Summary: HP/GW one shot- Ginny Weasley has been in love with Harry Potter ever since she can remember. What happens when Harry volunteers to help Ginny with her homework? You'll just have to read to find out! Warning: Fluff!
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"Yes!" Ginny Weasley exclaimed, throwing down her quill in glee. "I'm finally done with Potions!"
Hermione Granger, one of Ginny's best friends, peeked over the top of an unbelievably thick book. "Great. Now all you have left is Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Ginny groaned and pushed away the pile of books and papers piled up in front of her. "Why, why, why did I wait until the last moment to do my homework!"
"Normally I would have to say my standard 'I told you so,'" Hermione said, closing her enormous volume and setting it on the table in front of her. "But for once you don't actually deserve it."
"You're bloody right I don't," Ginny said, crossing her arms across her chest and flopping back into the couch. "How can I when Harry called for Quidditch practice every day this week?"
Hermione smiled sympathetically. "It does seem a bit much."
Ginny snorted derisively. "A bit much? Hufflepuff, who we happen to be playing next, has only had two practices, compared to our five."
Hermione shrugged. "At least you know you're prepared."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Prepared, yes. Rested, no. How are we supposed to play when we're exhausted from practicing?"
"Well, at least Christmas is in a couple weeks, so you'll be sure to have a break then," Hermione said, gathering her things together.
Ginny sighed. "It seems so long away. I mean, I haven't had a spare moment all week, what with Quidditch, homework, prefect duties-"
"Not to mention an interestingly long snowball fight with a certain sixth year Gryffindor," Hermione interrupted a sly gleam in her eye.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ginny said, sniffing.
"That is all you and Harry were doing yesterday, am I right?"
Ginny sat up, a mortified look on her face. "Hermione!"
She glanced quickly around the room to make sure no one had heard. Luckily, it was late enough on a Thursday night that all the other students had already gone to bed.
Hermione grinned, sticking the last of her books into her bag. "Don't worry. Harry and Ron are still at the kitchens. And knowing Ron they won't be back for another hour at least."
"I know that!" Ginny hissed. "But what if someone else hears? You're the only one who knows how I feel about Harry."
"And I shouldn't be!" Hermione exclaimed, swinging her book bag onto the table. "Look, just tell him how you feel! The worst thing that could happen would be that he doesn't return your feelings."
Ginny pressed a hand to her forehead. "Hermione, I don't want to tell him! What if he doesn't like me back? Then my telling him would only ruin our friendship, which I wouldn't give up for anything in the world!"
"What wouldn't you give up?"
The two girls jumped at the voice coming from the portrait hole. Twisting in her seat, Ginny immediately spotted Harry's familiar form coming towards them. A warm feeling tingled in her stomach as he came to stand beside the girl's couch.
"Nothing, nothing," she said hastily, brushing a lock of her brilliant red hair back from her face. "We were just talking."
Hermione gave her a knowing glance before addressing Harry. "Where's Ron?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Still in the kitchens. He said it would be rude to leave without clearing his plate. He didn't mention the fact that the house elves kept filling it back up again."
Hermione sniffed. "Typical Ron. You'd think by the way he treats those poor elves that they hadn't any feelings at all."
Harry and Ginny only exchanged a glance. They both knew it was pointless to argue with Hermione once she got on the topic of house-elves.
Hermione sighed dramatically, then swung her bag onto one shoulder. "Well, I'm turning in for the night. Ginny?"
Ginny shook her head regretfully. "No. I haven't even finished half my work yet."
"Alright then," Hermione said, giving Ginny a sly smile. "I'll see you two in the morning."
Ginny watched her friend ascend the girl's staircase. She couldn't help but wish Hermione would stay longer, so that Ginny wouldn't have to be alone with Harry. It was so hard to concentrate on schoolwork. whenever he was around
"So, what do you have left?" Harry asked curiously, leaning against the mantelpiece.
Trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, Ginny flipped through her papers. "Um, it looks like Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, which I should do next since it's my first class tomorrow."
"Would you like me to help you with that?" Harry offered.
Ginny looked up from her papers. "Oh would you, Harry?"
"Sure," he said easily, sitting down next to her. Ginny tried to ignore the quickening of her heartbeat. "Although I really didn't learn all that much last year, come to think of it."
"I don't think any of us did," Ginny commented, fishing her Defense Against the Dark Arts book out from under her messy pile of homework. "And I don't know how anyone expected us to learn, with Umbridge as our teacher."
Harry shook his head in answer. "Don't even get me started on her."
Ginny grinned. "Sorry."
"So what's your assignment?" Harry said, scooting closer to see over her shoulder.
