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Sometimes You Just Need a Slap in the Face

Chapter 9: Simply the Best

I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire
you come to me, come to me wild and wild

Ron just stood there looking back and forth between Harry and Ginny, his eyes squinting in calculation.

The silence was killing Harry. "Right…erm…you see. Er." he stuttered.

Ginny tried to spare Harry some pain. "Ron, you see...we—Harry and-and I…we just.." she could not finish. She did not fear her brother, but right now Ron looked like he was thinking really hard, and that was so out of character is was scary.

When you come to me
give me everything I need
give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams

Finally the youngest Weasley boy snapped out of his pensive state. "How long has this been going on?" he asked, his eyes shining with—was that mirth?

Harry still averted Ron's gaze. "Er…how long has what been going on?"

"Harry!" Ginny smacked Harry's leg. "Ron may be daft, but he's not blind. Just tell him."

Speak a language of love like you know what it means
and it can't be wrong
Take my heart and make it strong baby

Harry flinched nervously at her touch then sighed, conceding defeat. "Fine, then. Ron, I—" he slowly but pointedly turned to face Ginny and glared playfully. "Wait a minute. Why don't you tell him? He's your brother."

Ginny's jaw dropped in indignation. "And he's your best friend."

Ron watched the exchange and could see their great affection. He decided to stop them, as amusing as they were to watch. "Oy! Harry! Ginny! Merlin, and you think I'm immature. All I asked was: How. Long. Has. This. Been. Going. On. Did I stutter?"

You're simply the best, better than all the rest
better than anyone, anyone I've ever met

Ginny sighed—she had rather enjoyed her meaningless quarrel with Harry, although it was getting harder and harder each second not to jump him right there and snog him senseless.

She looked at her brother in the eyes. "Ron, there was honestly nothing going on before now. Well there was but…it wasn't…"

Harry noted her exasperation. "What she's trying to say is that we…well I, really, didn't fully realize until very recently how much I really care for Ginny." He waited for Ron to punch him.

I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead

But Ron only smirked. "And exactly how much do you care fore my sister, Harry?"

The raven-haired boy flushed but replied unashamed, "I love her. I absolutely love her."

In your heart I see the star of every night and every day

Surprising Harry and Ginny, Ron smiled so widely it seemed his mouth would pop off of his face. "Well it's about time, mate! Merlin, that took you forever."

In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling O.K. Ron?"

Ron's grin widened even further, if possible. "Never been better."

Harry was still sceptical. "So…you're not mad at us?"

Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place

"Of course not, mate…I always wanted you to get together with my sister," Ron answered cheerfully.

"Right…" was Harry's only response.

"RONALD WEASLEY!!! I sent you up there TEN minutes ago to fetch your sister. What ARE you doing??!!" Mrs. Weasley's voice resonated throughout the Burrow.

You're simply the best, better than all the rest
better than anyone, anyone I've ever met

Ron shouted, "Coming, Mum" over his shoulder and stepped aside allowing his sister to pass and go downstairs.

Harry stood up, still perplexed by Ron's non-violent behaviour and made to proceed downstairs, but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead

Ron's grin had transformed into a rather maniacal smirk. "Oh, and Harry? Before I forget…if you ever hurt Ginny in any way, I'll make Voldemort look like Father Christmas in comparison to my brothers and me."

Harry's eyes threatened to pop out of his head. "Right," he said shakily before dashing downstairs, Ron behind him.

Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. Fred and George were having the time of their lives teasing Harry and Ginny and Bill was sending not-so-subtle death threats with his eyes towards Harry to which Harry said 'I see you're feeling better, then, Bill'

After they had all finished eating, Harry kept Hermione back. "Hermione," he began after they were alone in the kitchen, "Might you have any idea how Ron already knew about Ginny and me?"

The bushy-haired girl laughed nervously. "Well…I must admit I had a lot to do with that. See-I told Ron that it seemed that Ginny still felt something for you and that I thought you and she were growing rather close."

Each time you leave me I start losing control

"Yes, but why isn't Ron angry with me?" Harry inquired.

Hermione smiled. "Because he really did want you and Ginny to get together. He thinks you're made for each other.

Harry too was now grinning. "Ron, a romantic? The world must be ending," he joked.

Hermione laughed, then just as quickly grew serious. "I agree with Ron though…for once. I've seen how happy you are around Ginny."

Harry gave a small smile at the thought of the girl whose hair and personality resembled fire. "Thanks Hermione. But you know, I never could have made it even this far without you and Ron."

She hugged him quickly and went upstairs.

Just as Harry exited the kitchen, a small warm hand grabbed his arm and dragged him into a tiny dark broom closet.

You're walking away with my heart and my soul

"I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to, Mr. Potter."

Harry was about to respond when Ginny pushed him rather roughly against the wall and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Ten minutes later, Harry and Ginny sat on the floor of the closet, Ginny in Harry's lap, both of their clothes rumpled (A/N: get your minds out of the gutter, they were only kissing.)

"Merlin, Ginny. If we don't get out of this closet soon, I won't be able to resist you any further."

I can feel you even when I'm alone

Ginny turned her head to face him and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. "Who said anything about resisting?" she asked in a low voice.

Harry smiled. "I don't think I'll ever understand why someone as perfect as you would want to be with someone as pathetic as me."

Ginny slapped him lightly on the face. "Call yourself pathetic again, Potter, and I'll slap you harder."

Harry made a face of mock indignation. "Ginny! I don't know if I can deal with this sort of violence. Except that you're irresistible when you're angry."

"You'd better believe it!" Ginny smirked. "Anyway, I want to be with you because you're simply…the best. And because I love you."

Harry smiled. "I love you more," he said before leaning in to prove his words.

Oh baby, don't let go "Simply the Best" by Tina Turner

A/N: Tear, tear…we've come to the end of the story. Only the epilogue is left. Sorry this update took unforgivably long, but I was creatively dead.

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