

"Yeah," he said apparently not wanting to talk about it.

Ginny, thinking she had upset him, wasn't going to press the subject. To her surprise, Harry started talking again.

"My dad would probably have used the map to get into a situation like this," he said.

"A situation like what?"

"Locked in the dark with a pretty girl," he answered easily.

Ginny was grateful it was dark and he could see her blush. "He was a ladies man then?"

"Not as much as Sirius from what Remus tells me. Remus said Dad pretty much only had eyes for Mum since they were in their fifth year, but she ignored him and he didn't exactly become a monk because of it. According to Remus he said he was just practicing for Mum."

"That's kind of sweet," Ginny said. "Twisted, but sweet."

"I guess."

"Well," she said softly, "I know how he felt, I think. Unrequited love is hard. And at some point you have to at least try to move on. You have to try to be happy on your own."

"My Dad never moved on, though, did he? Not really," Harry said. "I think that's why he got the girl in the end. He never gave up."

"Do you know how they finally got together?" Ginny asked.

"Remus told me that it was at the beginning of their seventh year, right after the first prefect meeting, Dad just kissed her," Harry said with a slight grin. "They had come to a truce since they were head boy and girl. They were talking after the meeting and he kissed her."

Ginny hopped up on her knees and turned to face Harry as if waiting to hear more. "He just kissed her?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a small smile turning to her. "It must have been..."

Ginny cut him off when she softly cupped his cheek in her hand and moved forward, kissing him gently on the lips.

"Brilliant." Harry finished after they separated.

Ginny, blushing furiously and still holding his cheek asked, "What happened next?"

"Mum slapped him," he said.

"Are you going to slap me, Harry?" she asked.

"I don't think so," he answered.

"What do you plan to do?" Ginny whispered.

Harry answered by firmly pressing his lips back to hers.

Ginny pulled back and smiled at him.

"Brilliant," she whispered through her now permanent grin.
Harry reluctantly pulled away from Ginny as he heard people approaching.

"Do you hear that?" he asked Ginny.

"Sounds like Ron," she said. "Only took him three bloody hours to notice his sister was missing. Nice."

Harry laughed. "That's Ron for you."

Listening they could clearly hear Ron talking. "...perfectly alright. Ginny's been so bloody cheerful lately. You can't say you weren't glad for the brake."

"Well, yes," Hermione answered.

"Nice!" Ginny said outraged. "Very nice."

"But she and Harry have been gone for over three hours. They could be in trouble," Hermione finished.

"Better get their attention," Harry said. He could see Ginny pouting at him.

"But I like it in here with you," she said. "And I don't think I'm talking to them after such rude comments."

"As much fun as we're having," Harry said smiling at her, "if they don't get us out now, we may be stuck here forever."

"Yes, but I'm no longer bored," Ginny said.

"They're getting closer," Harry said banging on the door. "Hey! Ron! Hermione! In here!" he shouted.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, in the broom cupboard!" he shouted again.

The door clicked and slowly opened to show Ron staring down at the couple still on the floor.

"What are you two doing in there?" he asked.

Harry was glad he had turned to help Ginny up off the ground. Harry could feel his face flaming, not really wanting to tell his best mate what he and said best mate's little sister were doing.

"Peeves locked us in here on the way back from Quidditch practice," Ginny said cheerfully. "I almost got Harry to dance in the closet."

"You did not!" Harry shouted.

Ginny shrugged. "I'd have gotten you to eventually."

"No, you wouldn't have," Harry said.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and the newly freed pair. Harry and Ginny were so caught up in each other that Ron and Hermione could examine them. They were both slightly dishevel, hair mussed (more then usual in Harry's case), and they're lips were slightly swollen.

Ron smiled. "Is there something you want to share with us?" he asked.

Harry and Ginny looked at Ron, then each other and seemed to communicate with out words. Turning back to Ron they simultaneously said, "No."

Ron just smiled wider. "Okay, then."

"Okay?" Ginny asked. "I was locked in a broom cupboard with a boy and all you have to say is 'okay?'"

"Ginny, it was Harry," Ron said as if it explained everything.

"Let's go back to the tower," Hermione said.

She and Ron turned and lead the way.

Ginny took Harry's hand as they followed. Passing a window Ginny smiled brightly.

"Hey, look," she said, "the sun's out."