Chapter 2
Hermione had convinced Ron that the new couple needed time alone together to, as she put it, "connect on a new level." Ron had kept saying that that was the same thing as saying that they needed time to snog, but he had shut up when Hermione had wacked him in the back of the head. They had left them alone in Harry's room.
Harry was nervous, no scratch that he was more then nervous he was petrified. Ginny was sitting at his desk writing a letter to Dean.
"I think you may have to say something to him," Ginny said softly. Harry sighed and walked over to where she was sitting. He read over it quickly and helped out until it looked a little something like this:
Dear Dean,
As I have told you already six times I AM NOT DATING YOU! For heaven's sake stop writing me love notes by owl! I don't want to know about it anymore. You are much too clingy and besides I have a boyfriend. Back off. I was just "dating" you to get him to realize that he likes me. It was a tactic. Yes, I used you. Nothing more.
Sincerely,
Ginerva Weasley
P.S. If you can't leave my girlfriend alone I may have be unpleasant towards you this next year.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
Ginny sighed and rolled it up and hooked it to Hedwig's leg.
"You're going to use my owl?"
"Well yeah. I thought that if it came by your owl it may cement the fact that we are dating in his head."
"But we aren't really dating, Ginny!"
"I know, but we have to make it believeable."
"How long do we have to pretend date?"
"Sick of your pretend girlfriend already?" Ginny asked, slightly pouting. He sighed and shook his head, walking away from her to sit on his bed.
"No it isn't that. It's just I'm going to be killed by your brothers!" Ginny walked over to and sat down next to him.
"They won't kill you. Rough you up a bit, sure, but never kill you!" She answered brightly.
"How long do we have to pretend date?" He asked again.
"Until Christmas?" Ginny suggested.
"What! That's seven months, Gin!"
"I know, but we could break up then and go back to normal!"
"If we have been dating for seven months and I 'break' your heart I will not be welcome in your house. I'll have to be at Hogwarts all by myself. They'll never want to see me again!"
"No it won't be a bad break up, but a mutual one! See it'll all be okay."
"You better be right, Ginny."
They sat in silence next to each other for several minutes before Ginny swung her legs up to cross his. Harry's heart jolted.
"What are you doing?" He asked her shakily.
"Girlfriend stuff," Ginny said calmly.
"Er..." Ginny giggled and placed her arms around his neck.
"What is your problem?" She asked him, still giggling wildly.
"Are we practicing for some sort of show?"
"Well, Hermione and Ron are going to ask if we snogged. We can't tell them that we just sat here talking. If we told them that we would have to lie on what we were talking about."
"Er... right."
"What? Haven't you snogged the brains out of Cho?"
"No. We just kissed. It was a mere peck really. You?"
"No, but then we could get experience and make it look like we're serious with one another."
"No matter what I say you're gonna snog me right now aren't you?"
"You're not telling me that you don't want to snog are you?" Ginny asked playfully. He smiled and shook his head, laughing softly.
"You're impossible, Gin."
"Yeah, well that's why you are dating me!"
They sat there that way, just looking at each other, studying each other's face and eyes. Harry leaned in to her, getting closer and closer until he closed his eyes and lowered his lips down upon her soft ones. Jolts of happiness rocketed through him unexpectantly as he held her to him. Her fingers twined into his hair. That's when reaction more than thought took over him. He slid his tongue out of his mouth gently, requesting entrance which she granted immediately.
They snogged for what seemed like only seconds to them, but was in actuality twenty minutes. When they finally pulled away, panting and unsure of what had happened, they looked at the clock. Harry cleared his throat.
"You're not bad," he mumbled, unsure of how to go about making any type of conversation. Ginny giggled and nestled herself into his arms.
"You're not so bad yourself, Harry." He took a deep breath of her hair, breathing in a soft lilac smell.
"Hmmm... I didn't take you as the lilac smelling kind," he said softly. Ginny looked up and laughed.
"What did you take me for? A Fire Whiskey smelling girl?" Harry rolled his eyes, his cheeks blushing.
"No. I just never figured you would care what you smelled like."
"Oh come now, Harry! I'm a girl after all!"
"True."
She playfully hit his shoulder before settling back into his arms. Harry sighed, hoping that she could not hear the racing of his heart. She giggled softly against his chest.
"You're heart is racing," she said softly.
"I'm scared your brothers are going to find us," Harry lied. He kicked himself mentally for saying that as when he did she got up off of him and moved a little ways away from him. The look in her eyes was one that he had not seen before this day. The only word that he could think that it looked like was disappointment. No she couldn't be disappointed that he had said that. She didn't fancy him. Yet there was something in that kiss, something that he had never before felt. He shook it all away.
"We better go and find Hermione and Ron or they'll think bad stuff is happening," Ginny said. Harry nodded and followed her out of the room, grasping her hand in his.
