I know it's been ages since I updated - sorry! Been busy graduating from uni and stuff. I'm on holidays now until I start my new job in February so fingers crossed I'll be able to churn out a few chapters in the meantime...

Chapter 6: Some Interesting News

'That didn't take long,' Harry said, a smug expression on his face as he emerged from his room.

Ginny punched his arm, looking indignant. 'We didn't … ugh!' she cried in annoyance. She hated how he pushed her buttons so easily.

'Sure.' Harry smirked. 'You can tell me these things, you know. I'll be mature about it.'

'No, you won't,' Ginny told him matter-of-factly, heading to her room, not in the mood to talk to him anymore.

Harry moved towards the couch and then hesitated. 'Is it still safe to sit on this?' he asked, goading her.

Ginny gave another yell of frustration and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her, leaving Harry chuckling by himself on the sofa.

Ginny woke up early the next morning and seated herself in front of a cartoon show with a bowl of cereal. Having grown up without them, she was reliving her childhood through the morning line up. She was particularly enjoying a Bugs Bunny rerun when there was a loud crack and Oliver appeared before her.

Ginny let out an extremely girlish squeal and nearly slopped chocolaty milk down her front. 'Oliver! What are you doing her?' she squeaked, frantically trying to pat her bed hair down.

'This.' He brandished a copy of the Daily Prophet at her, seeming not to notice her disheveled appearance. She had no idea what he was on about – her copy hadn't been delivered yet.

Ginny placed her bowl onto the coffee table and took the paper from him. Oliver slumped onto the couch beside her. Folding out the paper to look at the front page, she stared, open-mouthed.

'Oh, no,' she moaned, looking over at Oliver who had his head in his hands, then looking back at the article. Wood + Potter LOVE was blazoned in bold black letters above a picture of Oliver and Harry at a training session for the English Quidditch World Cup team, both looking at each other and laughing. The article talked about how Oliver and Harry were locked in a love battle of Romeo and Juliet proportions as opposing captains of prominent Quidditch teams. According to the Prophet, the two had become closer since reuniting at the Quidditch League Ball and Oliver had been seen visiting Harry's place on numerous occasions since.

'Numerous occasions?' Ginny spluttered. 'They could only have seen you come here two or three times. You've Apparated every other time.'

'I know,' Oliver groaned and Ginny couldn't help but think that he looked extremely cute when he was distressed. 'And where were the reporters when we came back here after the Ball? It would have been obvious I wasn't gay then.'

'They probably were, Ol. But you and Harry as a couple are much more interesting than you and I.' She rubbed his shoulder soothingly but couldn't fight the smile that was playing at her lips as she said these words.

'I know. I shouldn't let this get to me, but – are you laughing at me?' He eyed her resentfully.

'No.' But Ginny couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her.

'Ginny! This isn't funny!'

She looked at him, trying to stifle her amusement, but failing. 'Yeah, it kinda is.'

'I don't believe you. This is quite possibly the most humiliating day of my life and you're laughing at me.' Oliver was starting to look extremely agitated and Ginny stopped laughing.

'I'm sorry for laughing, Ol. I really am, but what else is there to do? It's not the end of the world. Besides, you know better than to take any notice of the press.'

'I know, I know. But that's easier said than done.' Oliver stared broodingly at the television for a while.

'Ginny, what in Merlin's name are you watching?' he asked after a few moments, the news article forgotten for the time being. Elmer Fudd was currently shooting at bugs Bunny.

'Oh.' Ginny leapt for the remote, slightly embarrassed. 'Nothing. I was just channel surfing when you Apparated,' she lied quickly, not wanting Oliver to know she'd been watching a show made for five-year-olds.

'Right.' He looked over at her with those blue blue eyes and Ginny could suddenly feel herself melting under his gaze. 'I'm sorry I snapped at you before, I didn't mean it.'

'It's okay. I understand, believe me,' Ginny said, then suddenly grinned devilishly. 'I wonder how your gay groupies are going to react to this news?'

'Ginny!'

'I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!' She giggled as Oliver bore down on her with mock rage, but she could see a faint glimmer of a smile playing on his lips.

'You're going to pay for that,' he growled, before leaning in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet and an utterly perfect way to wake up.

'Oh, God. Isn't it a little early for that?' Harry's voice broke the couple apart.

'Harry! I didn't hear you come out of your room.' Ginny looked sheepishly at him whilst subtly wiping the corner of her mouth. Oliver remained silent, clearly embarrassed.

'Well that's obvious,' Harry replied. His voice held a patronizing undertone and his expression was smug.

'The front page of the Prophet might interest you today,' Ginny said after a few moments of silence, changing the subject. She handed him the paper. That'll wipe that smug look off his face.

Harry quickly scanned the front page, his smug expression quickly being replaced by one of loathing. Cursing loudly he slouched down in the armchair adjacent to the couch Ginny and Oliver were seated.

'Just when I thought there was nothing more they could make up about me, they pull that out. You've got to give them kudos for that, at least,' Harry said finally. Smiling wryly, he turned to Oliver.

'So does this mean we're dating?'

'We have to talk.'

Ginny looked skeptically at Harry; quite sure that he had never uttered these words in his twenty-one years of existence. Oliver had left fifteen minutes earlier and Ginny and Harry had been sitting in silence in front of a Road Runner cartoon.

'Mmm?' she prompted him.

'Well, if you and Oliver are going to start getting serious, I would – er - like you to not get serious in communal areas of our apartment, if you know what I mean,' he said cautiously, not wanting Ginny to get offended.

'Right,' was all Ginny could think to say. Harry did have a point, and she had to admit to herself that whenever he had girls over, he was discreet about it.

'I have no problem with you and Ol, none at all. I just don't want to have be exposed to your … displays of affection all the time – it makes me uncomfortable.' Harry was being uncharacteristically serious and mature.

'Okay, that's fair enough,' Ginny said finally. 'I'll take all displays of affection to the bedroom next time – promise.'

'Thank you. It's not exactly the best thing to wake up to you know,' Harry told her, before standing and heading towards the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

Ginny smirked to herself as Harry left the room. I beg to disagree.