A/N: Short chapter, but I hope you don't mind. Even though this chapter is kind of weird, I still like it. I was having a good day when I wrote it.
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, William Shakespeare owns the rest. I am nobody, and I would like to remain that way.

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October. Was there ever any month more beautiful? No, Ginny decided as she woke up on the first Saturday of October. According to the watch on her nightstand it was six o' clock in the morning, and outside it was still dark. She smiled to herself and yawned. If October was a beautiful month, then the first Saturday of this month would have to be a beautiful day. She stretched and curled up under her covers.

"Very beautiful indeed," she muttered as she turned towards the wall to get some more sleep before the day officially started.

Then suddenly. "She speaks." It was a dark voice, and Ginny spun around.

"Who there?" she asked into the darkness, while reaching for her wand.

"Oh speak again bright angel," the voice said, and Ginny lighted her wand. There, standing in the darkness was none other than Harry, and he was holding a rose, while smiling warmly at her.

"For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven." He stopped, then handed her the rose. "My queen," he said and got down on his knees in front of her bed. Ginny sat up, not quite sure whether she was asleep or awake.

"Hello," she said quietly and took the rose. "I didn't know you could quote Shakespeare."

Harry smiled and stood. "I have had a lot of time to read."

"I see." She looked at him for the longest time, taking in everything about him. He was wearing black robes that matched his hear and he looked unshaved, like he had just gotten out of bed, something he probably had, Ginny thought to herself, then smiled.

"You didn't bother to shave?" she asked teasingly, and Harry sat down on her bed.

"I woke up, thought of you, and here I am. The first Saturday of October."

She shuffled closer to the wall, and Harry lay down next to her. He softly kissed the side of her neck and Ginny made a sound of pleasure. Who cared if it was six in the morning? That only meant more time alone with Harry before having to get up for breakfast.

"God I have missed you," Harry muttered as he trailed a line of kisses down her cheekbone.

"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek," Ginny said in amusement. He wasn't the only one who read. Harry grunted in acknowledgement, before kissing her again, this time full on the lips. Ginny closed her eyes, taking in the feel of Harry – Harry who was here, and with her.

They broke apart a bit later, both gasping for air, whereupon Ginny proceeded to yawn.

"Oh goodness, Harry, I'm so desperately tired. I would love to continue this, but could we sleep just a little?"

Harry looked like a child who had just gotten his favourite toy taken away.

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisifed?" he quoted with a sigh.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" she counter-quoted.

"Thy exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine," he continued, determined not to let this go.

"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: and yet I would give it again," she said tenderly, "but I need to sleep."

Harry sighed again, then yawned. "I guess you're right. Promise me we will continue this later, though."

She nodded. "I promise." Then she snuggled into his arms, took a deep breath, filling her nostrils with the smell of him, then fell asleep, happy.

Three hours later Ginny was woken with a kiss.

"Rise and shine, my queen," Harry whispered, and she rolled over to look at him.

"Good morning," she said with a grin and returned the kiss.

"A good morning, indeed. Slept well?"

Ginny nodded. "I did. I'm sorry I was so tired."

"Hey, don't worry about it. You were right, anyway. We both needed to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us."

"Yeah. Hey, what time is it?"

Harry looked at the watch. "Nine sharp. When is breakfast?"

Ginny sat up. "Let's just say we have to hurry. Did you talk to Ron and Hermione?"

Harry got out of bed, then pulled a hand through his hair. Ginny smiled in amusement.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just like your morning routine."

Harry chuckled. "If you had hair like this you would have given up combing it, as well. Trust me."

"I do. Now then, could you please hand me those robes?" She pointed at a chair by the door where her school robes were hanging. Harry got them, then threw them on the bed.

"So what are we doing today?" he asked as she got dressed.

"Well, breakfast first. Like I said, we're late, and if I'm not very much mistaken Melody will come barging in here in a minute or so."

"She's taking care of you. Good friend."

"More like unbelievably awake in the morning. Anyway, once breakfast is done we will head out to Hogsmeade. I have the entire day off, and this means no looking after the little rascals."

"Which again means that I have you to myself all day?" Harry asked hopefully.

Ginny nodded and reached for her comb. "Well, until four, which is when dinner starts. The game is at seven, but I suppose you have to be there early. Have you talked to Madame Hooch about that?"

Harry shook his head and put on his shoes. "I haven't. I was hoping to run into her sometime today."

"Good. Now then, how do I look?"

Harry looked at her and grinned. "Don't you think I might be a little biased?"

Ginny giggled then put her hands around his neck. "I still want to hear it."

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Harry quoted, causing Ginny to giggle. "Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

He was about to continue when the door suddenly was flung open. "Ginny, you are so late. I'm starving!" Melody - of course.

Ginny let go of Harry with a grin, then said "Melody. More accurate than any watch in the world. I was waiting for you."

Melody looked from Ginny to Harry, then back again. "Oh, hi. I didn't know you had visitors."

Ginny grinned. "Melody, this is Harry. Harry, this is Melody."

They shook hands, before Melody and Ginny shared a smile. Approved, from the look of it.

The three of them headed out the door, but all of a sudden they were stopped in mid-track by two familiar figures.

"Ah, finally," Ron said as he saw them. "Never thought Hogwarts was this bloody complicated."

"Language, Ron," Hermione said almost as if on reflex, and Ginny couldn't help but laugh.

