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A/N: Ah, the fluffity fluffness…have a toothbrush at the ready, cavities are inevitable…For those of you who are easily confused, Harry's thoughts are in italics. Also, a big thanks to all my reviewers, there are so many of you I can't respond to all of you, so I'm just going to send out a universal 'thanks.' Also, a rather large thank you to my beta reader, Ms. Lamia Lupus, even though she keeps falling asleep when I'm writing…and now, without further adieu…

The Perfect Fit And Life Rolls On

Last time, on "The Perfect Fit", we left our hero as…

Harry put his index finger on Ginny's soft lips, silencing her.

Ginny gasped as electric tingles raced through her body at his touch.

Moving his hand he brushed away a stray lock of hair, then cupped her face, his thumb tenderly stroking her jawbone.

"I'm not."

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Harry quickly dropped his hand from Ginny's face, realizing what he was doing.

"Sorry," he muttered, as an awkward silence fell between them.

He remembered his thoughts of last night, how he had wanted to kiss her nightmares away, and desperately tried to squash those feelings down.

Ginny was still silent, and he took the silence to be a dismissal. He hastily continued his trek up the stairs, cursing his wandering hand.

"Harry, wait!"

The young wizard turned around reluctantly, expecting to be admonished for his advances. Instead, he saw a blushing redhead, smiling shyly up at him.

"If you wait just a moment, you can have your t-shirt back…"

Harry grinned back at her. "Nah, keep it. It looks better on you."

With that he bounded up to Ron's room, overjoyed Ginny hadn't told him to bugger off.

His smile vanished, however, when he entered Ron's room, where his best friend was packing and muttering to himself.

"Er, Ron? Are you alright?" Harry asked hesitantly from the doorway.

Ron started, looking wildly about the room trying to find the source of the noise.

"Oh…Hi ya Harry…" he greeted in rather a nervous voice. "Do you think I could…erm…talk to you for a moment?"

A look of horror crossed Harry's face. Fred couldn't possibly have told Ron already, right? He hadn't been with Ginny that long, had he? But what else could put such a serious look on Ron's face?

'I'll just play it cool,' thought Harry. 'Ginny? Whatever are you talking about Ron? Yes, ignorance is the key to any situation…'

"I need to talk to you about Hermione," Ron suddenly burst.

"Look, I don't know what you're—huh?"

Ron gave an exasperated sigh and flopped onto his bed.

"Hermione, mate! What do you think of her?"

A very relieved Harry sat on his bed across from his flustered friend.

"Erm…she's great, isn't she?" Harry answered, wondering what exactly Ron wanted to hear. "I mean, she's smart, pretty, and—"

"So you do fancy her!"

"What?! No, of course not!" a flabbergasted Harry answered.

"But you just said—"

"Ron," Harry cut him off. "She's my friend…" he floundered a bit, trying to make him understand. "I…I love her…"

Ron gave a triumphant "Ha!"

"…but like a sister, not a girlfriend."

"Oh," Ron pondered this for a moment. "So you love her like you love Ginny?"

Harry laughed inwardly, wondering the best way to answer that question. He didn't want to lie…

"Yes, like you love Ginny. Like a brother."

Ron seemed satisfied by this, and retreated into his own thoughts. Harry did the same, and his imagination entertained him with a fantasy involving him, Ginny, and his favorite broom cupboard at Hogwarts.

After a few minutes of thoughtful reflection, Ron spoke again.

"If you don't fancy Hermione, who do you like?"

Harry decided he would rather Avada Kedavra himself than tell Ron he was picturing the body parts Ginny hid under her robes.

'Where's bloody Voldemort when you need him, eh? Ah well…avoidance is the key in any situation…'

"Why did you think I fancied Hermione?" Harry answered Ron's question with one of his own.

"Oh, I dunno…I guess because it didn't work out with Parvarti and those other girls…I figured you were waiting for someone special…like Hermione."

When Ron spoke these words, Harry realized he was bang on. Not about the Hermione bit, but about waiting for someone special. He had found that person in Ron's little sister.

"I guess I was waiting…" Harry mumbled vaguely as he dressed.

"Sorry mate, what was that?"

"Nothing," said Harry, hurrying out of the room before Ron wondered at his use of the past tense.

