Falling into You
By Weasley is my King

Chapter Four

Harry had left the spot that he and Ginny had been in. He was wandering the hallways, trying to figure out why his mind and body were acting so haywire. One moment, he'd think critically about ending it with Lara just so see what would become of a relationship between Little Ole Ginny and himself, and the next, he'd quickly rule that option out and call himself crazy for thinking of dropping Lara for such a "mediocre" choice. At the same time though, he would hear his brain call Ginny a mediocre choice and quickly refute that point with the fact that not only was she nice looking as well, but she was interested in quidditch, was very intelligent, understood his sense of humor, and had been there through his struggles. He would remind himself that she had been a constant in his life, and the mere thought of losing her because of his recent behavior made him reconsider ending everything he had with his beautiful American girlfriend.

He wandered the halls for a few minutes after the confrontation between himself and Ginny, not once stopping for anyone. He finally made his way back to the common room, completely unaware of the fact that his girlfriend had been in hot pursuit of him. As soon as he entered the common room, he spotted his two closest friends, Ron and Hermione, sitting in front of the fire on the couch sharing a laugh. Beside them a few feet away were the redhead who had just threatened to hex him and one of his roommates. It didn't phase him at all, for he had seen them together far too many times to count. They were close together and Ginny was twirling her ginger hair on her fingertips with a sweet smile gracing her face. When Harry sat down on the couch on the other side of Hermione with a sigh, Hermione quickly cast a glance in the direction of Ginny and Dean.

It took a moment for anyone to say something, but Ron, probably the most comedic out of the three of them, broke the ice.

"Look at my sister," he exclaimed, seeing his sister in such close proximity to Dean once again and watching her visibly flirt with him right in front of his face. He actually held out his hand to point at them.

Hermione looked horrified. She swiftly grabbed his hand and held it in her lap. "Have a nice walk, Harry?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "It was all right," he told them.

Then, very quickly, he turned his head to see where Ron's finger had just been pointing. At the sight, his eyes widened and his body filled with heat. He thought he felt his feet start to move against his better judgment. He thought he felt his fists clench and his breathing seem to shorten. Just as he thought he felt himself begin to stand, he heard an exasperated voice say his name.

"Harry," she said, "there you are!"

A smile crossed his face as Lara sat on the arm of the couch next to him. She wrapped her arm possessively around his neck and then fiddled with his hair on h. He stretched his body to sit very tall to place a kiss on her rosy cheek. She smiled and kissed his lips playfully. It wasn't long before the pecking on the lips between the two had launched into a lip lock where Lara had fallen purposely into his lap from the arm of the couch and hung her arms around his neck. Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at Ron, who had conveniently returned to his homework. Hermione crossed her arms, glanced over to where Ginny was sitting with Dean Thomas and cleared her throat politely. Apparently, she would have to graduate from the clearing of the throat and move onto something much bigger and better. Something drastic that would grab Harry's attention and stop, for the love of Merlin, the constant public displays of affection between Lara, the hormonal exchange student, and Harry, the brainwashed suitor of the aforementioned.

"What's that, Ginny?" she called out of the blue. Upon hearing her name, Ginny looked at Hermione with her eyebrows furrowed. "You'd like to speak to Harry for a moment? …Privately?"

Like she had planned, Hermione watched as Harry pulled away from Lara and leaned around Lara to look at Ginny, who looked absolutely flabbergasted. When Ginny noticed Harry gazing at her, Ginny smirked and turned back to Dean. Lara took that as a sign of dismissal and tried to resume their previous activity, however, Harry was not ready to do so. He gently pushed at Lara's legs as to signal to her to get off of him. She obliged with a huff and was visibly outraged when she watched him stand from the couch and approach Ginny and Dean.

"You wanted to speak to me?" he asked lamely as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Ginny smiled crookedly and held up her index finger to indicate one second or one minute, he wasn't sure which one. She leaned across the table she and Dean were sitting at and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She whispered something in his ear, Harry wasn't sure what, and then slowly stood up. She walked a few feet away from Dean and put her hands on her hips.

