Silence echoed, broken only by the sound of the water lapping around Harry's legs as he stood in the creek, shivering. After the initial shock of a girl showing up and referring to Harry as 'her boyfriend', Piers Polkiss separated from his group of friends and approached the girl while everyone else remained silent and still; watching.

"Hey sweetie," he said to her, Ginny scowled at him, disgusted.

"Don't worry about the freak," he went on walking closer and closer to Ginny, "he's nobody. He deserves what he's getting."

Piers was now standing right up in Ginny's personal space, not a good place to be when she was angry as was proven a moment later when Piers yet out a howl of pain and fell to the ground; Ginny had kneed him in his tender zone. All the boys winced, even Harry.

Now Ginny drew her wand from her pocket.

"Now which one of you is Harry's cousin?" she asked. Dudley remained silent until one of his 'friends' pushed him forward. Ginny noticed him and said:

"Ah I see. Then I take it you know what this is," she indicated her wand, Dudley nodded and Ginny smiled at him maliciously.

"In that case," she went on, "You might want to leave and take you friends with you. Right now."

Dudley didn't need to be told twice, he staggered off as fast as he could and one by one his friends drifted after him. Ginny lowered her wand and looked over at Harry.

He was at last, painfully pulling himself out of the creek when he was knocked to the ground for the third time that day. It took him a moment to register that this time it was Ginny who had pounced on him and she was currently devouring his lips with her own. As pleasurable as he found it, she was laying on top of him where Dudley's gang had earlier been kicking him so he cursed himself when he let out of groan of pain that caused Ginny to stop kissing him. She rolled off him and stared at his bare chest. He was wet and dirty and through the dirt she could see several bruised forming, one of which looked like it might be over a broken rib or two. She raised her gaze to his face and saw his nose was bleeding and he had a few small gashes on his arms and legs.

"Oh my goodness! Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize!"

He groaned once again as he sat up.

"It's alright, Gin. I'd be worse than this if not for you." He said smiling at her. She helped him to his feet and let him put some of his weight on her to help him walk.

"Come on," he said, "we'll go to Mrs. Figg's and they can heal me there."

"Oh Harry," Ginny cried, "They've all already left! And Mrs. Figg can't do it herself!"

"Well, then you can do it," Harry stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"But Harry, I've only been taking the medical magic course for one year and, let's face it, I'm no Hermione and could end up de-boning you like Lockhart!"

"I trust you, Ginny," was all he said in return. It was enough for him, and was better than nothing, so he grabbed his wand off the ground and with Ginny's help he limped back to Mrs. Figg's house.

"Oh thank goodness you're all right! What in the world happened?" Mrs. Figg cried as they walked over the threshold. She hurried to get a towel and blanket for Harry who was still wet and shirtless. Ginny lied him down on the couch and propped his head up onto some pillows.

"Dudley's gang cornered me. I lost my wand." Mrs. Figg shook her head in disproval.

"I swear, I'm going to have a talk with your aunt and uncle about that boy. He's a danger to himself and those around him! He and that gang of his are responsible for more than half the petty crimes committed in this town!"

"Ginny how did you get here?" Harry asked her as Mrs. Figg huffed off to the kitchen to make tea. Ginny held his hand and looked into his eyes, God how she had missed him!

"I used floo powder to get here to visit just as everyone else was leaving. Then the cat came along and Mrs. Figg told me that you were in trouble because the cat shouldn't have left you until you got home and you hadn't had time to do so yet." Ginny shrugged and continued, "So I came looking for you."

"And saved my 'sorry ass'," Harry said, a mischievous smile dancing in his eyes. Ginny returned the smile savoring their inside joke until Harry tried to sit up to kiss her but winced with the effort.

"Harry, are you sure you want me to heal you? You don't want to wait an hour to send a letter to the Order?"

"I trust you," was all he said once again. Ginny mumbled that she didn't trust herself but Harry just leaned back with his eyes closed, waiting.

"Here goes," Ginny said to herself and prayed she did it right.

Several hours later, Harry lay in the guest bed in Mrs. Figg's house. Ginny had healed him up perfectly except that he had still felt very weak afterwards. Ginny said that if she had done it properly he'd be perfectly fine but to Harry, it was still better then having two broken ribs. He had been too tired to make it home, especially after Mrs. Figg had cooked a large, though slightly musty, tasting dinner and offered the place to stay for them both. Ginny had gone to sleep in Mrs. Figg's daughter's room and would return to the Burrow tomorrow morning.

Harry was just drifting off to sleep when he heard footsteps outside his door. Automatically his senses became alert and he reached for his wand.

His door opened and in stepped Ginny. He relaxed instantly. She came and crawled into the bed with him.

"Hi," she whispered looking up at him.

"Hi," he whispered back, kissing the top of her head.

"I feel I must congratulate you, Ginny. You stood up to 'Big D's gang' not many people can boast they've done that."

"Well, all men have the same weakness," she giggled.

"Yeah, about that, remind me never to piss you off, ok?"

"You're cute," Ginny commented. Kissing him gently on the lips.

"By the way Ginny, that nightgown is truly horrendous," he said. She was wearing one of Mrs. Figg's pastel green nighties. She snickered into the pillow and said, "Would you prefer me to take it off?"

"Oh, it goes without saying!" he replied back to her. She got up out of bed and lifted the offending garment off her body, her hair cascading onto her shoulders as she pulled it over her head.

Harry could not suppress a gasp as he saw how beautiful she looked with the moonlight illuminating her milky white skin. He had seen her naked on the last night they were together but not like this. Then it had been all about passion and lust. Now though, he had time to look at her and admire every inch of her, for every inch of her was perfect.

He sensed her blush under his gaze and patted the bed beside him invitingly.

"I don't think so Mr. Potter," she said playfully, " No I refuse to come any closer to those hideous boxers."

Harry grinned at her and pulled them off fast.

"Much better," she joked sliding back into bed with him.

And they made love for the second time that night allowing their passion for each other to consume them, if only till the sun rose.

AN: Hm… that chapter was a bit rushed wasn't it? Oh well, it's about 2:00 and I'm very tired so that's probably why. Once again I didn't plan this chapter through as well as the others. I need to learn to stop doing that, it's just that I'm enjoying writing this so much I want to keep going!