Disclaimer: I don't own anything. You know that.............don't you?
A/N: Not that anyone reads my stories, but I've had a really bad day so I'm going to write. And write. And write...until it all washes away.
Just Harry-----Chapter Three: Confrontations and Kisses
For the next few weeks, Ginny noticed that Harry avoided her. But that was fine with her, since she was avoiding him right back. But it became harder and harder to, seeing as her brother Ron and her best friend Hermione were almost always off together, which meant that somehow, she and Harry would be thrown together. But the moment they both realized it, Ginny would run off for Luna or Collin, Harry for Seamus, Dean, or Neville.
Neither of them wanted to run the risk of finding themselves alone together again; for fear of what they would say. Or even, do.
But one night, well after midnight, Ginny sauntered quietly into the Gryffindor Common Room after a bit of a visit with Dobby, Winky, and the other House Elves. The room was quiet and dark, except for a fire brightly crackling by the hearth. She kept on walking on towards the dormitory staircases, until her foot hit against something soft and solid, and a loud screech emitted from the object.
"Oh, Crookshanks, you darn cat!"
Then:
"Ginny?" Harry's soft whisper came from the couch to her right.
"Yeah, Harry, it's me. What're you doing up?"
His head appeared, his hands reaching up to place his glasses back on. "I couldn't sleep. And what about you?"
"Kitchens."
"Ahh."
"Mmhmm. Yup."
"So."
"So."
"Gin, I...err...we need to stop doing this."
"Yes."
She sighed in relief and made her way to the chair facing Harry's couch. "Gosh, I was waiting for one of us to crack!"
He laughed, his bright green eyes twinkling, but in the next instant, they turned somber. "We need to talk about what happened on the train.....what's happening now......what we want to happen later."
"Yeah. Look.....on the train, what I did, I couldn't help myself. I mean, Jeez, has anyone ever told you how absolutely gorgeous you are?!"
Harry blushed and looked away.
"Its true, you know. Anyways....and this whole avoiding you thing...well, being away from you just made me realize how much I like you and how much sometimes I just want to kiss you...---
"You want to...what?"
"Crap.....I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yeah....uhm...yeah. You did."
Now it was Ginny's turn to blush as red as her hair, while Harry looked just as uncomfortable.
"Well, since I've already embarrassed myself enough here...." Ginny stood up from her chair and walked towards him. And before he could stop her, she kissed him tentatively on the lips, her lips hesitantly lingering, waiting for his response. When no response came, she began to pull away, until she felt his hand steady on the small of her back, his lips softening to hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pressed her down so she was settled on his lap, as they both instinctively deepened the kiss. After a few moments, they stopped, lips swollen, pupils dilated.
"Wow." Was all Harry could say.
She smiled. "You said it."
"Bed?"
"Yours or mine?" Ginny smirked.
They both laughed. Harry kissed her again, pulling away reluctantly. He scooped Ginny up in his arms carrying her towards the staircases. He let her onto her feet lightly, giving in to the urge to cup her face in his hands and kiss her again.
After saying goodnight over ten times each, they both finally reached the doors to their separate dormitories and then they both disappeared, fighting the urge to run out to one another again.