Professor Ginevra Weasley

Disclaimer: Get this pesky thing out of the way. I am in no way related nor do I own Harry Potter characters. All recognisable characters belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros. etc. I am however the proud owner of the plot :)

Things you should know:

This takes place 11 years after the end of the Second Wizarding War

Harry and Ginny did not date in sixth year or after the war but the "crush" days of course still exist :P

A/N:I'm SOOOOOOO pleased with the response this is getting. I know I may be thinking but it might actually be possible to reach the 100 review mark if I do five more chapters... which I'll probably end up doing.

THANYOU SOOOOOOOO much to those that have been reading, reviewing, adding on story alert and even suggesting ideas :D I will try to take note of everything but bear with me.

Anywho enjoy :)

To Héla: Who's always there to listen to my whining!

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Ginny walked up the stairs that led to her office, sifting through the letters she had received in the owl post today. As she was starting to make a mental schedule for herself, she opened the door, and closed it with a firm thud.

"Morning everyone," she addressed the portraits like she did very morning. Hundreds of small voices replied, but as she made her way over to her desk, she glimpsed a shadow under her letters and looked up.

Harry stood there smiling at her, leaning his back on the visitor's chair, arms folded casually.

Ginny didn't know what to make of the fact that she felt the need to gulp nervously.

"Morning Ginny."

"Good morning Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure of this early meeting."

"Nothing. Just came by to chat." He paused. "You don't mind do you?"

"Hmm let me think about that. Wizengamot papers or Saviour of the Wizarding World?" She placed her finger delicately on her chin, apparently thinking. "Oh well I guess I could squeeze you in for a couple of minutes."

Harry laughed. "Well nice to see all that hard work finally paid off."

"Yes it'd be a pity if you did all that work and couldn't talk to me." Ginny gave a small scoff, indicating how ridiculous she thought it would be to measure the success of the war by that criteria.

Harry stared at her, witnessing and cataloguing her very movement. A few years back, the night before Ron and Hermione had gotten married, Ron had explained to his best man why if he were given the chance to fight the war all over again, he'd do it exactly the same way... if it meant getting married to Hermione. Back then, Harry, who still had inklings of guilt over the people who had died, didn't think he would do things exactly the same. But now, hearing Ginny belittle herself in that humble way of hers made Harry realise what Ron meant, and made Harry convinced he'd go through the war again if it meant Ginny could be as safe and as happy at Hogwarts as she is now.

"Harry?"

Harry shook his head abruptly and looked at Ginny. "Yes?"

"You alright? You sort of zoned out on me for a while," Ginny explained with a hint of worry.

Harry waved it off. "I was just thinking about this legendary Patronus I keep hearing about from the students."

"Oh? Whose?" Ginny asked distracted.

"Yours."

Ginny stopped her movements, eyes still cast down. "Mine?" She asked as she looked up.

"My Patronus is hardly legendary Harry. Yours probably. Heck even Snape's. But definitely not mine."

"Well with the way the students keep going on about it, I'm curious. Even the Slytherins mentioned it when I decided to revise Patronuses."

Ginny continued to look at Harry, not knowing what to say.

"Well..." Harry beckoned.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to show it to me?"

"Maybe some other time Harry."

"Oh I see." Ginny noticed that there was no trace of Harry's previous smile left. "Ginny is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Because you've... well you've sort of been acting a bit distant lately."

"I haven't been acting distant," Ginny argued.

"Yes you have. Ever since that night with the Unicorns."

"Harry, you're making a big deal out of this. I just don't feel up to producing a full-blown Patronus right now. I haven't even been awake for that long."

"You know as well as I do that has nothing to do with it. And don't change the subject. What happened that night?" Harry tried to remain as calm as possible. He knew Ginny wouldn't answer if she saw him getting riled up.

"You were there Harry. We fended off a few werewolves and made it back nice and safe. Just like I promised you we would."

"Then why did Igor come back alone and first?"

"Because he decided to take a separate route and Hagrid didn't want to leave me alone. No doubt to appease you and your fears."

"My fears were justified."

Ginny heaved a sigh. "I know that Harry. But I am telling you what really happened. Igor went off to check a few paths and somewhere along the way we got separated. He came back to the meeting spot. Hagrid and I ran into a few werewolves but we quickly stunned them. There were only about three of them and we had unicorns nearby. Like Firenze had said, werewolves are not stupid enough to risk having a unicorn injured."

