Ginny Weasley had always had a thing for Harry Potter. She had hero-worshipped him since around the age of ten, her ardor for him only amplified when he had saved her life when she was eleven. But he hadn't shown any interest, and she had slowly moved on. as she grew older, had found that boys thought her to be pretty, and she had used this to her advantage. Now in her fifth year, she had dated boys from all houses… even Slytherin, though she knew better than to let her brothers find out about that. But since the end of fifth year, she and Harry had been flirting, and exchanging glances. She had come a long way since she had been tongue tied in his presence. And yesterday? She had kissed him. Ginny replayed the scene in her mind.

After an exhilarating Quidditch practice, he had picked her up and spun her around. She had then leaned up and kissed him. She'd felt him grin under her lips as they met his own, and he'd pulled away, and grabbed her hand.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private." He'd said.

Giggling, they had gone to the Quidditch equipment shed, and she'd locked the door with a wave of her wand. Harry had pushed her (though not too hard) up against the wall, and covered her mouth with his own. Ginny had had lots of boyfriends, and she had know some pretty good kissers in her time. But at that moment, she had felt like she was going to melt with pleasure. Harry's tongue explored her mouth, and he gently bit her lip a little, before pulling back.

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time." He had said, a little breathlessly, before bending and starting to kiss her neck, by which he had been rewarded a small moan from Ginny.

Outside the shed, voices had started to become clearer, and the pair pulled away from each other as they heard the distinctive voice of Draco Malfoy becoming clearer.

"I'll get the balls. I want everyone to do four laps around the pitch, and be done by the time I'm back!"

Harry and Ginny had exchanged a quick glance, before she took his hand, and they made their way around old broomsticks and broken bludger bats to the back entrance of the shack. She had straightened her hair, brushed off her mussed clothing, which was dusty from the wall of the shed and walked towards the girls locker room, only pausing to shoot a grin back at Harry, which he had returned.

That had been yesterday afternoon, and Ginny hadn't seen him since. She hadn't told any of her friends- Ginny knew better. She didn't really feel like having to deal with the infamous Hogwarts gossip mill, and she didn't really think that Harry did either. Her friends had been wondering, however, what had put her in such a wonderful mood. She had merely smiled secretively and excused herself.

After trying distractedly to do a bit of Transfiguration homework, Ginny headed to the Great hall for dinner. She felt a tiny bit apprehensive, and not altogether very hungry, but anxious to see Harry. There had been such tension, so to speak, between them for so long… the dynamic between them would surely have changed.

She spotted him at the far end of the Gryffindor table, and squeezed onto the end of the table next to him. Ron, with his mouth full, greeted her from Harry's other side. Harry said nothing to her, but shot her a devious smile. As Ginny was helping herself to some food, Hermione sat down across from them, and started to discuss the new subject that they were studying in Charms.

"Flitwick says that to successfully perform the charm, you need a mental image of the area that you're trying to recreate. I've never been a visual learner… I wonder if I'll be able to do it properly," She pondered.

"Oh, shove it, Hermione." Ron said contemptuously. "Since when do you get things wrong in that class? It's always, 'Ooh, I know!' or 'Professor Flitwick, call on me'" He imitated in a squeaky voice.

Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously as she responded, "You're just sore because I told you that your essay was rubbish! Well, it was!"

Ginny, used to the bickering of her friend and her brother, covertly moved her hand under the table onto Harry's thigh. He jumped a little at her touch, and glanced at her. Seeing the mischief in her eyes, and the little game she was playing, he smiled a little, and pretended to ignore her for what Ron and Hermione were saying.

"…you know that's my favorite sweater, and I found Crookshanks hair all over it!" Ron continued angrily.

"You've never worn that sweater, you're being petty!" Hermione retorted.

Harry found it increasingly hard to try to ignore Ginny, though he did his best, to look engaged in Ron and Hermione's conversation.

Ginny traced patterns on Harry's thigh with her fingers under the table, while looking innocently away, and drinking her pumpkin juice with her other hand. She moved her hand more towards the inside of his thigh, and up, little by little, as he continued to look away. After finally tracing a few little swirls in somewhat dangerous territory, Ginny was satisfied to note the effect of her actions on Harry. She pulled her hand away, and excused herself, giving Harry a meaningful look.

"I'll, uh, catch up with you guys, er, later." Harry stammered to Ron and Hermione before getting up and quickly following Ginny. They left the Great Hall, and he jogged to catch up with her.

"I missed you" She said silkily, pulling Harry into a nearby classroom.

Harry said nothing, just pulled her into a long kiss. It was less tender than before, and more passionate. Ginny intertwined her hands in his hair, and he moved his hands down her sides. Ginny groaned a little as he moved to her neck, and groaned slightly when he nipped it with his teeth before kissing down her neck to her collarbone. She moved to undo her blouse, but Harry stopped her.

"Not yet." He said.

Ginny nodded, and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"We should clean up" She murmured.

Harry assented, and they smoothed each other's shirts. Ginny giggled as Harry ran his hand over the little red mark where he had bitten her.

"We should have that talk" She said. "You know. What are we? Where're we going…"

"Mm." Harry said uncomfortably "I know."

"We can put it off of course…" Ginny said, noting his discomfort with the topic.

"I have Potions study group now." She continued cheerily, though inside she felt a little hurt. Did Harry not like her? Did he just want to make out?

"Catch you later." She said, hurrying out of the classroom.

Harry sank down onto a desk and watched her go, before checking his watch. It was time for his Herbology tutoring session. He got up and headed down the hall, and outside towards the Greenhouses.

A/N: Well, that was it! I'm sorry it was so short- I'll work on making them longer. It was mostly Ginny perspective. Next chapter will be more Harry/Marie interaction, and more Harry/Ginny interaction.

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