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A/N: Ok, so I gather from the reviews that everyone seems to like the kissing. That's good, because well…what would be the point of being the Queen of H/G without having them kiss a few times here and there? : ) So, here is some more kissing and I even managed to throw in a bit of a plot as well. I'm so glad everyone seems to be pleased with this.

Oh, and if you haven't read "The Chaser" yet then back out now and read that one first and the warnings that come with it. Then you'll understand why everyone is a bit OOC. These two stories aren't meant to be taken seriously, it would suck all the fun out of them if they were. : )

Thanks to Ondergirl Carrie for getting me through the sticky parts!

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Ginny's eyes fluttered as she felt something brush across her cheek. Blinking in the darkness, she could see the tiny glint of starlight reflected in Harry's glasses. Suppressing a yawn, Ginny stretched and looked around. They must have fallen asleep since the warmth of the sun had now been replaced by a gentle night breeze and a blanket of stars overhead. The chirping of crickets provided the background music. Her gaze went to Harry, who was yawning as well and trying to hide a grin.

"You were watching me sleep again," she said drowsily, smiling. God, she loved moments like this, when there were only the two of them and the rest of the world didn't exist. She loved how sleepy he looked, his green eyes nearly appearing black in the darkness, and how deep his voice was.

"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "You're so cute when you snore."

"I don't snore!" she protested, jabbing a finger at him.

"You do," he insisted, laughing softly as he took her finger and brought it to his lips. "It's not as loud as your brother's, but you do snore."

"Hmmmpft."

"But I still love you anyway," he chuckled pulling her close for a deep kiss. She giggled when she noticed that his glasses were once again fogged up. Kissing his nose, she gently pulled them off and cleaned them up on his robes. Settling back down again with her head on his chest, his heartbeat a steady thud in her ear, she sighed deeply. She didn't want the summer to end. Tomorrow they would be leaving for Diagon Alley to get their supplies and the next day they would be leaving for Hogwarts.

She felt Harry's long fingers tangle in her hair, gently massaging her scalp. Blissfully closing her eyes, she was almost drifting off when Harry's voice broke the silence.

"Ginny, do you ever think about our future? Like what happens to us next year?"

"What about it?"

"Well, you'll still be in school, and I….well hell, I don't know what I'll be doing. That's the problem. We won't be seeing much of each other…." his voice trailed off.

Ginny knew what he was trying to say, she had thought about it herself. How was she to manage surviving one year without seeing him on a daily basis? Her heart lurched at the very idea.

She smiled wanly at him, "We'll think of something. If nothing else, we'll wear out Hedwig and Pig with letters," she giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

"I guess so," Harry said. "But what are we going to do after we graduate?"

Ginny sighed again thinking. "I don't really know, Harry. I guess I…I guess I just thought that you'd end up becoming some world famous Quidditch star or something like that. As for me, well…I'm not sure what I want to do besides some traveling." She smiled teasingly, "I guess I could always restart the Harry Potter Fan Club."

Harry tweaked a lock of her hair and growled, "Don't you even think about it."

"So, what do you want to do, Harry?"

"I don't even know, Gin," Harry told her honestly. "Your dad wants me to try out the Ministry, Dumbledore and Sirius think I'd make a good Auror, and you know Oliver Wood keeps on badgering me to get into the game for real." Oliver Wood was constantly owling Harry about trying out for one of the pro-teams, giving him inside information on the teams needing a reserve Seeker. Oliver had even started in on Ginny when he'd heard of her success as a Chaser.

"And none of those possibilities appeal to you?" Ginny asked.

Harry rose up on his elbow to meet her gaze. "Not really," he said. "The Ministry is so boring, and I think I've had enough with the Dark Arts for a while," he snorted. "And even though I love Quidditch, I don't think I want to go pro. I'd hate to end up like Ludo Bagman," he smiled wryly.

Ginny giggled at the thought of Harry acting like Bagman. Ludo Bagman could barely string a sentence together these days after all those years of being hit by Bludgers.

"Then," Harry continued, his eyes getting a far away look in them, "There's the fact that I don't really need to do anything. I mean, I have enough money to not have to work if I wanted to." He sighed, shaking his head, "I'm just not too sure what I want to do."