"Well hey there," she said with a smile, and then hugged both Ron and Hermione. "Good to see you. And welcome."

"Thank you, Ginny," Hermione said and looked around. "I can't believe I lived at this for seven years, yet it took us almost half an hour to find your room."

"There is a reason I told you to meet us in the Entrance hall, you know," Harry said to his best friends.

"Harry, mate," Ron said when he noticed that Harry was there. "Well you're here early." He smirked, earning him another "Ron!" from Hermione.

Ginny turned to Melody who looked absolutely lost. "Sorry, Mel," she said apologetically. "This is my brother Ron and his girlfriend, well fiancée, Hermione. Guys, this is Melody. She's interning with Professor Snape, and she's also a very good friend of mine." Again there was shaking of hands, while Ron tried to get Melody to tell him if Snape was still "an ugly git".

"Very much so," Melody assured him with a laugh, "but he's the best at what he does, and that is all I need."

"Figures," Ron muttered. "Now then, can someone please show me the way to the Great Hall? I'm starved!"

"Big surprise there," Ginny muttered under her breath so that only Harry could hear. He laughed, then took her hand, and together the five of them went to find something to eat.

The walk from the teacher's dormitories to the Great Hall was by far the weirdest Ginny had ever had. Once they were out into the common area there seemed to be a thousand eyes following them. Apparently word had got out that 'someone really famous' was at the school, and to have both Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger there all at once was probably more than anyone could have dreamt of.

"Wow, I didn't know you guys were some sort of idols," Melody said to Ginny as they walked by a crowd of particularly giggly fifth-years.

"Not me," Ginny assured her. "Just these three. I have always only been the little sister."

Melody grinned. "But you're holding hands with Harry Potter. That has got to count for something."

Ginny laughed. "I guess you're right, and that's not all I'm doing." She winked, but that was all she got to say on the matter, because all of a sudden they were surrounded by a bunch of students, all wearing school robes with the Gryffindor crest on it. They were walking together, and when Ginny and her friends came they stopped as one, then turned to look at them. They didn't say anything, they only stared. The tallest boy, a kid Ginny knew was a sixth year named Jason, eyed Harry in some kind of reverence.

"Are you... Harry Potter?" he asked eventually. Harry eyed Ginny carefully, and Ginny grinned.

"I am," Harry said, sounding uncertain.

"Wow," Jason all but whispered. "You are my hero, man. You're like... a legend. I can't believe you are here. It's... I'm Jason." He stuck out his hand, and Harry shook it.

"Hi Jason, nice to meet you."

"Mr. Potter, do you think maybe you could autograph my scarf?"

Harry looked horrified, and Ginny patted his arm. All of a sudden it all made sense. Jason was the Gryffindor captain and the Seeker. He had joined the team when Harry had left, and during her entire seventh year the only thing Ginny could hear was just how great Harry Potter was, and how he would do everything in his power to uphold the honour of the Gryffindor Seekers.

"Jason is the Gryffindor Seeker," Ginny explained to Harry.

"Ah," Harry said with a smile. "Of course. You were a fifth-year when I was in seventh, weren't you?"

Jason gaped. "You... you remember me?"

Harry laughed. "Sure I do. You had quite the talent if I remember correctly. Won any games lately?"

Jason looked at Harry as if he was afraid to fail him. "First match of the season tonight. Are you coming?"

"Harry is going to be the referee," Ginny informed him, and all around them people gasped, causing Ginny to smile. She had never imagined people actually admiring Harry for more than his ability to vanquish evil wizards. To see this made her happy, she knew that although Harry didn't like to talk about the war, he was more than happy to discuss quidditch.

"That's true," Ron suddenly chimed in, and the entire crowd fastened their gaze on Ginny's brother.

"Oh no," a tall boy whispered from the crowd. "You're Ron Weasley."

Ron looked around to see if he could find the speaker, and his eyes rested on a gangly boy probably no older than fourteen.

"I am," Ron said with a smile. "Who are you?"

"My name is Herman, Mr. Weasley. I'm the Gryffindor keeper."

"Is that so?" Ron asked, a grin forming on his lips. "And are you as good as they say you are?"

The boy gaped, and Ginny hid a smile with her hand. She was absolutely positive that Ron had never heard of this kid, but the fact that he took time to talk to him helped to show just how much her brother had matured the last couple of years.

"I... I try," Herman stuttered, and Ron nodded in acknowledgement.

"Good. Because I expect you to win tonight, you know." He looked at the entire team gathered in front of him. "Harry is going to be the referee, which means he has to be impartial. I, on the other hand has no such plans, and I will cheer for the only team that really deserves it."

"And who is that?" a boy named Shane asked.

"I'll tell you who that is," Ron grinned. "That is Gryffindor! And you people better make me proud tonight."

"Yes sir," the entire team said in unison. Ginny looked at Harry, who was obviously thinking exactly what she was. Once a quidditch captain, always a quidditch captain.

"Well, that's it," Ginny said then, and it was at this point the large crowd of students realised that there were two Professors standing there, also. "We need to get to the Great Hall, and unless you plan for us to fly over there I suggest you move. Now move." She looked around sharply, and suddenly the crowd was dissolved and they could walk freely again.

"Nice work, Professor Weasley," Harry said mockingly, and Ginny grinned.

"Why thank you. I have been practicing."