Ginny mentally shook herself. She wasn't used to being so near Harry. "Two feet of parchment on how to produce an effective Patronus."
Ginny looked up at Harry. They both burst out laughing.
"That's your subject?" Harry asked, trying to contain his laughter.
Ginny nodded, giggling. "I forgot that was what we were studying. I suppose I wasn't paying very close attention in class."
"I guess you don't really need my help after all," Harry commented. "You've been able to produce a Patronus for almost a year now."
Ginny tilted her head. "Has it really been that long?"
Harry nodded. "I think so. We started working on them in the D.A. sometime after Christmas."
"Yeah, that's right," Ginny said with a nod. It was strange how fast the time had gone by.
Harry cleared his throat. "I haven't really had a chance to talk to you in a while. How are you holding up?"
Ginny sighed. "To tell you the truth, I'm about ready to chuck all my schoolwork into the fire and say it was an accident."
Harry chuckled. "Sounds familiar. I actually had to stop Ron from doing that same exact thing."
Ginny laughed. "Really?"
"Yeah, it was right before our O.W.L.'s."
Ginny frowned. "Well that's great. It's not even Christmas, and I feel like doing it already."
Harry grinned. "Don't worry, you'll get through alright." he said, placing his hand comfortingly on her wrist. Ginny felt warmth climbing her cheeks as she glanced down at his hand. She only wished that he meant more out of this simple gesture than just friendship. But of course he didn't. To him she was only his best friend's little sister.
Ginny inwardly sighed and looked back up at Harry. To her surprise, he was also staring at his hand on top of hers. As he looked back at Ginny, their eyes met. Ginny knew that as soon as she looked into his bright green eyes, she wouldn't be able to look away.
Harry moved towards her slowly. Ginny's heart was beating so loudly that she wouldn't be surprised if Harry could hear it.
He hesitated, his face only and inch or two from Ginny's. She watched him, his eyes filled with such uncertainty that she thought, What the heck! Leaning forward, she closed the remaining distance between them and gently pressed her lips to his.
He didn't respond for a moment. Ginny was about to pull back, her face flaming with embarrassment, when he suddenly returned her kiss, gripping her hand tightly as if her were afraid she would pull away. Ginny felt as if she were floating, her head felt so light.
When Harry finally pulled back, breathing hard, he simply continued to gaze deep into her eyes. Ginny couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just kissed Harry Potter! The boy she had been in love with since before first year!
Harry took a deep breath. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that."
Ginny shook her head, her mind still spinning. "Not longer than I have, that's for sure."
And than he was kissing her again, one arm slipping around her waist, pulling her close. Ginny, her mind about to sink into oblivion, curled her arms around his neck.
The portrait door behind them opened. They sprang apart, breathing heavily as they twisted around to see who in the world would be getting back to Griffindor tower so late at night.
It was Ron. Ginny had completely forgotten he had still been down in the kitchens, what with the slight distraction of snogging Harry Potter.
Ron yawned widely as he made his way towards them. "What are you guys doing up so late?'
Ginny smoothed back her hair and glanced over at Harry, who was watching her with a wide grin. "Oh, nothing," she said. "Harry was just helping me with my Defense essay."
Ginny was a little worried that Ron might notice the flaming of both her and Harry's faces. But Ron, as usual, was unbelievably oblivious.
"Well, I'm off to bed," he said, stifling another yawn. "You coming, Harry?"
Harry looked up from watching Ginny. "I'll be up in a minute."
"Alright." And without another word, Ron turned and headed up the stairs.
Ginny turned back to Harry, who grinned at her. "Do you think he suspects something?"
Ginny shook her head. "Not a chance."
She blushed when she saw him watching her. "So what..." her caught. She cleared her throat. "So what are we now?"
"Well, I suppose I should ask you to be my girlfriend."
Ginny pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. "You suppose?"
He laughed. "Ginny Weasley, would you be my girlfriend?"
She smiled broadly. She couldn't believe this was happening! It was all she could do to not jump up and down. She forced a careless expression onto her face. "Oh, I suppose."
Harry grinned. "Just checking."
He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Ginny felt as if she would burst with happiness. An hour ago, if someone had told her she would soon be kissing Harry Potter and becoming his girlfriend, she would have recommended that person a head-clearing potion.
As they broke apart for the third time that night, Ginny sighed happily and settled comfortably against Harry. "There's just one slight problem we have."
"And what's that?" he asked, smoothing her hair back from her face.
"Which one of us is going to tell Ron?"
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There y'all go!
Just curious. Would anyone be interested in me doing a second chapter? It would include Ron's and Hermione's reaction to Harry and Ginny's new relationship. Just thought I'd ask.
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