Title: How To Get The Girl You Lost, But Didn't Know You Lost Her, Back

by: LilyP_writer@yahoo.com

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Chapter 13: Solving the Problem

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Harry was sitting in a very comfy arm chair in the common room during lunch. Ginny was in his lap, even though there was no one else in the common room, and finishing up color coding her notes. She put them aside, smiling.

"Ginny," Harry said. He had been thinking for a long time, a very long time about their...problem. "I just want to tell you something."

"What is it?" Ginny mumbled to him while pulling a light blanket over the both of them. It has just started snowing the day before and was a little chilly. Christmas at the Burrow was coming soon!

Harry turned and looked into her brown eyes. She was smiling still, her hands snaking slowly up to his neck. "I just want you to know that--" Harry paused to make sure his next sentence was exactly what he wanted to say. "I want you to know that if you aren't ready to kiss me then I am willing to wait until you are."

Ginny's eyes dazed over, her smile faded a little, and her hands reached back around to his checks. She leaned in and let her lips graze over his softly before going full contact. Harry felt stiff quickly but he soon fell into the kiss.

Fireworks, candy, and flowers entered Harry's mind. Ginny pulled away first. "You know, Harry," she whisper, "that was really sexy, what you said."

"Really?" Harry asked, a cocky grin plastered on his face and rosy cheeks.

"Really!" Ginny nodded, giggling before kissing him again.

'Heaven,' Harry heard himself sing in his head with a French accent. 'I'm in Heaven!'

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Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry was worried about the game they would have against Slytherin when they would return from Christmas break. They were tied for first place and all Harry had to do was catch the snitch and win the game to win the cup. Simple, right? Wrong! With Slytherin you never knew what was going to happen.

Harry and Ron spent hours packing, longer that they usually do, because they had to keep stopping to draw out a new play.

"Are you boy's almost ready?" Hermione called out, entering the room without even a knock with Ginny on her heels.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled stuffing his underwear quickly into his trunk. The dorm room erupted with laughs. Harry even let out a few hearty chuckles along with Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ginny as he stuffed his own boxers out of sight.

"Need help?" Ginny offered, looking at Harry's suitcase, it looked like it would never close.

"Sure," Harry smiled, "mind if I barrow your bum?"

Ginny giggled and hopped on top of it, Harry latched the silver hooks and helped her off with his hand. "Thank you, Miss Weasley."

"You are very welcome, Mr. Potter." Ginny pulled Harry's arm around her waist and smiled.

Harry blushed slightly and looked up at his best friends. "You ready?" Hermione asked Harry, he nodded. "Ron, you take forever!" Hermione whined, she could be such a baby lately.

"Hold on, Hermione!" Ron growled, tugging on his trunk.

"We are going to miss the train." Hermione point out, checking her wrist watch.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Harry asked as the boys dragged their suitcases.

Hermione stole a glance at Ginny and giggled. Ron shrugged when Harry glanced at him.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny sighed, tugging on his arm to get him to go faster.

Ron groaned. "I just remembered." Ron entered the carriage last. "Fred and George are sharing a room with us during break." Harry joined Ron in this next groan.

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Mr. and Mrs. Weasley greeted the four teens at the barrier with smiles on their faces and mittens on their hands. "Hello, children!"

"Dad!" Ginny whined.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He gave her a gruffy kiss on the forehead and shook Harry's hand.

Hermione and Ron where in a tight hug thanks to Mrs. Weasley. She was crying, "It was about time you two got together! Why didn't you tell me? Ginny had to write me!" Ron was blushing and Hermione was trying to comfort Mrs. Weasley.

"Its all right, mum," Ron groaned while his mother was fussing over the state of his hair ("You need to be well groomed now that you have a girlfriend.")

Harry kept laughing at them. "Don't get too happy, Harry." Ron said, "Your next."

"Harry dear!" And Mrs. Weasley pounced.

Ginny stood as an innocent bystander watching her mother fuss over her boyfriend's hair and his ratty T-shirt that was sticking out from under his jumper.

"Harry you are getting taller." Mr. Weasley said noticing Harry a little closer to Ron's height.

"No," Ginny grinned, "Ron's just getting shorter."

They all laughed, except Ron.

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"So," Ginny said, joining Harry on the sofa the day after the arrived at the Burrow. It was just after breakfast and Harry could faintly smell the scent of lemon dish washing soap on Ginny's palms.

"What are you getting me for Christmas, Harry?" Ginny smiled and tucked her arm through his.

"I'm supposed to get you a gift?" Harry joked.

"Harry!" Ginny patted him playfully.