Harry turned his head in thought, leaning his arms against the back of the chair. "Why do I still think there's something you're not telling me?"

"Because you wouldn't be Harry if you didn't think of all the possibilities."

Harry looked up at her and smiled a sad smile.

"Ginny, I..."

Ginny looked at him inquisitively.

"Never mind. I'll be in my office if you need me."

And with that Harry turned and left, leaving a very guilty Ginny behind.

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A few days later, two days before the Staff Christmas party, to be exact, everything was going as usual at breakfast. Ginny was excited about talking to Hermione later that morning. She was quietly sipping her coffee and reading the Daily Prophet, while mentally making a list of all the things she wanted to tell her favourite sister-in-law.

Suddenly, she heard a loud, semi-obnoxious laugh coming from one end of the table. Ginny looked over and saw Lavender tilting her head back in laughter and playfully slapping Harry. Harry had a small smirk on his face, holding back a chuckle. He looked up and briefly caught Ginny's eye before she quickly averted her eyes back to the Prophet.

All throughout breakfast, Ginny kept hearing that banshee-like laugh coming from one end of the table. She grinded her teeth to stop herself from commenting. Once she even considered throwing a Bat Bogey hex but she decided she wouldn't give Harry the satisfaction. No, she decided, if he wanted to throw himself at the Blonde Wonder, then by all means. She just hoped one of the students would accidentally set his pants on fire later.

As she got up and wiped her mouth stiffly, Reggie caught her eye. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she thought Reggie's thoughts mirrored her own. And with that, she made her way back to the office, thinking that maybe she had found a new comrade in Reggie.

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"Where the hell does he think he gets off acting like that?" Ginny yelled. "First he flirts with me and helps me and tries to act like a perfect gentleman! But he's really just as rotten as the rest of them. Encouraging that sort of behaviour. She couldn't keep his hands off him all throughout breakfast... I mean I don't care what he does in his personal life, I really don't, but in front of the students! That is just unprofessional."

Ginny paced back and forth frantically in front of her fireplace where Hermione's face could be seen wearing that patented look – the one where she was deeply analysing a situation, even if it was her best friends' love lives.

"Ginny, are you absolutely sure Harry was encouraging her? We all know how persuasive 'Lav-lav' can be," Hermione asked with a tone of mockery.

"Oh you weren't there Hermione. Let me tell you something, Harry is nothing like the best friend you had at Hogwarts. He is a pig-headed FLIRT! One minute he's all kind and concerned and the next he moves on to the leggier blonde."

"Ginny, dear, calm down. I'm sure there's a good explanation for all of this. Harry just isn't the type to jump from girl to girl. From what Ron's told me..."

"What?"

Hermione looked nervous. Only Weasleys had that effect on her. "Nothing it's just Ron was mentioning the other day about this chat he had with Harry."

"I am sick and tired of everyone speculating and scheming behind my back. You want to know what I think Hermione. I think I haven't learnt a single lesson from when I was eleven and you're about to give me the same pep talk you gave me in third year."

"Yes but back then there wasn't the important matter of Ron's assurance that..."

"You know what, I don't know how I let it come to this. I thought I was being sensible. I thought I wasn't imagining things. Turns out I was. I really am horrible in reading signs from men."

"Ginny, I think that if you just stop and think for two minutes..."

"You're absolutely right 'Mione. It's not the end of the world. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that, as you always say."

"Well I don't really say that, not when it's Har..." Hermione tried to intervene.

"Thanks Hermione," Ginny continued, clearly not registering a word Hermione was saying. "I lead myself to believe something that wasn't there. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me right? I'll bounce back, don't worry about me. It is Christmas after all. I'm still young and really who cares about Harry bleeding Potter? Goodbye Hermione." Ginny put on a determined face and quickly extinguished the fire with a firm nod to Hermione.

Over at her house, Hermione sat with a facial expression no one had ever seen on her face before – one of confusion. Ron walked in, sifting through the mail.

"Prophet wants another interview with you, hen," Ron called out, approaching his wife but quickly stopping dead as he saw the look on her face.

"What happened?"

"Ginny," Hermione pointed at the fireplace, "Completely bonkers... And Harry!" Suddenly her eyes widened and she turned to glare at Ron. "You said Harry had feelings for Ginny."

Uh-oh, Ron thought. "He did, I mean he does. You know Harry, can't hide his feelings within an inch of his life."

