Chapter Six

If looks could kill Ron would be six feet under and then some. Ginny's glare was that potent. And though she had accepted the situation at hand she wanted in someway for karma to step in and teach her genius of a brother that certain things are not made for entertainment.

Harry, on the other hand, did look delicious as a female. Especially now that most of their friends knew that Harry had become a walking ovary.

It was enough to make her laugh. Laugh at the irony. Fate did not want them to be together...

And yet, her brother, was the one to cause her this pain.

"Are you still into me?" Harry asked. Her small body curling inwards.

"As in girl on girl?" Ginny asked. "Never really thought about it."

"But you seem..."

"Harry," Ginny said, "I've been a girl all my life. There is nothing I am not willing to teach you. Let's just hope for right now that this -whatever this is- can be fixed."

"And maybe until then we could have that date, yeah."

Ginny's eyes sparkled. "Yeah."

She kissed Harry's cheek.

She could do this.