Harry suddenly looked up at the clock, "Oh, God, Gin's gonna kill me if I get a detention!"

James smirked, "Running your life already, is she?"

"Just, shut up," Harry vanished without transforming, but his thoughts were so wrapped up in Ginny, he barely noticed.

Luckily he arrived in the common room before anyone knew he was missing, stopping the inevitable search to find him. Voldemort was still a threat, after all.

Harry sank into his favorite armchair, debating whether it was worth it to go to the Hospital Wing for a potion for his headache or just go get some food in the Great Hall. Deciding not to do anything, Harry sank deeper into the armchair and tried to wake up.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny said as she walked around the corner.

"Hey, Gin."

"What's wrong?" she began rubbing his shoulders.

"I stayed up all night talking to my father."

"What about?"

"Just stuff that has happened lately."

"Am I in the category 'Just stuff that has happened lately'?"

"We talked about you for two hours straight, apparently my father's life as a teacher, professional Quidditch star, and one of the top fighters for the Light leaves something to be desired."

Ginny giggled, "I had no idea he was so…so…so bored with his life."

Harry smiled, "I bet no one did."

Ginny sat in Harry's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, "This is comfortable. I could get used to this."

Harry kissed her lightly on the cheek, "You and me both."

"So, Harry, what do you want to do today?"

"I say we try and have a relaxing Sunday with no interruptions."

She rolled her eyes, "Dreamer."

"I can hope, can I not?"

"Keep your hoping down to something plausible."

"I try."

"Hey, Harry!" Daniel walked around the corner, "Have you seen Jamie?"

"Yeah, she went down to Breakfast."

"Okay, thanks, see you later."

"Right."

Harry turned back to Ginny, "He's still trying to ask her out, being a Lupin makes you really shy."

"I see."

"Maybe we should give him a hand."

Ginny looked thoughtful, "Maybe…but first I get you to myself for a while."

"Sounds fair."

"You bet."

Ginny lead Harry through the portrait hole and headed for the seventh floor. "Let's go to the Room of Requirement."

Harry took her hand, "Nah, I've found a more romantic spot."

"Ooh, I like a man with a romantic side."

"I know."

"How?"

Harry shrugged, "My best friend is your best friend."

"Hermione told you?" Ginny spoke violently, eyes flashing.

Harry held up his hands, "Slow down, Ginny, Hermione didn't tell me any more than Ron told you!"

Ginny glared at him, but she couldn't deny it.

Harry continued to lead Ginny upward, using to many staircases to count, passing countless landings. He finally stopped at a nondescript door, "Here we are."

"Oh really?"

Harry opened the door for Ginny, "Oh really."

Ginny walked in and gasped, "Harry! This is beautiful!"

Harry followed her in, "It is, isn't it?"

The room had a floral decor, flowers everywhere, literally. A beautiful view of the lake dominated the southern wall in a open-spaced window. A window seat matched the chairs, couches and even the bed.

"So…do you like it?"

"Harry I…love it!

He smiled, "I'm glad."

They snuggled together on one of the couches and sat in peaceful bliss, soaking up their surroundings.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"How'd you find this room?"

"Dad."

"So what is it?"

"What is what?"

"The room!"

"It is called, rather obviously, The Room of the Flowers."

"Does it do anything?"

"From what Dad says, it is a Room of Requirement for couples in love."

"That's nice," Ginny said sleepily.

"Want to do something?"

"What?"

"Lock Daniel and Jamie in here."

"Sounds good, let's go," Ginny sat up, "And then we give Hermione and Ron a potion to keep them from arguing."

Harry quickly followed her out into the hallway, "Secret passage," he said to the castle walls. Several immediately opened.

"To the Entrance hall," Ginny said, causing all but on to close.

"This way, Milady."

"Thank you."

Harry followed Ginny through the passage, firing a Scourgify every two steps, "Bloody Hell! No one ever uses this one!"

Ginny gestured to the spider webs on the ceiling, "You think?"

Harry smiled at her, "I hope Daniel and Jamie are still there."

"They are."

"How do you…?"

"Women intuition."

"Ah."

"Finally! Clean air!" Ginny exclaimed as she exited the passage.

"Not for long," Harry gestured at the approaching Malfoy.

"Why, if it isn't the couple of the century! Get your autographs now boys! They aren't going to last much longer!" Malfoy caused his gang of Slytherins to laugh.

