Ginny Weasley had never been lucky, nor could she say that she'd been unfortunate. She'd kissed Harry Potter in her 5th year, broken up with him because he didn't want Voldemort to hurt her, and again was kissing Harry again…now because he'd survived.
"Ginny"? A familiar high-pitched voice called out.
Ginny broke apart from Harry. Harry, with his lips still puckered (tongue still out ; ), eyes still closed, stayed frozen. He opened one eye and went back to normal position, clearly disappointed.
"wha"? She screamed. She was irritated…it was one thing to call for her at midnight, and a totally different thing to call her while, well, kissing. Kissing was a private thing she decided…and obviously, privacy was quite hard to grasp at the moment. The door opened and Mrs. Weasley came in.
"Sweetie, please make your self useful."
"Mum"
"Don't use that tone with me young lady"
"I was busy"
"Oh trust me I can see that"! She snapped. "Nothing on you Harry dear, of course". Harry looked down at the floor. He had more lipstick on than Ginny (it annoyed the hell out of him when she wore lipstick…but ah well) and the buttons on his shirt were well, unbuttoned. Ginny's hair made Hermione's look sleek and shiny, and before Mrs. Weasley stormed Harry had attempted to unzip her Jeans…
"Now, go freshen yourselves up and head downstairs, the bride and groom are here"! Mrs. Weasley said in a giddy voice. Harry sighed. Tonks and Lupin were about to be married, and he was staying at the Weasley's until the wedding. He buttoned up his shirt, washed his face in the sink and met up with Ginny in the hall. He slipped his arm around her waist, and walked towards the main hall.
"Done with your snog fest"? Asked Fred.
"That's enough Fred" snapped Mrs.Weasley. Harry swore he saw a muscle twitch in Mr.Weasley's face, and decided he better get his hands off of Ginny, now.