Title: You're My Bertie Botts

Summary: It's the fifth summer holiday for the trio and spending it with a distressed Ginny at The Burrow leaves Harry wondering about the littlest Red Head and Hermione about the next oldest. A light fluffy HG RH

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, otherwise I would be married with children, have blonde hair, and be pretty darn rich!

Chapter Ten: Sleeping Beauty

Author Notes: This is the last chapter guys! Thank you all so much for your patience and fantastic reviews! I am chuffed to bits with your responses! Feel free to email me about any stories – mine or your own. I'm still going to keep at it! Look out for new HP stuff, and keep reviewing!
Thanks again for everything! And apologies for the slightly cheesy ending!
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...Finally reaching the Diagon Alley Floo Grate, they both stepped in at the same time. It wasn't the best experience last time but Harry refused the opportunity to lose her again. They felt the familiar tug as they soared through the green flames and nearly had to cover their ears for the relieved shrieks and yells from the Weasley's at the other end...

Ginny was wrenched into her mother's arms as Mrs. Weasley sobbed a thank you to Harry. Ron clapped him happily on the back and the twins attempted a friendly smile. After putting up with the "never wander off" speech from Molly, Ginny told everyone that she was fine and it was all due to Harry that she was back, after a few more thank yous they all settled down for a cup of tea.

"I don't really want Fred and George to have to traipse back to Diagon Alley in this weather." Mrs. Weasley explained. "So they'll be sleeping here tonight. I should be able to set up another bed up in their room to fit you all in."

"No it's fine Mrs. Weasley." Harry smiled politely, "I'll camp down here on the sofa. It'll be easier!"

"Are you sure that's okay?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Thank you Harry, that's saved some moving. I'll bring you down a blanket and some pillows."

After drying off, Harry and Ginny joined the Weasley's and Hermione for dinner. They sat around the large table and Harry noticed Ron and Hermione casting anxious looks across the table, well Hermione's more demanding. As a silence broke out around the room, Ron cleared his throat nervously.

"Mum," he squeaked, suddenly becoming very interested in a dent on the wall. "I thought you should know...that me and Hermione...well...Hermione and I...we've decided...well we kinda thought...today we sorta..."

"Started to date." Hermione finished somewhat abruptly, though her gaze was also elsewhere.

Mrs. Weasley let out a girly squeal like Hermione had earlier and nearly knocked over the salad wrapping them both into a hug. Fred and George burst into fits of laughter, and wiping tears away from his eyes Fred grinned. "Three more days and those five galleons would have been mine!" He handed over the money to George who winked at Ron, sending him into further blushes. Harry and Ginny gave the couple supportive glances but they went unnoticed.

As everyone finished their main course, Mr. Weasley came tumbling through the front door. He beamed hello to everyone and ruffled Ron's hair as Molly filled him in on the 'big news'. "Cough it up then Fred!" he smiled, "I said it's be today!" The twins laughed again and Hermione sighed huffily. Harry could just hear bits of her and Ron's conversation.

"I can't stop them," Ron whispered, "it's what they do."

"Yes but you could at least stick up for us, you're acting like you're embarrassed to be dating me." Hermione said quietly.

"'Mione, you know that's not true." Said Ron squeezing her hand gently on the table, ignoring the noises coming from Fred and George. Hermione beamed and turned back to her dessert bowl, choosing what to put on it.

"Come on then!" said Mrs. Weasley as the final course was finished. "It's time you lot were in bed!" She quickly ushered everyone upstairs, her and Arthur following quite soon after, claiming it had been a long day. Harry smiled at the empty table that half an hour before had been so full of life. Sinking into the prepared sofa, he took off his clothes aside from his boxers and pulled the blanket to his chin. Thinking about everything that had happened in the day, he told himself that, in the morning, he would pull up the courage to ask Ginny to be his girlfriend.

Harry dreamt well that night, he was gliding along a hill, and in the distance he could see a close couple. As he moved closer to them, he quickly recognised them as his parents. His father lay propped on his elbows, his legs flung over his mother's. She sat cross legged and stroked his legs gently. Leaning forwards, her red hair flying in the wind, she ran a hand over his father's face. Harry let out a choked gasp as he saw his father with his own green eyes and behind his fringe, a thin bolt shaped scar. Harry did a double-take of who he assumed was his mother, and realised she was none other than Ginny Weasley. Ginny called his name softly, passing a hand through his hair and it felt so real, so loud.

Harry's eyes snapped open and took a few seconds to adjust to the fact that he wasn't sat on a hill but was in fact with Ginny, exactly the same way as he had pictured.

"Harry?" she cooed. Harry glanced around the room, it was still dark. His eyes ached with tiredness; he can't have been asleep for more than half an hour. Harry made a noise of recognition. "I'm sorry Harry but I couldn't sleep."

"It's okay." Harry croaked, sitting up sideways to her. Ginny turned to face him, her hand tracing his leg.

"Harry, what you said in the tree? Was it all real?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

It was too late or early to be dealing with this kind of thing, "Yes Ginny. I meant every word."
"Then why didn't you do anything about it there and then?" Ginny frowned, her hand pausing on his knee.

Harry hadn't expected this and he searched for a reply. "I didn't want to scare you more than I already had. And with what happened earlier and without a reply from you, I didn't want to jump to any conclusions."

"Can I then?" She asked, a smile creeping across her face.

Harry wrinkled his forehead in a confused way. Ginny giggled and moved her hand further up his body, resting on his chest. Harry became very aware of the fact he was only covered by his underwear, but Ginny didn't seem to have noticed. She used her other hand to sweep her hair off her face then placed it round the back of Harry's head. As she leant forwards, pulling Harry closer to her he began to panic, he hadn't become very experienced with Cho but from what Hermione said, snogging to Ginny was as natural as talking.

To Harry's relief she made it feel natural, their lips met quickly and broke away fast. Ginny's eyes flickered all over Harry's pale face and smiling she kissed him again, more meaningful and passionate, her tongue caressing his. Harry ran his hands over Ginny's back as she let out a soft laugh into his mouth. He kissed her neck and chest and she gripped his untidy hair tight, knocking his glasses lightly.

"Ron!" Harry gasped. Ginny's eyes widened and she jumped away in shock. "Sorry" Harry laughed, realising how dodgy it must've sounded. "I mean what will Ron say? And the twins?"

Ginny sighed, very relieved. And climbed back to his end of the sofa, placing her knees either side of Harry's waist. "I don't care, do you?"

Harry shrugged and pulled the front of her nightie towards him, guiding her back to him. He could feel her bare legs next to his and he found himself looking at the ceiling to avoid glancing down her top. Ginny placed a hand on his chin and turned Harry to face her. She kissed him gently on the nose, then the lips. As their kiss became more intense, her knees buckled and she lay across Harry's body. Harry raised his hands from Ginny's back and pulled the blanket over them. Ginny broke away from his lips for air and let out a soft sigh. Giving him one last kiss she buried herself into him and Harry felt her go limp into sleep in his arms.

He held the mop of red hair close to his heart and kissed it lightly. The empty feeling in his stomach that had stopped him from 100 happiness since his parents died suddenly lifted and he wrapped his legs around the reason it had gone. Unable to stop grinning he whispered to the sleeping beauty. "Thank you Ginny Weasley."