Disclaimer: I don't own these characters anymore than I own the weather. Because if I did you can be damn sure it wouldn't have been hot in enough in NOVEMBER to be wearing freaking TANK TOPS AND SHORTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry I just really want it to be winter already. What can I say…I love the snow.
*A Long Awaited Moment…with a Twist*
It was three o'clock in the morning and all through the Burrow, not a creature was stirring, not even a squirrel.
Ginny went through the poem they had gone over in muggle studies before Christmas break, replacing a few of the words as she went. Rolling over in her bed for the umpteenth time that night…or morning by the time on her clock…she once again went over in her head what she was supposed to do.
I didn't exactly PROMISE Charlie I could help him. I can tell him that I tried and Harry wouldn't go for it…he was too afraid of what Bill would do. I don't really need that money, I already won the 50 galleons from the Gryffindor pool…that's good enough, I guess.
Ginny thought back to the set of light blue robes in the back corner of Madame Malkin's shop. She had seen them when she and Colin Creevey were shopping for Christmas gifts on their last trip to Hogsmeade. Ginny had already gotten gifts for everyone on her list, well, everyone except Harry. Trying to convince herself that it really was better to give than to receive she left the shop in search of the perfect gift for Harry.
Damnit, why do I have to be such a nice person?
Because you love him.
No, I loved him. Past tense, lov-ed. I mean he's like a part of the family…so I guess I kinda love him, but not in that way. Not in that way with the butterflies and the weak knees...
Then how do you explain why your pulse still races when you see him sitting across the table from you studying for his potions exam or how when you catch him smiling at you you're happy for the rest of the day…
Old habits die hard.
That may be…but you still love him.
Ginny tried to force that little voice out of her head, but the images of Harry kept popping into her head. Eventually she gave up and let the thoughts lulled her back to sleep, allowing herself to dream of the boy she once loved.
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"Hey Gin, if you don't get up soon you're gonna miss lunch," Hermione tried to rouse her sleeping friend, "What's a matter? Trouble sleeping last night? You were thrashing around so much last night I thought you were trying to swim away." Ginny lifted her head from the pillow, eyes closed and motioned towards the window.
"Light. Bad. Shut. Now." She grunted and dropped her head again. Hermione complied and went to shut the curtains then took a seat on the bed by Ginny's feet.
"The dreams again? Let me make you some of that potion I made for Harry, it'll help, I promise."
"Oh I found a remedy for those dreams," Ginny thought about the night she had spent with Harry, "This is about something else." Hearing the tone of her friend's voice, Hermione decided not to push any further and simply waited for Ginny to finish getting up so they could go grab some of the lunch that Mrs. Weasley had prepared. As they made their way down the stairs, neither girl heard the whispers of the two boys on the landing above them.
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Ginny spent the rest of the day attempting to avoid Harry, which was hard considering it was once again snowing outside and most of the family had chosen to stay inside and savor the warmth the Burrow provided. None the less she had succeeded for the most part. After eating lunch she headed up to her room with the claim that she still needed to wrap a few gifts. Then she decided to lie down for a minute but ended up falling asleep, only to be woken by Hermione for dinner.
Following dinner Ginny failed to come up with a valid excuse that would get her out of a little family chess tournament that Mr. Weasley had arranged, so she ended up playing two half-assed games against George and Bill before losing to Ron. Instead of retreating to her room, Ginny found herself curling up in her favorite chair watching Ron defend his title against Charlie, Percy and Fred. Two hours later the final game started: Ron vs. Harry.
Hermione moved over and took a seat on the edge of the chair next to Ginny, who was staring intently at the raven haired boy trying desperately to save his remaining pawns.
"Admiring the view Gin?" Ginny grabbed the pillow from her lap and tossed it at her friend's head, "Well, how can I blame you? It is pretty nice," she said smiling when Ron looked over in her direction. Ginny caught the exchange and called her on it.
"So what exactly is going on with you and my brother? Have you guys talked about that kiss the other night?"
"There was a little talking…very little. I'm kinda glad you did that whole mistletoe spell. Merlin knows we both need a push in that direction. He told me he's got a surprise for me for Christmas," Hermione got that giddy sound in her voice, "So, what about you, did you get Harry anything special?"
"Yeah, I haven't wrapped it though. I'm not sure I'm gonna give it to him yet. It's stupid really. I didn't have a lot of money left but I think I did okay."
"Oh if it's from you I know he'll love it," Ginny looked at her confused, "What are you blind girl? I've seen him stealing glances at you since I got here. And from the sounds of your dreams last night I think it's pretty safe to say you feel the same way about him." Hermione grinned with a knowing look in her eyes.
"Oh gods! Was I talking in my sleep? What did I say?" Ginny mumbled through her hands, which were covering the violent shade of red she had turned. Hermione laughed.
"Nothing really…did something happen between the two of you? I could quite understand your half-sleep talk, but it sounded like you were thanking him for something or he was holding you. Something along those lines…anyway speaking of holding I think they finished their game," She looked over to where Ron was jumping up and down, doing a very scary imitation of a victory dance he had seen the Chudley Cannons doing after they won their first game that past October, "I need to go congratulate the victor." She stood up and walked over to Ron, who was grinning triumphantly, and threw her arms around him.
Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, and also not wanting to be in the middle of his friends' canoodling, Harry rose from his seat over and went to where Ginny was sitting, in the same chair where she had fallen asleep in his arm a few nights before.
"Ginny, there's…uh…there's something I need to talk to you about." She looked up and smiled.
"Okay, go on," she went to lean forward but was surprised when Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her seat till she was standing face to face with him, "What's going…" she barely had time to start her sentence when Harry enveloped her in his arms and brought his lips crashing down upon hers, it all happened so quickly it took Ginny a minute to figure out what was happening.
Oh my gods! What the hell is he doing? We can't be doing this, not here in the living room. That's not where our first kiss was supposed to happen. It's supposed to be out underneath the stars, or Christmas eve by the tree…not here…not that I've put a lot of thought into this…Before she could stop herself she allowed a sigh to make it's way out of her mouth, which was still dangerously close to Harry's. Harry backed away to reveal a very red faced Ginny, so red that her hair looked dull in comparison. Her mouth was opened just slightly, in complete shock over what had just happened. Before she even had a chance to react, Ron was jumping up from his seat.
"I knew it! Didja hear that sigh?? I knew you were still in love with him!" Ginny's face turned even brighter, "When are you going to get over your stupid little crush, Ginny? He doesn't love you!" That earned him a rather hard slap in the back of the head by Hermione.
"How can you be so insensitive Ron? That's your little sister! Wait, Ginny come back here…" She tried called out to her friend as Ginny sprinted from the room. Hermione left Ron, who was still cracking up on the sofa, to follow Ginny, but Harry stopped her.
"Let me go talk to her Hermione. Just…I don't know…hit Ron again. Anything to get him to shut the hell up," Harry shot his friend the evil eye once more and went up the stairs, catching up to Ginny on the platform in front of her door. She knew someone had followed her, but she was too busy struggling to open the doorknob with tear-soaked fingers to even look up when Harry stepped between her and the door.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Ron, you've had your fun! Let's all laugh at little Ginny, still in love with the famous Boy-Who-Lived! Gods, why don't you just go fuck yourself!" She cried, heading for the stairs to try and get away.
"Oh trust me; after Hermione saw how he acted down there I'm sure that's the only kind of action he'll be getting for a while," Ginny's head shot up when she heard Harry's voice. She turned back to him but was unable to meet his face with her blurry, puffed-up, tear-filled eyes.
"God, he can be so…so…auhh…I hate him so much sometimes. Do you hear that Ronald Weasley! I hate you! I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" She shouted down the steps, punching the wall with her fist, then immediately regretting it, "DAMNIT!" As she nursed her injured hand she could hear Ron talking downstairs.
"Hermione, wouldja stop hitting me! Do you know what this means? I won the bet! You know…that stupid pool some of the Gryffindors had going…" Ginny's mouth dropped.
"What is he talking about Harry? I knew there were bets on Ron and Hermione…but was there…with us? Oh merlin…" She let out a sort of half laugh-half cry and leaned back against her door, closing her eyes.
"I thought I heard some of the girls talking about it in the common room last week, right before we all came home, but I wasn't sure. Wait…so that mistletoe thing yesterday? That was about the bet, with Ron and Hermione?" Ginny snorted.
"Not originally, no, Charlie and Bill, they had this thing going. Charlie asked me to help him out so I did. But that wasn't the only…" Harry coughed loudly.
"Gin…I know about the Charlie/Bill thing." Ginny ignored his comment and stepped away from him to try and get back to her door.
"I'm over you...I'm not the same little ten year old girl I used to be…Look, I'm sorry okay…I just, I know it was wrong. Now would you please just get out of my way…" She tried once more to push past him but he held both of his arms out against the wall, trapping her in front of him.
"Gin, look at me, hey," He cupped his hand under her chin and raised it until she was looking him in the eye, "You're right, it was wrong…" He voiced lowered to just above a whisper.
He slowly lowered his lips to hers, hesitating just a moment, before softly taking her lips with his own. At first Ginny didn't respond. She was in a state of shock...Harry Potter…the Harry she used to dream about, the Harry that she was now close friends with, was kissing her. And then something happened that shocked her almost as much…she was kissing him back.
He released her head and allowed his hands to travel down her arms, resting on her hips, while hers worked their way up his chest, entwining her fingers in his hair. She tilted her head to the side, giving him more access, as she felt him wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Feeling both of their hearts racing wildly,
"Mmm…god…Harry," No longer able to contain the moan building up, Ginny dropped her hands and grabbed a hold of Harry's shirt, using it to bring him in even closer. Her back was against the door and she could feel the entire length of his body against hers. "Harry…we…mmm…we should…stop." Harry nodded and mumbled in agreement, but made no move to do any such thing. Instead he used the opportunity to slide his tongue past her lips, only momentarily, before releasing her and pulling back. Her lips were slightly swollen, her hair disheveled, and her eyes still closed.
"That is how it should have been," He leaned in for another quick chaste peck, "Goodnight Gin. Sweet dreams."
A/N: I know, I know, cheese city. Did I overdo it? Click on that little purple button and let me know J
Oh and a little heads up, the next chapter is going to be a little different. I have this idea but I'm not quite sure how it's going to work out, so the next update might take a little longer…sorry.