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It was morning and already Ron had landed himself in Dumbledore's office, Pansy Parkinson in the infirmary. What had happened? No one knew. One minute Ron's disappearing down the next hall with Pansy's shrieking following him and the next minute she's running back up the corridor, her hair on fire. Luckily for her, the fire went out before it hit her skull. Pansy failed to tell anyone what had happened and Ron didn't seem to interested in speaking either, though he was quite quick to defend himself when Malfoy started yelling out that Ron was setting people on fire. Hermione, Ginny and Harry were told to stay in the Great Hall along with the rest of the students.

"I don't understand it Harry…" Harry looked up from his breakfast and smiled slightly.

"What?"

"Why Ron is always in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Dean looked up also.

"Oh come on Hermione. You have to admit. Seeing Pansy running down that hallway with her hair in flames was really funny." Ginny smiled.

"It was, wasn't it?" Hermione frowned.

"I'm serious. He's always around when someone…"

"Goes up in flames," Harry finished. She nodded. Seamus looked over to the door.

"There he is." Ron was standing there talking to his parents. After saying goodbye he was escorted in by Snape. As he walked down the isle, Gryffindors stood, clapping and cheering, causing him to smile.

"Don't know what I did…" Hermione wasn't smiling.

"Don't know what you did? You set Pansy's hair on fire." Ron frowned as he sat down across from her.

"I did not set her hair on fire," he hissed. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Then what happened?" Ron shrugged.

"I don't know and I don't care. Now. I have a Quidditch game to play."

"There still letting you play?" Neville asked. Ron grinned.

"Not enough evidence to ground me." Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up.

"It's not funny, Ron." Ron watched her leave.

"I didn't say it was."

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"Hermione calm down." She turned to him.

"Calm down. Harry. Ron's lucky to still be playing Quidditch. I'm sorry but I just can't help but think…" Harry regarded her carefully.

"What do you thinks going on?" Hermione shook her head.

"I don't know... I've thought about it. It all points to him, Harry."

"He wouldn't..."

"I know, it's just... What else could it be Harry? People just don't burst into flames. Ron's the one who's been around when all those people burst."

"So you think I'm trying to kill people." Hermione whirled around.

"Ron!" He was standing at the portrait entrance, arms crossed.

"Well," he said expectantly. Hermione steeled herself for a fight she knew would come.

"Look Ron…You've been around when all of this stuff has happened and all you keep telling us is that you don't know what's going on." Ron held out his hands.

"That's because I don't! What do you want me to do 'Mione? Sing it for you?"

"No. I just want you to tell me the truth!" Ron's eyes bulged.

"The truth! I've been telling you the truth!" Hermione frowned and crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one leg.

"I think you're hiding something." Ron placed his hands on his head, looking around for way to tell if this was a joke.

"You have got to be kidding me Hermione! I'm no hiding anything!"

"Oh really." Ron looked over to see that Hermione had taken up a defiant stance. Ok, he thought, Two can play that game. He walked up to her, towering over her easily.

"You think I'm lying don't you?" She glared.

"Of course I do." Ron matched her glare. Harry had stayed silent throughout the whole match but couldn't help but feel that if he didn't say something, Ron would.

"Um… guys." Hermione and Ron turned to their friend.

"What?" Ron asked rudely. Harry stood up.

"Look. I know you two don't like to hear me when you're fighting, but seeing as I'm talking, what the hell?" Hermione tapped her foot impatiently.

"Get on with it." Harry sighed.

"Seeing as your, if you don't tell me I'll kick your ass approach didn't work, Hermione, let's just try a different approach." He turned to Ron.

"What the hell is going on Ron?" Ron regarded them both carefully then deflated.

"Well… look," he rubbed the back of his neck and sat down. "Every time someone flames up, I feel something… like someone else is there." Hermione frowned.

"Like a presence?" Ron nodded.

"Yeah… like a presence."

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"Harry Potter." He turned and smiled.

"Ginny Weasley." She curtsied.

"A pleasure, I'm sure." He bowed mockingly and turned back to the moonlit lake. Ginny slid up beside him and watched as the giant squid glided silently across the still surface.

"It's beautiful," she murmured. He glanced over to her and then smiled.

"Yeah…" Ginny noticed him staring and smiled.

"What?" He shook his head.

"Nothing…" She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever… Harry."

"Hmm…" She smiled.

"Why do you come out here by yourself all the time?" Harry shrugged.

"I don't have anything else to do."

"You need to get yourself a girl." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm not the type of guy to keep a girl." Ginny frowned.

"You put such a mark on yourself…" He shrugged again.

"Yeah, well…" Ginny smiled and began to circle him.

"My, my, such a waste of a good man. What bad deed could this young knight have committed to earn such a black cloud?" Harry watched her circle him like a vulture.

