SORRY forTHE LONG WAIT. Sorry for the short chapters. But thanks for the reviews! I'll try to update more, schools been crazy, ya no. But like yall care about this part.

Harry sat on his bed and rubbed his knuckles against his forehead. Something was definitely off.

Throughout a comparatively lonely dinner (Mr. Weasley was working late, Ron was sitting up with Hermoine, and the twins had gone back to their flat) Ginny had stared at him. She had slid her foot up and down his leg. She had let her hand linger on his for a time completely unnecessary to pass a salt shaker. Harry was thoroughly scared.

Ginny was gorgeous, funny, smart...but she was not a trashy flirt. And until that afternoon, she was not very happy with him. Whatever was happening, it was not natural. A light knock on the door interrupted his musing. Without waiting for a 'come in', Ginny slid into the room and shut the door.

"Harry-" She absently ran her fingers over his back. His spine stiffened abruptly. "Are you ok?"

"Fine." But his tone betrayed him. She sat beside him on the bed.

"You're worried about Hermoine, aren't you?"

No, no not exactly. Harry was more concerned with her attire- he was positively certain that Mrs. Weasley would die if she saw those shorts.

"Mum says she'll be fine." Ginny whispered in his ear. Her fingers toyed with Harry's messy hair. His blood raced. "Do I make you nervous? Come On, Harry, why are so tense?" She leaned in and kissed him.

"Harry?" Ron asked sleepily as he came into the room. Ginny was on the floor by Harry's bed, Harry was on Ginny. He stood up quickly.

"Oh, hey. Just dropped my wand." He waved it in the air as proof. Blue sparks emitted from the end.

"okay, mate. Man I'm bushed. But Hermione's doing well." Ron began to strip and climb into bed. Ginny giggled slightly and buttoned her shirt. Harry sent her a look. She giggled again and disapperated. Harry got into his own bed and closed his eyes.

…wait a minute, Ginny disapperated. Ginny wasn't even old enough to attend lessons.

His eyes popped open. He lay in his bed, listening to Ron breath. When he's inhale had slowed Harry sat up. He grabbed his invisibility cloak cast it over his pajamas. Silently he tiptoed

Into the hall and down into the room the girls' room. He slid the door open.

"Who's there?" Ginny's voice was unreasonably harsh. "Harry, is that you?"

"Shhh, yes." He through the cloak to the floor. "Ginny, how'd you disapperate?" She looked exasperated for a moment. "What are talking about?"

"You disapperated. From my room." Her face paled. For a moment she almost looked scared.

"Don't tell mum."
"How do you know how?"
"I…taught myself."

"Ginny that's impossible."

"No, no, I-" she was interrupted by her wrist watches alarm. Hastily she grabbed a vial from her bedside table. "My-er-medicine. Allergies, you know." She bolted it down. Suddenly, Harry felt strange- weak, a little light headed. Ginny looked positively gorgeous In the dark. He moved closer, and she grinned. There was a hard glint in her eye.