"Then WHY is he flirting with Lavender Brown?" Hermione demanded as she got up, hands on her hips. "I swear, when we were at Hogwarts, I accepted this kind of twitty behaviour from you two. But you're approaching thirty, for Merlin's sake, and we're in the same back and forth relationship Bludgering we were back then." Hermione raved.

Ron approached his wife slowly and calmly wrapped his arms around her waist. "The back and forth Bludgering turned out alright for us," he said softly. Hermione looked up at him, unable to hide a small smile. Ron smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. He rested his head against hers as he hugged her closer.

"My wife just made a Quidditch metaphor. I couldn't be more proud of you hen."

Hermione swatted him but Ron managed to avoid her hand by jumping back laughing.

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It was the day of the Staff Christmas Party and Harry was completely lost. It seemed that in a matter of days everything had changed inside the castle. He could never find Ginny in her office and Lavender was constantly following him and fawning over him despite his constant rebuffs. The worst part of it all was that he kept bumping into Ginny and Reggie together. All seemed professional whenever he saw them, but Ginny didn't usually seek out Reggie that often did she? And she would always immediately hurry away when he decided to approach them.

Harry made his way to her office for what felt like the millionth time in the past two days. He knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, made his way in. He looked around with a frown on his face. Ginny wasn't in her office. As he was about to make his way out, he heard one of the portraits coughing slightly to get his attention.

Harry turned around and found Severus staring right at him.

"I thought Ginny would be here," Harry offered.

"Well clearly she's not."

Just as he was about to may his way back out, Snape called out to him.

"You know Potter? You really are a miserable excuse for a man."

Harry, with one hand on the doorknob, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Severus, I'm really not in the mood for this."

Snape scoffed. "It's a shame Potter, that I never saw anything of your mother's character in you."

Harry turned around slowly.

"If I had," Snape continued defiantly, "maybe things would have turned out differently."

Harry couldn't contain himself any longer. He closed the door firmly and quickly made his way over to the portrait. "Of all the days to do this, today? TODAY? We have been traipsing around the topic for three months now. Just when I actually think I might be getting close, you think of some important Auror business and rush off. Three months of polite conversation and jabs that I have taken in my stride. Three months of this back and forth banter and TODAY you want to discuss my mother?"

"Don't for one second think that I would ever discuss Lily Evans with you... with a Potter!" Only Snape could manage to be just as intimidating as a portrait as he was in real life.

"She died a Potter. She was proud to be a Potter," Harry retorted more softly.

"Be that as it may, I will not discuss Lily Evans with you." Snape adopted a firm stance with arms folded, clearly showing that he was not going to be swayed.

Harry mirrored his stance. "Fine, I have one question and I'll never broach the subject again."

Snape cast a sideway glance at Harry.

"Do you blame my father for losing her?"

"Of all the things!" Snape interjected before quickly regaining his composure. "What's it matter to you?"

"Because how you answer the question... well... it puts even their relationship into perspective for me."

Snape opened his mouth to answer, paused, rolled his eyes and answered defeated, "I did at the beginning but not afterwards... and definitely not after you were born."

"Why?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes.

Snape frowned further. "He had the courage to tell the girl." He waved his hand dismissively. "I can't blame him for that... I can hate him but I can't blame him for it. It was an intelligent move. Probably the first and last of his life."

A deafening silence was felt inside the office as Harry let the words sink in. However, slowly but surely, a wide grin spread across his face.

Severus looked particularly insulted. "What are you grinning about?"

"Nothing." Though Harry's grin didn't waver. "Thankyou. And you're wrong. I know I'm like my mother in many ways but tonight I'll take after James." And with that, he quickly made his way out of the office.

With only the portraits left in the office, the haughty voice of Phineas Black rang out. "That was a very nice thing you did Severus. Was it true?"

Snape made a flippant gesture. "More or less. But the boy grew up without a father. Merlin knows he's bumbled his way long enough. I just did it to spare myself the pain of one more sly glance thrown between him and Weasley."

In the portrait right next to him, Dumbledore's eye twinkled silently. Severus somehow knew that and started to make his way out of the portrait, muttering as he left.

"Bloody Evans and her bloody son."

