Ginny entered the boys' bedroom quite brazenly. She walked quietly over to her brother's bed, and shook him.

"Ron!" She hissed. "Ron! Mum's got breakfast downstairs. Hurry, or it'll go cold."

Ron groaned and rolled over. Ginny poked him.

"Get up or she'll be angry!"

Ron opened his eyes and glared at his baby sister. If she weren't his sister…

She moved, and he flopped his long legs over the side of the bed. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes, and quickly became aware of the situation. His sister was in his room, waking him up.

Ginny saw Ron's panic, and almost laughed. Ron, thankfully became aware he had nothing to hide, and glared at his sister again. He got up, and stormed out.

Ginny flinched, wishing he'd be more quiet. She didn't want Harry to wake up. Not just yet.

She walked over, and kneeled next to Harry's bed. He was still asleep, a small miracle, and he had a small smile on his face. Ginny wondered why. Maybe he was dreaming about her, about them. She dismissed the thought quickly. He was probably dreaming about Quidditch.

He looked so peaceful though, she didn't really want to wake him. How much peach had he really had in his life? Not much. Harry moved slightly, and Ginny froze. Best to wake him now, before he awoke to find her staring at him.

"Harry…" She said softly, not wanting to drag him away from whatever if was that made him look so content.

Harry mumbled, and turned on his side, still asleep, so he was now facing Ginny.

"Harry…" She said again.

"Ginny…" He mumbled, still asleep. Her heart stopped. He had said her name in his sleep! Did that mean he dreamt about her?

She didn't want to wake him, and yet now she was curious. She had an idea, but almost instantly dismissed it.

Should she? What would he think?

He probably wouldn't even wake up.

She leant forward, and held her breath as she kissed, ever so softly, on his sleeping lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but when she started to pull away, Harry's hand reached out, and delved into her hair, holding her head, and therefore her lips, in place.

Ginny's heart started beating erratically. Did he know it was her? Was he aware he was kissing her, or was he still asleep?

As much as she was enjoying the soft, gentle kiss, she pulled back. Harry loosened his grip on her, and opened his eyes.

She expected to see shock, maybe even disgust, but all she saw was warmth, and maybe, she hoped, love.

"What a way to be woken up!" Harry chuckled.

Ginny sighed, relived.

"You're not angry?"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to get woken up like that every morning. Although, you did interrupt a fantastic dream."

Ginny frowned. So he wasn't dreaming about her.

"And bought it to life." He sat up, and pulled her onto the bed.

Ginny thought she had never felt happier. That was, until he reached forward, cupped her face in his hands, and bought his lips to hers.

The kiss became slowly more heated, as both Harry and Ginny revelled in something they hadn't had in such a long time.

Ginny couldn't believe she'd gone this long without kissing him. It felt like the kiss had never started, and would never end. They started to lean back together, until they were lying down, Ginny half on top of Harry, Harry's hand running through Ginny's hair. He tasted so good… She couldn't quite describe it. Ginny felt Harry's tongue unexpectedly met hers, and she felt him shake a little bit, beneath her. He started running his fingers gently over her arm, and her skin immediately reacted, making her moan slightly. Harry pulled back a little, enough to look at her, and stared into her eyes, so deeply, they were all she could see. He bit his lower lip, as if debating with himself.

"Ginny… I-"

She held her breath in anticipation, and groaned when he hesitated. She wanted to know what he would say.

"Hey gu-uys… Oh, just uh- checking your up."

Ginny and Harry both looked over at the door, where Hermione stood, clearly mortified at having walked into a scene so personal. She shot them an apologetic look, then took off.

Ginny rolled over and sighed. So much for the perfect morning she had began to thought might happen. She looked over at Harry, who was visibly embarrassed, and getting dressed. So much for another perfect moment lost.