Chapter Three
The Short One
Hermione peered in through the doorway, her face going a bright red as she noticed Harry and Ginny staring incredulously at her.
"Eep…" she squeaked, then regained her composure.
"Um… Harry? If… if you don't mind, dinner's ready…"
Ginny looked up at Harry, her brown eyes clearly telling him he could go if he wanted to. Harry looked at Ginny, his arm still around her slim waist, and said, "I'll be down in a minute."
Hermione, still red, left the room after promising not to tell Ron about what she had witnessed.
Ginny looked up at Harry, adoration dancing in her bright brown eyes, and, as she leaned up to kiss him, whispered, "You sure?"
Harry gazed into her eyes, then gave her a surprise peck on the forehead, forcing a noise of protest out of her.
"My lips," Ginny said, smiling. "Like this…"
She leaned up and kissed him again, enjoying the mere sensation of being near him, to be fulfilling her past five years' secret dream of kissing Harry Potter.
Harry pulled back after a short while, muttering, "Gotta go help Hermione… she's probably macking with Ron again…"
Ginny giggled and, her brown eyes shining, watched him go, wondering how the day could get any better, before following her longtime crush down the stairs to dinner.