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The Room of Requirement had really outdone itself with decorations, food and general atmosphere for the party. The room had proportioned itself appropriately to the amount of people present, as it always did when a party was taking place. Ginny was always in awe of the fact that Hagrid never seemed hunched over or uncomfortable in the room. Truth was the room would actually make itself bigger in length to accommodate him. If there were few people it would shrink itself so the room wouldn't look empty. Tonight, however, it needed to elongate itself and widen. Professors weren't the only ones that turned up for the annual Hogwarts Christmas party. A few officials from the Ministry who often dealt with Hogwarts came as well. Members of the Wizengamot and the Board of Hogwarts were also present, not to mention a few of the loveable characters from Hogsmeade such as Rosmerta, who was very happy to forego providing drinks just for one night. Even a few of the more adventurous house-elves deigned to make an appearance.

Professor Flitwick could be seen next to the Wireless speakers, charming them with their very own Sonorus Charm. If Hermione were here, she'd say he looked something like a JD, or was it DJ, Ginny thought. Either way, Filius always managed entertainment at a party and no one was ever disappointed for leaving it up to him.

As Ginny looked over from Filius, happily bouncing up and down to the music, sipping on his favourite cherry syrup and soda with ice and an umbrella, to Hagrid, happily making conversation with the lovely, yet obviously bigger than most, Geraldine Herf, the Muggle Studies Professor. Ginny sipped on her own drink, as Rosmerta approached her.

"I never get tired of these parties," Rosmerta stated cheerily.

"Filius has a way of keeping things fresh," Ginny nodded.

"Pity Minerva couldn't make it."

"Yes apparently her great wish in life was to take a tour of the Mediterranean in Christmas. Warmer climates and all you know."

Rosmerta laughed. "Pity I was hoping for another bout of Minerva Karaoke. I'll never forget the year she sang that Muggle song, what was it again?"

"Blue Moon."

"That's it," Rosmerta recalled. "Who knew the only talent Minerva was born without was singing?"

"Ginny, may I have this dance?" Reggie appeared from behind Rosmerta, grinning charmingly and holding out his hand.

Ginny nearly spilled her drink.

"Of course she will," Rosmerta interrupted, "Here let me take your drink for you Ginny." She playfully shooed them both towards the dance floor, winking at Ginny as she glared back at her.

"Filius something a little bit more entertaining if you will love. I have a feeling about tonight." Rosmerta called out, downing her drink.

Filius nodded and quickly waved his wand with further vigour as a new, more impulsive song could be heard.

Harry walked through the entrance and was met with an enthusiastic energy from the room. The music wasn't too loud that it bothered you and everyone seemed to be genuinely having fun. He couldn't help but feel better about his quest with this kind of atmosphere. He made his way over to the bar that Neville was temporarily manning.

"What'll it be Harry my boy?" Neville looked eager to mix a drink.

Harry chuckled. "I thought it was Hannah who was the alcohol connoisseur of the family."

"I am," Hannah appeared from behind Neville, hugging him, "He can't even make a decent 'Witch on the Beach'."

Neville winked at Harry quickly. "Now why would I want a witch on the beach when I have you darling?"

Harry laughed and Hannah playfully glared. "Smooth Longbottom. Harry, I don't appreciate your bachelor ways influencing my husband," she added teasingly.

"Me? How did I get into this?"

"Oh don't mind her Harry." Neville said, wrapping an arm around Hannah's waist. "She thinks that just because she's a bartender she can comment on everyone's relationship status."

"That's because people present their relationship status to me without hesitating," she explained looking up at Neville, but then quickly turned back to Harry, "No but seriously Harry, what about these bachelor ways?"

Harry smiled into his drink, "What about them Hannah?"

"When are you going to get rid of them? I know I'm not the only one wondering. You know when we were at Hogwarts, I always pegged you as a ladies man but this is a bit much."

Harry nearly choked on his drink, "Ladies man? Clearly Neville you have never divulged a single piece of information from all those years we lived together, did you?"

"Oh I did," Neville deadpanned, staring at his wife.

Harry shook his head incredulously.

"She's just trying to be cute," Neville elaborated.

Hannah laughed, "Think about what I said Harry. If you ever need any help, come by the bar for a night." She turned and beamed at her husband, "Come on you, you've botched up enough drinks for one night. Let's dance."

Harry shook his head. Of all the well-functioning couples he knew, Hannah and Neville were by far the most unexpected but he thoroughly enjoyed their company nonetheless.

"Hi Harry," a soft voice whispered in his ear. He turned around and saw Lavender beaming at him with a seductive smile.

"Hi Lavender."

"Care to dance?" Lavender asked.