"So," Harry stammered uncomfortably.

Ginny simply sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, so," she said slowly. "I did want to speak to you."

Harry raised his eyebrows expectantly, as to say, "well?"

Ginny raised her index finger once again but made a motion to tell him to follow her as she led the way to an empty stairwell. She leaned against the brick wall and looked at Harry with a newfound vulnerability in her eyes. Her pink lips were kind of pouty, her cheeks were rosy and her body language was reminding Harry how much he wanted to kiss her right then. She made the same motion as she did before with her finger, telling him to move closer. He kept moving closer, but closer didn't seem to be close enough for her. He felt his body fill with a warm, tingly feeling and he quickly thought about how cliché this moment was becoming.

"What, uh," he cleared his throat and taking a small step backwards, "What did you, er, want to, uh, talk to me about?"

This time, Ginny leaned her head away from the brick and close the small gap between them with a small step so her face was only centimeters from Harry's face. She leaned in even closer to whisper in his ear. "Nothing," she confessed.

Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair and looked around the stairwell, obviously extreme uncomfortable. The fact that Ginny could tell he was so uncomfortable made the moment all the more fun for her. She moved to whisper in his other ear, "What's wrong, Harry?"

He ran his hand through his hair again. "Nothing, I'm, uh, I'm great. Fine. I'm great."

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck this time and placed an amazingly light kiss on the side of Harry's neck. And then once again on his jaw line. And one more time on the corner of his mouth. Harry sighed deeply and instinctively wrapped his arms loosely around her waist at first. Without thinking about what was happening, he turned his head a little bit and began to kiss her lips lightly. The loop around her waist was tightening around her and she suddenly felt a sense of pride fill her. This was what she had been dreaming about. She finally had herself under Harry's skin, something she had never pictured actually happening. Harry's arms loosened once more around her and one hand had tangled itself in her ginger hair. Her better judgment got the best of her, for she felt a pang of guilt rush through her. She knew what they were doing was wrong. Not matter how much she disliked Lara. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to Dean either. On instinct, she pulled away from him and licked her lips, running her hands through her hair.

"Wha-"

"We shouldn't-" she began.

"You're right-" he agreed.

"This isn't-"

"I know-"

"I- we- you- can't-" she struggled to put words together. It was those lips. And those eyes. And that hair. Everything in her body was telling her yes, but her mind was telling her now. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to forget about everything about him that was driving her manic.

"This isn't-" she tried again. This time though, it wasn't because she couldn't fit her words together, it was because Harry had thrown caution to the wind and brought his lips back to hers. Ginny resisted at first but quickly gave in. Harry's hands were in her hair and on her hips. Her own fingers were entangled in his messy, raven hair.

"What in the bloody hell is going on here?"

Ginny and Harry separated at warp speed. Ginny blushed violently as Harry avoided the intruder's eyes. Everything happened so quickly, and that was why all three people standing in relatively close proximity were so surprised when Ginny's hand raised and slapped Harry across the face. His jaw dropped, her hand clamped over her own mouth and she bolted. The intruder, her own brother, was appalled. He looked at Harry, his former best friend, and then out to the common room to Hermione, his girlfriend. He was surprised to find her standing only a few feet behind him. He looked at her for only a moment before she followed after Ginny, telling her to slow down and just tell her what happened. Oddly enough, Lara was no where to be found.

Ron wasn't sure what had gotten to the point of no return, but he had taken a few steps closer to Harry and felt his fist connect with Harry's face. "That's my sister!" he shouted.

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Author's Note: I'm so sorry it took me so long. I got all of your reviews requesting more but i've been so busy lately that this had to take a backseat for a while. So, once again. I'm sorry. Finals are just about over so i'll have more time to write again and the holidays were so crazy that i have hardly had time. But never fear, i'm back and ready to get this going again!! Please continue to review because i love all of your comments!
xoxo, kate