CHAPTER 12

Unbeknown to Ginny and Dean, Harry had heard most of the conversation they had had, running away before Ginny could tell Dean there was no way for them to start going out again.

Therefore, Harry and Ginny had been avoiding each other all week. Ginny thought that Harry was embarrassed about their almost kiss in the corridor; she was embarrassed about the feelings that were rekindling in her heart. Harry thought Ginny was embarrassed about telling him that she was going out with Dean again and he was embarrassed about falling in love with her, when she was so clearly not in love with him.

Harry started brooding again, as he had when Sirius died, while Ginny started blushing every time she heard his name mentioned. Ron and Hermione were worried about Harry, and Ginny's friends, the same with her.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up from his brooding position he sat in every evening after dinner. He saw it was Hermione and sensed another lecture from her about just telling Ginny how he felt.

"Harry, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did," Harry replied grumpily.

"Is Ginny sitting with Dean?"

Harry looked up to where Ginny was completing her transfiguration homework. Then he looked across the room to where Dean Thomas sat with Seamus, Lavender and Parvati.

With a great deal of shame, Harry said: "No."

"And has she sat with him at all this week? While you have been totally ignoring her, by the way."

"No."

"Exactly," Hermione said smugly. "So tell me, if Ginny isn't sitting with Dean, why are you still sitting here doing absolutely nothing about telling her you're in love with her?"

"She doesn't want to here it okay? She got over me a long time ago, remember? You're the one who told me that!"

"I never told you she was over you. I just said that she'd given up. Given up, Harry. Not got over." Hermione stood up and walked over to Ron who had just clambered through the portrait hole.

Harry stared dumbly at the floor where she had just been and decided to do something about his achy breaky heart.

"Ginny!" Ron yelled out to his little sister, one of the newest chasers on the Gryffindor house quidditch team.

"Yeah!" Ginny flew down to meet the captain of the team from where he was in position, manning the goal posts.

"I want you to race Harry to the snitch. It's getting too easy for him just following it around the stadium. And you're the only other player who can be seeker in this team."

"Um, sure Ron I'll get onto it." Ginny flew up to where Harry was about to follow the snitch. She held he hand out and the miniature ball flew straight into her outstretched fingers.

Harry stopped in front of Ginny. Neither had spoken to each other for a further three days, since Hermione's discussion with Harry.

"That's mine. I need to practice."

"I know." Ginny said casually as though she was speaking with somebody she intensely disliked.

"Well then can I have it back?"

Ignoring Harry, Ginny replied; "Ron's asked me to race you to catch the snitch. He said practising is getting too easy for you."

"Fine. Let the snitch go then."

Ginny released the golden ball and Harry sped off past her in pursuit of it. Catching up quickly, Ginny arrived next to Harry just as his fingers closed around the snitch.

"I thought you were supposed to be challenging me?" Harry yelled over the roaring wind in his ears.

"You didn't give me a chance. Let it go and I'll show you how to be a good seeker."

Harry let the ball out of his fingers and it flew off in a completely different direction. Ginny gave Harry a significant smug look and took off after it. Two minutes later the wings of the tiny sphere were beating against her cold fingers.

"See?"

Twenty minutes later Harry and Ginny were still fighting to catch the ball. Each time it was released, they alternated catching it. This time it was Harry's turn to catch it but Ron had just called them to end practice. This was the last time Ginny was going to race Harry for the snitch and she wanted to be the victor of the draw that was current.

Harry and Ginny were neck and neck, there arms stretched as far as they would go, fingers anticipating the cool touch of metal on their tips. Tired of waiting for the two seekers, the rest of the team had headed for the shower rooms, not caring who won the battle in the air. "Just make sure you bring in the balls when you're finished!" Ron had yelled up to them as he left the pitch.

Ginny's hand closed around the snitch. Harry's hand closed around the snitch. Both triumphant. Except that they weren't. Ginny's hand had actually closed around Harry's, and Harry's hand, around Ginny's.

They stared at each other, still holding hands. Harry decided that he should tell Ginny how he felt. It was burning him up inside but he couldn't seem to find the words to say to her. Instead of speaking he pulled her broomstick closer to his and placed his mouth firmly over her own.

Fireworks exploded behind his closed eyes, the only thing he could hear was the howling of the wind and the only thing he could feel was her soft hair blowing around, hitting his face as they kissed.

Harry had never experienced anything like it before. None of his life experiences came as close to this type of happiness he was feeling.

Ginny's eyes widened with shock when Harry first kissed her. The shock of it was the forcefulness of the kiss, not that it was actually happened. Ginny could see in Harry's eyes that he wanted to kiss her.

Kissing Harry was not at all like she had expected. His kisses were rough and forceful, but also gentle and loving. Harry's arms went around her waist and lifted her from her broomstick, onto the front of his. Pulling her closer to his body Ginny's arms went around his neck, her hands into his hair. Harry's hands were travelling in patterns over her back, through her thick red hair.

When the need for oxygen finally became unbearable for them both Ginny tore her lips away from Harry's, resting her forehead against his own.

"Wow," was the first word uttered.

"Yeah," Ginny replied.

"I love you," Harry blurted. The words tumbled out of him before he quite realized he was saying them.

"Wh-what?"

"I love you," he said again, amazed at himself.

She kissed him, long and slow, effectively showing him that she returned his feelings. His arms were around her waist and she was pressing against him and he felt those wonderful soft breasts of hers against his chest. He was dizzy and tingling everywhere and her hands were tangled in his hair and the kiss was hot and her lips and tongue were soft and tasted fantastic.
It took Harry until the end of seventh year to defeat Voldemort. And he couldn't have done it without the help of his two loyal red-heads and bushy haired friends.

That summer Harry gave Ginny and small golden ring with a delicate diamond placed in the middle and Ginny when had to return to Hogwarts she insisted that Harry go with her. So now Hogwarts has its eighth Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in so many years.

Five years later saw Harry and Ginny, with a house, a marriage and two children. One boy and one girl. Twins, James and Rio.

And of course, not forgetting the thing that started all this. The cat.

THE END

I finished it. Sniff, sniff.

I'm quite sad actually but I don't think that there is anything that I could have added to it. I really hope you enjoyed reading it. Despite my lack of rapid updating, I did enjoy writing it.

I'm afraid that I won't be writing a sequel to this story. I will, however be continuing with The Untold Story, so if you like my authoring, read that.

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