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The way its meant to be

Chapter 3

Ron was just sitting there, dumbfounded, while his best friend and sister continued to laugh and point. Finally he whipped out his wand and cast 'silencio!' twice. His brethren continued to have their mouths open, but no sound came out. "Now. If you tell me whats so goddamn funny, I'll un-curse you."

Ginny and Harry nodded vigorously. Ron muttered the countercurse. Ginny took a deep breath. "Ron, that wasn't cool. But we will hint at you why we were laughing so hard, wont we, Harry?"

"Oh, yeah. Of course we will," He agreed while nodding.

"So, what is it?"

"Well, Ron, can you not find any reason as to why she wanted to know how you felt about Mione so bad?" Ginny asked.

"Hmm… It means something…"

"It means that-"

"No, no. I can figure this one out." Silence for about two minutes. "OH! Jeez, I am quite the stud, aint I?" Ron asked, while flexing.

Just then, there was a buzz, signaling that someone was here. Ginny jumped off Harry's lap, while Ron continued to look impressive. Harry was rolling his eyes at the way Ron was acting.

"NO! YOU CANT COME INSIDE, YOU BITCH! FUCK OFF!"

Harry and Ron's were at rapt attention at Ginny's angry outburst. She continued to yell, while the guys figured who was at the door. Suddenly the yelling ceased. Ginny stormed back into the room, still fuming.

"How was Mione, Gin?" Ron asked.

Ginny's face turned a deeper shade of red, while she reassumed position in Harry's lap.

"I'm sorry for yelling at Hermione, Harry."

"Hey, she deserved it. I'm actually proud of you." He proved just how proud when he leaned down, and kissed her softly on the lips.

Ginny giggled. "You sure do move fast, Harry."

Harry smiled. "Actually, that was great. Wanna do it again?" He leaned back down.

"Hemhem." An Umbridge style laugh from Ron brought them crashing back down to Earth. He looked the traditional Weasley red. "I suppose I'll go talk to Luna. I have to know if that's how she really feels."

And with that, he apparated away. Ginny grinned sexually. "You know, now we have the house to ourselves."

"You mean.. Snogging, right? I'm not ready to shag quite yet."

So they laid on the couch, Ginny's tongue begging and coaxing Harry's mouth to open. When it did, she explored his mouth, and him hers.