Harry looked behind her and spotted Reggie and Ginny dancing. He felt a small stab but Ginny didn't look remotely comfortable. Maybe this was his chance.

"I was just planning on asking Ginny actually. Maybe later."

Lavender pouted and turned around to where Harry had been looking. Her eyes glared furiously as she saw the dancing couple and she quickly huffed away. Harry simply shrugged and downed the rest of his drink. He braced himself and walked over to where the two were dancing. He tapped Reggie politely on the shoulder and the latter gave him a death glare as soon as he noticed who had tapped him.

Harry, oblivious to any animosity, merely smiled at him, "Mind if I cut in mate?" His eyes though seemed to be asking Ginny rather than Reggie.

Ginny looked from one man to the other. A small part of her wanted to dance with Harry but she quickly quelled that desire.

"Actually I do... mate," Reggie emphasised 'mate' by moving back towards Ginny and placing his hands on her waist. They moved back onto the dance floor and ignored Harry.

Harry quirked an eyebrow, confused as he made his way back over to the bar to get another drink.

An hour and a half later and more than a few dances between Ginny and Reggie and Harry was beyond annoyed. He couldn't understand what he had done wrong. Ginny wouldn't even look at him. Just when her eyes would nearly land on his side of the room, she would always manage to look over the spot he was sitting. Lavender wasn't helping matters by constantly asking him to dance. He simply sat on one of the couches at the side, fuming.

Finally, as yet another of the obviously fake laughs erupted from Ginny, Harry cracked and turned to Lavender.

"Lav, you want to dance?" He asked her, holding out his hand, while glaring daggers at Ginny.

Lavender squealed and jumped up, nearly knocking over her drink on Hagrid who gave her a look. They both made their way over to the dance floor and started dancing.

Rosmerta quickly made a gesture to Filius to put on a slow song.

Reggie pulled Ginny closer as they both started to move slowly to the music, but as they continued to move, Ginny made a wrong move and Reggie accidentally backed into Harry.

"Watch where you're going, mate." Reggie pronounced, with the same air of petulance.

"You bumped into me Hale. Not my fault if you got two left feet."

"Don't mind him Harry. Just him and his defective knees." Lavender smugly commented.

Reggie let go of Ginny abruptly. "Oh it's Harry now is it?"

Lavender didn't keep up the pretence of dancing either. "Yes, Reggie, it's Harry. It has always been Harry. I don't suddenly take an interest in random people like you do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," and with that Lavender stormed off, wiping her eyes furiously.

"Lavender, wait." Reggie ran frantically after her, leaving Harry and Ginny staring at each other.

"Nice going Potter. Had to go and be a prat didn't you?" Ginny shook her head trying to manoeuvre her way off the dance floor.

Harry made an effort to grab her arm, "Ginny wait." But she had already moved out of reach and didn't hear him.

Half an hour later, Harry had searched every nook and cranny of the room. Problem was, the amount of people had kept on increasing and so everytime he thought he had searched the entire room, it seemed to have gotten larger. Just when he was about to give up and call it a night, he saw a flash of Ginny's red hair behind one of the curtains and quickly made his way over through the crowd of people.

He managed to arrive next to her, calling out her name, and just when she turned to look at him, he could hear two angry voices from behind the curtain.

"Lavender, she means nothing to me," came the voice of who most likely was Reggie.

"Really? Because you've been dancing with her all night. Sort of sends out the wrong message, doesn't it?"

"Well how about you? Fornicating with Potter like you're a part of his fan club for the last couple of days. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Fornicating? I was trying to make you jealous you moron. Seems the only way to get through to you sometimes is to make you see what you can't have."

"Oh well you did a fine job. I damn near went out of my mind, woman. You're my girlfriend, you hear me. No, wait you're my fiancée, Merlin damn it. And that's final."

"Oh Reggie."

Both Harry and Ginny cringed profusely as the unmistakable sounds of kissing could be heard next. After a moment of awkward silence, Ginny spoke up.

"There. Once again, Harry Potter has saved the day and brought two lovebirds together."

"Ginny, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing. You just have a certain way with issues of love. May not always be traditional but you do have a way." Ginny shrugged, more talking to herself than Harry.

"Ginny, you're not making any sense." She began to move away, hands deep in her pockets but Harry quickly called out to her, "Could we just talk for a minute?"

She turned around suddenly. "You know you can be real thick sometimes Potter."

