A/N: I know I said three chapters. But, I changed my mind. Mostly because of over the past couple of weeks I just can't write Harry's point of view. So here it is: the actual scenario. Enjoy. And please review.

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A cloudy day swept over the sky, one fall day at Hogwarts. The air was crisp, but not bitter. A soft breeze blew over the land, rustling fallen leaves and rummaged thoughts. The clouds were gray, with little white light peeking through the vast blanket that consumed the sky. It was not a bad day for those who wanted to sit and be alone. Most of the Hogwarts population had taken to sitting by the fires in their respective common rooms instead.

Ginny was taking a leisurely walk around the grounds, sorting out her thoughts. Her vivid red hair was behind her, blowing in the breeze. She walked slowly, with her head lazily tilted back as she contemplated her life. All of a sudden, she came across the man on her mind sitting in his favorite spot in all of Hogwarts.

"What are you doing here?"

"Thinking," Harry replied. He was leaning casually against the beech tree; one leg out in front of him and his hand was hugging the other to his chest.

When he said nothing further, she thought he wasn't in the mood to talk and began to walk away, as if she were going to the Quidditch pitch all along. Ginny was disappointed but she'd be damned if she was going to show it.

"But, you can join me." Harry looked up from under the beech tree and scooted over so Ginny could also lean against the sturdy trunk. Hope ignited.

She sat down, leaning against him in an equally casual manner. They were so comfortable. It felt like they had been doing this their whole lives. Their bodies were touching and it felt wonderful.

The two sat in silence for a while, thoughts entwining into one, even though they didn't know that. Ginny glanced over at him-his green eyes, his mussed hair, the way he grasped his hands were loosely hanging over his knees… For a moment, the object of her affections looked over-right into her eyes.

My God, she's so beautiful. He'd tried to fight his feelings for years-to no avail. Harry couldn't help it-she was so beautiful. Even now, just lying against the tree, she was perfect. There was just something about her- the way her flaming red hair fell in gentle waves around her face.

That's it. He couldn't stand it any longer.

"Ginny-"

"Harry-"

He hadn't even realized they had stood up until he looked down and his face was mere inches from hers. It would be so easy to put his arms around her waist, fitting her to his body. It would be so easy, but he couldn't. For years, he was like a child-looking but not touching. It took every ounce of control he had to stay where he was. "You first," he whispered.

Ginny opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. It was this that shattered him.

Her eyes fluttered as he rested his head on hers. She was practically shaking with the raw energy she was feeling. She muttered his name, once. 'Harry'. It was this that shattered him. His lips came crashing down. Passion, which had been kept hidden for all these years came forth, and they poured their souls into the kiss. It lasted a minute, an hour, an eternity. Ginny leaned into him as Harry pushed her back into the trees, pressing his body against her. Her nimble fingers wound their way into his hair. It was everything she'd ever wanted, and nothing like what would come.

When they finally came up for air, they gazed at each other with such obvious desire in their eyes. Their cheeks were flushed red and Ginny was panting slightly.

When she looked up into Harry's eyes, she was lost in a sea of green. They were alone in the world, each existing only to the other. They became unconscious of time, of nature, of everything around them.

They spoke volumes with their eyes, each relaying messages the other could understand. To anyone who happened to be watching, they must have looked quite ridiculous. To the unseen eye they would just be two teenagers grinning shyly and looking at each other with longing. Looking away every once and awhile, only to find that they can't.

Harry was the one to break the gaze. Ginny took her hand and lifted his chin, smiling, and kissed him again. This time the kiss was more intense, if that was possible. It was uncertain at first, neither one knowing how far the other would go. And all of a sudden, Harry was able to feel the pleasantness of Ginny Weasley's tongue exploring his mouth. It was starting to get wild and frenzied.

"Harry we have to stop," Ginny broke off, gasping for breath.

Harry's eyes were hurt, "Oh God, Gin, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it. It's just-"

"Harry, what I meant was stop doing this here. Anyone could see! Students-Professor-Gryffindors have a great view of this tree you know."

Harry murmured something that sounded a like 'Ron'.

"I'll take care of him, Harry don't worry. And, if I can't, we know Hermione has ways to persuade him."

He laughed with her. He loved it when she laughed. She threw her hair back and her mouth opened in a most enticing manner. Harry made to kiss her again, but Ginny dodged him. She laughed as he pouted and said, "I think it's time we paid a visit to the Room of Requirement."

Smirking like a Cheshire cat, Ginny took his hand and they practically sprinted up to the castle, where excursions of sheer bliss awaited them.

They deserved this happiness together. They deserved whatever they could get before the dark times of war took over.