Ginny gently caressed his cheek, bringing his gaze back to her. "You'll figure it out."

"I'm not really good at anything besides Quidditch," Harry sighed.

"Oh, I think I can think of one or two other things you're pretty good at," Ginny replied, giving him a wink and laughing softly at his blush.

A teasing light appeared in the green depths of his eyes. "I guess Hagrid would always be happy to have me as groundskeeper or something. That way I could stay on next year."

Ginny chuckled, "You'd never survive another Skrewt hatching."

Harry grinned, then turned the subject back to what had been bothering him, "But what about us? What do you want for us?"

Ginny sat up, staring up at the stars as if they could provide some answer to the question. "I want us to be together, of course. I just don't know beyond that."

"Don't you want to get married?"

"Yes, of course, I do. I'm just going to wait for the right guy to ask me."

"What?!?"

"Just kidding! I was kidding!" Ginny squealed as Harry began tickling her.

"Be serious!"

"Ok, ok. Yes, I do want to marry." At Harry's narrowed look, Ginny quickly added, "You. I want to marry you. But when I get out, I'll be 18, you'll have just turned 19. Isn't that a bit young?"

"I suppose so," Harry said, not really meeting her gaze.

Ginny sighed, not really wanting to spend the last few days of the summer thinking about what they were going to do two years from now. "Hey, why don't we just make it through this year and the next and cross that bridge when we get to it, ok?"

Harry leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you tell me about those other things you said I was good at?"

"It would be my pleasure."

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"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Ginny murmured, her eyes wide in complete amazement.

"Yeah," Harry agreed with the same expression of wonder on his face. The object of their fascination was sitting inside the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, its polished mahogany handle gleaming in the sunlight. The Firebolt Broom Company Ltd. had just announced its new line of racing brooms made specifically for each Quidditch position. The first model, the Firebolt Chaser was completely designed for Chasers, with an extra speed boost and a unbreakable charm that allows one to fly upside-down without having to hold on to the handle.

"Price on request," Ginny read from the display sign. "That means 'don't even think about owning this broom in the next decade Ginny Weasley'," she said smiling sardonically. "Come on Harry," she tugged on his sleeve. "We've gotta go find Ron and Hermione. We've got to get to Flourish and Blotts and get our stuff."

"I'll catch up in a minute, ok?" Harry said, never taking his eyes off the broom. "I want to ask when the Seeker model is going to come out."

Ginny just grinned and gave up, knowing that she could pretty much dance naked in the middle of Diagon Alley right now and Harry wouldn't so much as blink in her direction. Playfully wondering if she should one day put that theory to the test, Ginny opened the door to Flourish and Blotts to look for Ron and Hermione.

"Ron, it's the perfect book for you," Ginny heard Hermione say. Both of them were standing in the N.E.W.Ts section, obviously picking out books to help them with the tests. Notes for the N.E.W.Ts and The N.E.W.Ts: A History were already stacked in Hermione's arms.

"Nope. No way Hermione," Ron replied firmly. Hermione sighed and put back the copy of N.E.W.Ts for Those Who'd Rather Not Study for Them.

"I am so glad I don't have to take those yet," Ginny said as she came up beside them. "I'm still recovering from the O.W.L's."

Hermione looked over at her and said, "You should be, especially after getting all twelve of them." Ginny grinned. "But," Hermione continued, "It's never to early to start preparing for the N.E.W.Ts."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Where's Harry at?" he asked, obviously trying to get the subject off studying.

"He's at Quality Quidditch Supplies. The new Firebolt Chaser is in."

Ron's eyes lit up with a dreamy expression. "Great! What does it look like? Did you see it?"

"Yes, I saw it and it's really spectacular," Ginny said, smiling at Ron's enthusiasm. "Harry was practically drooling over it."

"I'm going to go over there. We'll meet up in about thirty minutes at Florean Fortescue's, ok?" And before Hermione or Ginny could even reply, Ron was gone.

"Men!" Hermione said disgustedly. "Wave a broomstick in front of them and that's all they ever think about!" The two girls burst out laughing.

"Ginny?"

Ginny twirled around at the voice. She looked up into a pair of ice-blue eyes set into a deeply tanned complexion.