She was just about to walk away again when Harry yelled out, "Ginny, so help me if you walk away I'll Bat Bogey hex you." Harry was eternally grateful that the music had drowned out his voice and the only person that had heard him was Ginny.

Ginny turned around slowly, calmly, eerily calm Harry thought. "What did you say?"

"I said," Harry stuttered, "Oh Merlin, you know what I said. But you've been acting like a complete lunatic these last few days. I don't know what's going on through your head. And whenever I try to find you to talk about it, I end up having conversations with Snape about my mother!"

"You've gone completely off your rocker haven't you? You're acting like an irrational twit." Ginny fumed back, arms firmly clasped at her side.

"I'm pissed off. I have a right to act like an irrational twit!" Harry bellowed.

"Listen very carefully, Harry, because I won't say this again, what in the name of Merlin has gotten up your bloody arse?"

"My arse? You've got some nerve Ginevra. I was happily minding my own business dancing with Lavender when your boyfriend," and he said 'boyrfriend' particularly mockingly, "bumped into me".

"HA? You call that dancing? Clumsily grinding is more like it," Ginny added through gritted teeth.

"A-HA!" Harry straightened up, eyes shining.

"A-ha what?" Ginny scoffed.

"You ARE jealous!" Harry pointed at her, "I knew it! I knew it! You may think I'm daft Ginny, but I'm not a complete ninny."

"What in Binns' blazes are you talking about Potter?"

Harry folded his arms and placed a smug look on his face before pausing, "You fancy me."

"What?" Ginny mumbled, "No I don't!"

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No..."

"Ginny I knew you back when you were eleven and had a crush on me. I know when you fancy me and when you don't. And you my red-headed Confucius fancy me." Harry made an effort to move closer to Ginny, praying beyond all prayers he would get out of this alive. All his Weasley traineeship told him that he was going about this in a most unconventional and very, very stupid way.

"You've got some nerve Potter. First of all do NOT bring up that crush!"

"I thought it was cute." Well once you've put your foot in it, there's no getting out it seems!

Ginny glared daggers at him, "Sod it Potter."

Harry lowered his voice, trying to soothe her, "Ginny, I was a prat for not noticing you back then. In my small miniscule defence, I was a kid. I couldn't tell my hormones from my Parseltongue half the time."

Ginny gaped at him, unable to accept he had won her over so easily. She quickly shook her head and moved closer to yell at him better, "And THEN you have the nerve to state, simply state, like we're talking about teachers' rosters, that I like you."

"I didn't say like, I said fancy."

"What the hell's the bloody difference?"

"Like's a bit more than fancy actually."

"Gah, you're incorrigible," Ginny spun around in frustration but quickly jabbed her finger in Harry's chest, "When did you get off being such a smarmy git? Let me clarify something for you, oh wise all-knowing Professor Potter. Whether I like you may or may not be true but the fact of the matter remains you have not once, not even once taken the countless opportunities you had to step up. Not once! And I've got an office full of portraits to prove it." She paused taking deep shallow breaths. "You couldn't even kiss me properly last time. Because let's face it, if you wanted to kiss me, you would have done it like this!"

And with that she took the final step she needed to get closer to him and grabbed his robes, pulling him down, kissing him firmly on the lips. Whenever she'd imagined kissing Harry, it had never been out of anger, heck, it had never been to prove a point, but she found herself just as electrified by this kiss than any other she had experienced or imagined.

She hated to say it, she really did but she could have sworn she saw WWW fireworks at that point. But what really sent her into an unprepared whirlwind was Harry's tongue gently yet passionately begging for entrance.

He leaned further in and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush up against him. She found herself giving in willingly as he probed and explored her warm mouth. One of his hands came up to caress her cheek, creating a sense of perfect sanctuary as their tongues duelled back and forth as though they had done this all their lives.

Harry leaned back slightly, breathing heavily. He only moved back long enough to say one sentence before he recaptured her lips, with if possible, even more passion. Ginny could feel a sense of awe radiating from his lips and she felt delighted she could instil that in him.

Right before giving into the sensations of the kiss entirely, Ginny could only register what he had just said: "I more than fancy you too Ginny."

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A/N: Wow this was a hard chapter to write. Consequently I am drop dead petrified of what you all will think. Please feel free to comment on what you liked/ didn't like!

The drink that Flitwick is mentioned drinking is actually described by JK herself :P

I understand that some might think Harry is a bit OOC in this last part, but desperate times call for desperate measures I always say... Tell me what you think :D