Harry leaned back a little and looked over at her, "I'm not telling you." Harry honestly did get her a gift. He had asked Hermione to help him, girls mystified him. 'Practical and sweet' that what he told her, he wanted it to be nice since it was their first gift-giving holiday as a couple.

"Aw, Harry, please!" Ginny whined. "Tell me what you got me!"

Harry pulled her into a large hug, "What will you give me if I tell you?"

"Your Christmas gift." Ginny said simply.

"Ginny!" Harry grabbed the sides of her stomach, right between her hips and waist. AKA: her tickle spot!

Ginny erupted into a fit, her legs flying and arms clutched tightly to her sides, trying to get Harry to let go. He kept squeezing that spot again and she turned and tumbled onto the floor, Harry following.

"All right!" Ginny sighed, reaching her limit. "I won't ask if you won't ask."

"Deal." Harry jumped up and held out his hand to help her off the floor, where she was currently sprawled and clutching her heart.

Ginny reached her arms around Harry's neck when she reached her full height. Ginny leaned in and waited for Harry to start.

'Oh, my...' Harry thought.

Harry's hands immediately went for the small of her back. He closed the gap with his lips parted slightly. Ginny's lips twitched under his, 'Probably smiling,' he thought.

Harry's mind went momentarily blank as he felt the heat and pressure coming from Ginny's mouth. Harry let his teeth graze over her's and she tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Aw, you two!" Ron yelled, making Harry and Ginny jump apart. "Get a room." Hermione kept silent. "Wait, scratch that, don't get a room, just stop kissing."

"Why? Harry's my boyfriend." Ginny walked over to Hermione.

"Because its disgusting." Ron barked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You kiss Hermione in front of me," Ginny pointed out, then added as an afterthought, "and I try to refrain the need to puke." Harry snorted and Ginny gave him an appreciative wink.

"Come on, Gin." Hermione pulled on her arm.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, he is such a baby.

"Away." Ginny groaned.

"What are you going to do?" Ron questioned Hermione, he really didn't care what Ginny was doing.

The girls exchanged sudden amused looks. "Girl stuff," they said in unison. This made the boys exchange looks.

"Girl stuff?" Ron asked Harry when the girls left the room, giggling. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"You know," Harry said, not really knowing himself. "Stuff that girls do."

"Like?"

"Like..." Harry paused to think. "Nails, hair, magazine quizzes."

"Ergh, swapping stories!" Ron exclaimed, getting a sudden sick look on his face.

"We never swap stories!" Harry said loudly, "Except that one time Cho kissed me."

"Why can't girls be more like us?" Ron asked bitterly.

"No offense, Ron, but I would never date you." Harry began to laugh.

"Why not?" Ron asked innocently then began to laugh at the look on Harry's face.

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Next Chapter: Girl's Night Out makes it Boy's Night In for Harry and Ron. What will they do?

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little random. Also, sorry I've been busy! My mum has been trying to get me an agent...Plus she wants to read my writings. I have this alias (Lily Peterson) to hide my writings from everyone I know personally. I have never shown anyone I know personally my writings. I don't like rejection from people I can see.

I know its weird.

Thanks to:

Sarahamanda : thank you!

Mrs. Black : Thank you, I appreciate it!

Butler : lol

sexy seeker : YAY!! Thank you!!! I thought it was in Ginny's character!!! Your so great!!!

kitkat : Ginny is not insane, she is just worried. I think she values Harry's thoughts of her. She wants him to think highly of her, and I don't blame her. She doesn't want that guy she cares about most to think of her as an easy, sleazy--- I won't go on...

ElizabethMM : Thank you very much!

brios : I thought what Ron did was very sexy but he lost all of that in this chapter. Oh well, next one will be funny...

arios : I thought Ron was so cool! Hermione's dream man, right? Harry was sick because he had to watch his best friends snog right in front of him. That always makes me sick!

theauthorthatwrites : Thank you very much! No, I got the "dead kittens" idea from my friend Jon, he told me that when stuff like that happens to him he thinks of really sad, bad things and I love cats so dead kittens seemed right. I can't believe that other thought of the same thing! What fun!

cggeek241 : I feel your pain. Life and writing don't work together. Either don't have a life and write your heart out or live and don't write. It's so hard!!!!

Neni Potter : Thank you very much for your inspiring words and kind remarks.

A/N: Ok, I have decided (because of my writer's dreams) to do a sequel to "This Isn't Right..." and I can't decide which name I want. You guys (if you have read "This Isn't Right...") which sequel title do you like better:

"This ALSO Isn't Right..." or "This Isn't Right, Either..."

What do you think???