Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter. But hey, you'd have to be pretty retarded to think otherwise, right? Talk to J.K. Rowling.

Notes: Thanks a big heaps to my good friend, Becca (Lady-Treason). She's the Queen of slash and hates anything heterosexual, and she read this over for me, despite her disgust. I promised her loads of credit for this, so please read her fic, called Shattered Reflections, a Harry/Severus that I adore. It has an amazing plot and I highly recommend it. Also, her Heir of Corvus series is great – in fact, what the hell, everything of hers is great!

From Wrong To Right – Chapter Two

By oneshotwonder

Ginny stopped outside the door of the dining room, wondering whether or not it would be wise to enter. It was roughly nine in the morning, so she doubted any of the Order members would be around, so she was still clad in her pyjamas. The only preparation she had made for re-entering the outside world was brushing her hair. After the night she'd had …

Damn, I wish I had a hang-over potion! she thought.

Ginny was suddenly forced from her thoughts by an out-burst of laughter from within the dining room. She put her ear to the door, hoping to suss out who was inside.

"I wonder where Ginny is?" said a voice. Hermione's, Ginny thought.

"Oh … er, I don't know. Maybe … she slept in?" Harry said worriedly.

"I'll go see if I –"

"NO!" Harry said, a little too loudly. "I-I mean, no. No, I'll go. You take over this game for me – tell me if Ron cheats!"

Ginny panicked. Harry was coming to find her. Shit … shit … shit… RUN!

Suddenly, Ginny burst into a sprint. She ran up the stairs to her floor, then slammed her bedroom door shut. Leaning against the wall, trying to regain her breath, Ginny thought. Why is he covering for me? Why is he so gorgeous? WHY DO I HAVE THIS HEADACHE!

She tried to ignore the voice of reason in her mind that said it was because of the alcohol she had consumed the night before. Stressed, Ginny resorted to the same thing every girl at her time of month resorts to – chocolate. She opened the bottom draw of her bedside table and rummaged through the empty wrappers to find a full three blocks of chocolate: caramel, regular and milk-n-cookies. She opened the latter, laying on her bed and awaiting the inevitable. The wait was short.

Knock, knock, knock!

Ginny groaned. Sighing, she replied, "Come in!"

The door opened slowly as Harry timidly stepped in the room. He wore a simple green t-shirt and black jeans, from which his white sneakers pocked out the bottom. He wore a thin silver chain around his neck.

Ginny rolled her eyes as he grinned sheepishly and resumed her attack upon the chocolate block.

"How do you feel, Gin?" Harry asked.

"Why did you cover for me?" she demanded.

Harry's eyes opened wide. "Well, would you rather I told everyone?"

Ginny scowled. "No. And don't you dare! I just figured you would."

Harry moved forwards and sat on the end of her bed as she offered him some chocolate. He shook his head and she snorted.

"You should know better, Gin. Why would I?"

Ginny pre-occupied herself with her chocolate, not wanting to answer that – mainly because she didn't know the answer.

"Talk to me, Ginny." Harry said. Ginny looked up at him with a furious look on her face, which seemed to puzzle Harry – which only angered Ginny more.

"Stop pretending! Stop, ok! I know what I said, I remember it all. And if I remember, you certainly should! Stop trying to be nice and just leave, Harry." Ginny concluded, turning once again to her chocolate, waiting for him to go.

"I changed my mind." Harry said simply.

Ginny looked up, shaking her head in puzzlement. "What?"

"I changed my mind. I will have some of that chocolate." He said, grinning.

Ginny looked at him in amazement. This guy's lost it – completely.

"Whatever." She muttered, pushing the block towards him. He got up on the bed properly, getting himself comfortable. He ended up lying beside Ginny, digging into the chocolate as Ginny started on a new bar.

"So are you going to mention it at all?" Ginny asked lightly, dreading what was about to come form his mouth, dreading his denial.

"Oh, I guess so …" Harry said, popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth. "Well, as an older – and thus much more mature – person, I must say this –" Ginny's heart almost stopped. He was going to belittle her now? Hadn't she suffered enough?

"- you shouldn't be drinking that much alcohol. You of all people should know that." He said, giving her a mock-patronising look.

And she couldn't help it. She laughed. Harry smiled.

"Hey – there's life in this old girl yet!" he said happily.

"Oi! Watch who you're calling old, mister! If I'm old, you must me older!"

Harry paused. "Well … walked right into that one, didn't I?" he said.

Ginny gave another light chuckle. Harry's smile widened.

"You know, I love your laugh." He said, shocking Ginny out of her amusement. "It's not like other girls laughs – those annoying giggles. It's sort of – tinkering." He continued, beginning to blush.

"I – I …" she stammered.

Harry sighed, placing down his chocolate. "Yes, I remember what you said. The problem is, you don't remember what I said."

Ginny gulped. "What did you say?"

Harry smiled and looked down at Ginny's pink quilt, which he was playing with.

"I said I love you, too."

Ginny watched him, too stunned to move. Harry began to fidget even more under her gaze.

"A-are you gonna say something?" he said nervously.

"You're an idiot, you know?" Ginny said, her temper rising again. Now he was making fun of her? But when she saw the look on Harry's face was serious, she stopped. She squinted her eyes at him, then sat up – motioning for Harry to do the same – as she came to her decision.

"Prove it." She said challengingly.

Sitting, Harry stared. "How?"

Ginny raised her eyebrow. Harry gasped, then sighed.

Slowly, so slowly, he lent forwards, until his face was almost touching Ginny's. His eyes burned into hers and her breath almost stopped. Then, when she couldn't take it any more, Ginny closed the gap between them, her lips crashing onto his. As they fell backwards onto the bed, Ginny on top, Harry opened his mouth and forced his tongue past Ginny's lips. Her eyes closed, Ginny deepened the kiss, wrapping her tongue around his as he lightly stocked the roof of her mouth. Suddenly, as Harry let out a soft moan, Ginny became aware of something hard pressing into her leg. She gasped into his mouth and opened her eyes. Harry's eyes were already on hers – they seemed apologetic. He softly ended the kiss and watched Ginny's face was he tried to think of something to say.

"I do that much for you?" Ginny said, putting the poor guy out of his misery. He nodded, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I – sorry –"

Giggling now, Ginny rubbed her leg up and down slowly. Harry gasped and let a look of pleasure overtake his features. Quickly, he came back to his senses and tried to get Ginny to move. She sat up and watched as Harry did the same, albeit a little more carefully. He looked at her uncertainly and shuddered, causing Ginny to explode in fits of giggles. Harry looked disgruntled, to say the least, so Ginny took pity on him again.

"I'm sorry, Harry." She said sincerely. "Er ... well … how bout some more chocolate?" she offered, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants.

"Sure," Harry said, eager for a distraction.

As they broke some more chocolate, Harry spoke.

"So. Er … I've been thinking about your plan for ridding the world of Voldemort." Harry said. Ginny looked up. "Yeah … It might work, you know. I'm sure no one has ever tried 'bopping him in the nose'. Maybe he'd die of shock that someone would be so bold."

Ginny looked down and smiled. "I was drunk, gimme a break …" she said.

Harry laughed loudly, obviously finding amusement in Ginny's discomfort.

"Shut up. I can play dirty too, you know. Stiffy."

Well. That shut him up.