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Breakfast was something of an interesting affair.

Fred and George kept shooting him death glares that could rival Severes Snape's whenever Harry's eyes lingered on their little sister too long. More specifically on an area he had particular interest in. Like right now, for instance. She was arching her back, probably trying to work out he muscle cramps from last night, and her t-shirt, perhaps a size too small, stretched wonderfully over her—

"Hem hem!" Fred coughed loudly, a piercing stare catching Harry's eye, and successfully interrupting his not so innocent thoughts.

The twin's almost constant coughing caused Mrs. Weasley to fret over her son's health, and she insisted they take some Pepper-Up Potion, causing the table to have a somewhat sauna-like feel to it.

Ron, however, was completely oblivious of the odd behavior, as he was staring avidly at Hermione, who was entertaining Mr. Weasley with tales of muggle contraptions. He appeared to be plucking up the courage to do something, as he would mutter to himself every so often. Harry found out near the end of the meal after the twins had left to wait off their steaming ears.

"Er, Hermione?" Ron started, blushing only a light shade of pink.

The bushy haired girl turned towards him, and he continued.

"Do you think we could, erm…that is, would you…er…" Ron's nerve seemed to fail him at the curious looks from the rest of the family. "Would you help me finish that essay on Chimera's today?" Ron finished, a defeated note in his voice.

"Of course," Hermione said brightly, although she too looked a bit disappointed. "What about you, Harry? Need any tips?"

Harry leaned back in his chair a bit and grinned triumphantly at his homework-obsessed friend. "Nope. Did it all when I was staying with the lumps."

"So what are you going to do today then?" Hermione asked, reluctant to leave her moody friend alone.

"Well, I was hoping to play some quidditch. I've been wanting to work out some new plays for this year, being captain and all. But if Ron's busy…"

"I'll play with you, Harry," Ginny volunteered, a coy smile on her freckled face.

"Really?!" Harry responded, realizing he sounded entirely too eager. Whether it was about being in the air again or spending time alone with Ginny he wasn't sure.

Ginny nodded, giggling a little at his enthusiasm

"Why don't we meet back down here in fifteen, and then we'll head out?" she suggested.

And so it was some twenty minutes later that the pair was walking across the lawn, brooms in tow, leaving a slightly jealous looking Ron behind.

The couple stopped on top of the hill leading down to the paddock, admiring the view.

"You know," Ginny said wistfully, running a hand through her auburn locks. "When I was little, I always used to roll down this hill. I would tag along when Charlie came out to fly, and he would race me…"

"You mean physically roll down the hill?" Harry asked incredulously.

"What? You've never rolled down a hill?"

"Voluntarily? No. Once Dudley pushed me down a hill…that hurt rather a lot though…"

Ginny didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Well, you're missing out Mr. Potter. Try it, it's fun!"

With that Ginny tossed her broom aside and laid herself across the grass in pencil position, her arms stretched over her head. She then began to race down the hill in dizzying spirals.

'Who am I to refuse a lady?' Harry thought, and immediately followed the young witches path.

Which is how, seconds later, Harry found himself atop a laughing Ginny. Their eyes locked and their laughter quickly died as they realized their rather compromising position.

'What are you doing, you dolt! Get off her! Roll over! Do something!' his mind screamed logically.

Harry, though, as proven on many previous occasions, was never one to act rationally.

He quickly bent his head and captured Ginny's soft lips in a kiss full of a heated passion that both shocked and embarrassed him.

Ginny was never one to shy from a challenge. With a throaty feline growl she met fire with fire, pulling Harry's lean body flush to her soft curves. She shivered in delight as Harry caressed her exposed side, and responded by running a hand through his messy hair. Something she'd been longing to do for too long.

Harry groaned his approval and deepened their kiss. It wasn't until several minutes later that Harry pulled back, willing some blood to go to his brain instead of…other places.

Ginny's hazel eyes were wide as galleons as they stared into Harry's lust filled emerald ones.

"Oh," was all she said.

"Oh, indeed," was Harry's husky reply, as he swooped down on her for another kiss.

A/N: Did you like it? Did you like it?! I liked it…but then, I wrote it, so…please R&R, and no, that doesn't stand for rest and relaxation, it's read and review, you slackers!