"C'mon, Ginny, we don't want any of that hair gel he's using to rub off on us, do we?"

"No, Harry, we certainly don't!"

They turned and walked toward the Great Hall.

For a Weasley, Malfoy thought, She's got a great a…

Harry whipped around so fast, he was a blur, "Finish that thought, Malfoy, and I'll be seeing your father in prison. Oh wait, that's right, the Ministry has no power here, the worst I could get is a detention."

"C'mon, guys, let's go," Malfoy turned and walked down the hall with his goon squad.

"What was he thinking?" Ginny wanted to know.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, what was he thinking?" Snape came walking from the direction of Dumbledore's office.

"He was about to compliment my girlfriend's a…"

"That is enough Mr. Potter! Fifty house points from Gryffindor!"

"And a hundred points to Miss Weasley, from me, Severus," James came walking up from the shadows.

"For what, may I ask?"

"Yes you may, if you don't mind the answer 'for services rendered'."

"What services?"

"I believe that is between Miss Weasley and I."

"Miss Weasley? Tell me what you have been doing for Professor Potter!"

Harry couldn't believe what Ginny did next. She looked Severus Snape in the eye and lied, "I, voluntarily, polished all of Professor Potter's swords."

Snape searched her eyes for a moment and then turned and walked back the way he came.

James smiled, "Another ten points for being creative while staring down a bull, Miss Weasley, and five for keeping me from being an obvious liar."

Ginny smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Professor, perhaps you could you do me a favor."

James pondered a moment, "Perhaps, what is it?"

"Could you give me advice on kidnapping to create a couple?"

"Make one of them a portkey and have them touch."

Ginny nodded, "Good advice."

James turned and walked toward the teacher's lounge.

"Harry? Go lock the door to The Room of the Flowers, its occupants will be there shortly."

"Right, Gin," he vanished in a subtle smudge of smoke, not so flashy as usual.

Harry appeared outside the door and locked it, then disappeared into the room itself. He didn't have to wait long.

"Hey, where are we?" a slightly confused Daniel asked.

"You two are in The Room of the Flowers until you both admit you like each other. Bye,." Harry vanished before they could move.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Gin. The plan worked perfectly."

"Excellent."

"So, we have," Harry checked his watch, "A while before they admit it, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go see our friends, I'm sure they're worried about us."

Harry snorted, "I doubt it, I'm sure Ron's about to have a stroke and is only being confined to the Gryffindor Tower because Hermione threatened to stop snogging."

"You're probably right."

Surprisingly enough, Ron hardly seemed to notice them at all, being snuggled up with your girlfriend often does that to you, as Harry knew well.

Harry quickly walked over to where they were sitting and planted a kiss on Hermione's cheek (while Ron glared daggers at him), "Thanks for the time you two gave us."

Hermione barely seemed to notice the kiss, "You're welcome. Have you seen Daniel and Jamie lately?"

Harry doubled over in silent laughter, "We locked them in a Room of Requirement together."

"'A'?"

"You didn't think that there was just one, did you?"

"Yes, there is only one in Hogwarts, a History."

"That book is almost devoid of practical information."

"Here, here," Ron agreed.

"Hrumph," Hermione snorted, "And where do you get 'practical' information, Harry?"

"Marauders."

"So, what is this Room of Requirement called?"

"The Room of the Flowers."

Hermione raised her eyebrow, "Where is it?"

"In the east tower."

"And how long have they been in there?"

Harry checked his watch, "About two hours."

Ginny walked up behind him, "Let's go see if they're ready yet."

"Sure thing, Gin," Harry rose from his seat and wrapped his arms around her. They vanished in a flash of flame up to The Room of the Flowers.

Harry unlocked the door and opened it wide. He found himself looking at Daniel and Jamie playing a game of tonsil tennis by the window.

Harry rapped his knuckles on the door, "When ever you two are ready, the door is open."

The startled couple looked at Harry and blushed. Daniel took Jamie's hand and walked out of the room, trooping down the stairs.

Harry stared after them and spoke to Ginny, "I can see it know 'Harry and Ginny Potter, the miracle working, married couple counselors'."

Ginny smiled, "Just so long as you want a lot of kids."

"My one perfect dream, red- and raven-haired kids running around on a beautiful lawn."

Ginny kissed him, "Mine too, Harry, mine too."