"Well… let's see. I happen to be the one Voldemort's after." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Potter, just because the most vilest man in the world is after you doesn't mean you can't date."

"What do I have that a girl would be remotely interested in? Besides the fact that I destroyed Voldemort." Ginny began to slow down her stalking.

"Let's see… you're handsome… smart… talented… and…" She paused by his side, her eyes searching his face. "Mysterious." He smiled down at her.

"Mysterious?" She nodded slowly, mesmerized by his eyes. He observed her carefully before stepping closer, turning so that their bodies were now slightly touching. Ginny didn't know what to do. She watched as Harry leaned in. Their lips were barely touching when he hesitated. Ginny could see the uncertainty in his eyes, so she decided to make the choice. She pressed her lips firmly against his, holding it there for a while before breaking away. Harry gazed into her eyes, confusion evident. Then confusion turned to something Ginny couldn't identify and he kissed her again, surprising him as well as her and letting them both get used to the situation. Ginny was amazed at how soft his lips were as they moved gently against hers, searching for something they both wanted and most likely needed. She felt his hands encircle her, pulling up against him. She let her hands roam around his neck and fingers become entangled in his hair, pulling his head closer. Harry's hands began to travel up and down her back, causing her to let out a small moan.

Gradually the passion began to take over from the caution. He pulled her closer than seemed humanly possible, suffocating every ounce of air between them. His lips crushing hers, wanting to get every ounce of contact from her as possible. Ginny didn't hold back either. She forced his mouth open with her tongue, enjoying the shivers is sent up both their spines. His hands traveled with a mind of their own down from her hips lower down her thighs, his mouth simultaneously ducking beneath her chin to lavish her neck, gently at first, seeking her pulse point. The sensuality of the contact was too much for Ginny. She pulled away from him, but not to far, just enough to take in some much-needed air. She looked up at him, uncertain, but when he smiled down at her, she knew it wasn't a mistake. Harry kissed her gently on the forehead, wrapping his cloak around both of them. She rested her head on his chest, letting him place his chin on her head. No words needed to be spoken as he held her close, both waiting for the sun to rise.

When the sun finally began to peek out from behind the hills, Ginny raised her head from his chest and looked up to him.

"Harry." He gazed down at her.

"Yeah." She looked out onto the lake, her mind made up.

"We don't have to tell anyone… if you don't want to." Harry didn't say anything, forcing her to look back to gauge his expression. He wasn't looking at anything in particular and he didn't seem to want look at her. "Harry… say something…" He finally looked down at her.

"Ok…" She touched his face.

"We have to tell Ron and Hermione." He smiled and began to move off towards the castle.

"Yeah… we wouldn't want Ron screaming it out…" Ginny stopped, smiling. When Harry finally noticed she wasn't walking with him, he turned.

"What?" She looked at him.

"So this really wasn't a mistake…" He walked back over to her. Cupping her face with his hands, he brushed his lips against her cheek.

"Now… it wasn't," he whispered. Grinning she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. Harry buried his face in her hair. When he continued speaking his voice was barely audible. "Just promise me something." She pulled away so that their noses were touching.

"Anything."

"When the time comes… stay safe… please, stay safe."

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"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked, observing Harry carefully. Ron looked up from his breakfast. Ginny looked up also. Harry glanced over at her then shook his head.

"Nothing." Ginny smiled and turned back to her conversation with Pravati. Hermione looked between the two but let it slide. Ron glanced over to Hermione. He had been trying to talk to her since he saw her on the stairs. She, obviously, was avoiding him.

"Mione." She looked over to him.

"Yes Ron."

"Are you ok?" She frowned.

"Yes… why?" He hesitated.

"I… I need to talk to you." She gave him a curious look and nodded. Gathering up her things she followed him out the Hall. Harry watched them leave then turned to find Ginny grinning at him.

"What class do you have now?" she asked quietly.

"I don't have any classes right now." She smiled and got up.

"Great. Neither do I…" Raising her voice, she started to move away. "Harry… I need help with my Defense Against the Dark Arts. Could help me?" Harry smiled and stood, following her out the Great Hall, down the hall and into an empty classroom.

A/N: I decided to do a H/G thing! Hope you like.

x-Drama-Queen93-x-: I'll make something really interesting happen in the next chapter.

Kylie: You'll see what happens next!

Wesker888: Don't worry! I love to hear what the reviewers think! It makes my stories better.

Chapter Tease:

"Ron." He mumbled something inaudible. She pushed his head away and looked around. "RON! LOOK!" He whirled around and froze. He grabbed her hand and raced for the door.

WOOSH! They both fell back as the door flamed up. Ron pulled Hermione to the middle of the room.

"Ron, we have to get out of here." Ron's eyes scanned the room which was now turning into a fiery furnace before their very eyes.

"Stay away from the walls." Hermione glanced over to him and screamed...