"Peter! How are you?" Ginny asked. Peter Byrne was Captain and Beater of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Ginny had known him ever since they had to share a workstation in Potions together. He was a really nice guy and very handsome if one favored the strong, silent, hero-type.

"Hermione, you know Peter Byrne don't you?" Ginny asked.

"Of course! Hi, Peter."

"Nice to see you, Hermione. Congratulations on getting Head Girl," Peter said smiling down at her. Peter was almost as tall as Ron, who was nearly six foot five.

Hermione blushed, "Thanks."

Peter turned back to Ginny, "Did you hear the news? Draco Malfoy got Captain."

Ginny snickered, "Big surprise there. It's simply amazing what daddy's money can buy these days."

"That's what I thought too," Peter smiled. "So, have you guys decided who the next Captain for Gryffindor will be yet? I know there's only three of you left, isn't there?"

Ginny tried to fight the heat that rushed to her cheeks. This was the first time she was actually going to have to face the truth: she was a team Captain now. Once the words escaped her lips, there would be no turning back. "Yes, actually Harry and Ron decided it should be….me." Ginny mentally sighed, thinking how hard it was to say that one simple word and glad that it was over with.

"Really? That's great! Congratulations! Wow, I don't think I've ever looked so forward to playing Gryffindor before," Peter winked at her.

Whoa! Is this guy flirting with us? I think he is. Too bad I'm already taken, although he really isn't my type. Definitely not our type; I've never cared for men with blue eyes. Or brown hair. And he's too tall, I've got a crick in my neck after just a few minutes of talking to him. Oh, just go ahead and say it: He's not Harry, that's what's wrong with him. I was just pointing out a few features, that's all. Just for the record. Whatever.

"Thanks, Peter," Ginny replied. Peter gave her an incredible smile in return.

"Well, well, well," came a new voice. "If it isn't the Weasel girly and the Mudblood." Draco Malfoy strode up to the them with his usual smug scowl in place.

"Hello, Draco!" Ginny said, knowing that he absolutely hated the way she said his name, which was why she said it as often as she could in a very nasty-sweet tone.

"Malfoy," said Peter coolly.

"Byrne," Draco returned just as cool.

"Well, this is a happy party indeed," Ginny said at last. "Much more pleasant than meeting on the Quidditch Pitch."

"Yes, that reminds me, Weasley," Draco said. "Who's going to be captain of your pitiful team?"

"That 'pitiful' team as you so aptly put it, wiped the floor with yours…let's see…now that would be three times straight, did it not?" Ginny said very sweetly as if she were talking to a child.

Draco lost his smug look for a moment.

Peter smiled. "Draco, may I introduce you to the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team?" Draco's eyes widened then narrowed.

"I might have known," he said, eyes running up and down Ginny. "I bet I can guess how that came about with you related to one half of the team and sleep—"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence!" growled Peter, shocking both Draco, who was now struggling to breathe as Peter's hand was clenched around his throat, and Ginny who'd just simply never seen anyone react that fast to one of Draco's insults.

"Peter," Ginny said very hesitantly, aware of the attention they were receiving, "It's ok, you can let him go."

Peter released Draco, who simply gasped and without missing a beat said, "I should've known Potter and Weasley would have hired a bodyguard to watch over you and the Mudblood—"

Peter didn't let him finish that sentence either. Ginny winced as Peter's fist made contact with Draco's face, knocking him to the floor.

Why are we always somehow involved in fights at Flourish and Blotts? Just our bad luck.

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A/N: Sorry for ending it right there, but I'll have the next part out soon (I hope).

I've noticed where people have been including soundtracks to their stories, and thought what the hell? These are the songs that I listened to while writing this and "The Chaser." But pretty much any pop music will work.

Dream—"He loves you not."

Backstreet Boys- "It's gotta be you," "Shape of my Heart," "Not for Me," and "How did I fall in love with you?"

Britney Spears- "Oops, I did it again!"

BBMak- "Still on your side"

SoulDecision-"Faded"

Spice Girls-"Holler"

Paul McCartney and Wings- "Maybe I'm Amazed" (LOL, you just knew I was going to stick this in here!)