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Ginny's POV:

"Wow." That was all I could say, all my dreams had come true, I was standing in the middle of the pitch, we had beat Slytherin, and I just spent the last fifteen minutes kissing Harry.

"Wow." he agreed. There was a kind of understanding between us, we didn't want to talk about how long we'd wanted to do that, or how much we liked each other.

It was the past, this is the present, and we weren't going to spend time going over the past when the present is so much better. We had each other, no explanations, no cryptic message. That was it.

We giggled ourselves silly and walked hand in hand across the pitch to pick up my broom, and head to the commons where everyone was waiting for us.

We walked silently, both wrapped in our own thoughts, occasionally, he would pull me closer at his side and kiss my forehead or cheek, almost as though he wanted to make sure this was real.

Sooner than I though possible, we were at the portrait hole and the Fat Lady was giving us an appraising look.

"Well isn't that just sweet for you two! Wow you look like a couple I know from somewhere! Oh I can't remember, the hair, the smiles, oh I don't know, go on in."

"Well she's obviously had too much to drink!" Harry whispered in my ear as we entered towards the great noise. It sure was strange what she said, oh well she's crazy anyway.

We came into the common room and an eruption of cheers rang out! Wolf whistles and jeers filling the air. We just smiled and tried to find Ron and Hermione in the midst of the chaos.

We finally worked our way over to the punch bowl and found our best friends. Ron was surprisingly pleased, and seemed fine about his best mate and his little sister dating, maybe Harry had talked to him. (Though I'm sure him having his arm around Mione's shoulders must have been making him happy too.)

Hermione congratulated us and hiccupped, (she apparently doesn't handle butterbeer well.)

Ron started off on Harry's amazing catch and proclaimed everyone was going to be doing "The Potter" next world cup.

Harry of course was modest and said he had thought up the maneuver in .3 seconds and it should be called "The Potter Random Instinct" instead.

Throughout the night we were interrupted of our celebrating Slytherin's downfall by nosy girls asking how this arrangement happened.

After a while they backed off though, (I'm pretty sure this had to do with a very annoying second year, receiving a full out bat boogey hex by a very aggravated Weasley girl)

I was leaning on Harry's chest in front of the fireplace when Hermione (who had consumed waaaay too much butterbeer that night,) decided she was going to burp the alphabet as loud as she could.

Ron, fearing for when she was sober and would beat him to death for letting her do that, said, "Now I don't think that's a good idea, why don't you just sit down next to me?"

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't ya?" she said waggling her eyebrows. "Yes very much." he answered carefully

"Don't you think burping is sexy?" she slurred, leaning back a little losing her balance.

"You know what's sexy," said Ron as he put his arms around her pulling her down on top of him so she was sitting on his lap. "Sitting down and closing your eyes is sexy."

"Yea right." she said rolling her eyes, he put his finger over her mouth and hushed her. She tried to bit his finger a few times, and said "Come on let's go upstairs and I'll start you like a Chevy!"

Some of the few people remaining in the commons giggled. "Now I don't think you mean that, come on sexy is overrated, close your eyes!" Ron said his ears turning red.

"She looked at him, hiccupped and said "F- Fine" in the middle of a yawn, "I'll need sleep to start you like a Chevy tomorrow."

Ron's ears were now the color of roses, but Hermione had finally calmed down and she leaned on his shoulder, muttering to her self.

She was out cold in half a minute and she fell asleep in Ron's lap with her head on his shoulder. I knew they would be an official item soon enough.

At about midnight we were the only ones left in the common room, and at about one, Ron decided to bring Hermione to her room and hit the sheets.

"Oooo, so she can start you like a Chevy? It's ok Ron you can tell us." I said smirking at him.

"Don't you start." he said glaring at me and I just smiled at him until he was out of sight.

Harry and I were alone again, it felt like it had been forever, even though we had been alone all morning on the pitch. The peace and serenity was amazing.

He was playing with a strand of my hair and his empty hand went in search of one of mine.

I was so content. This feeling, was like everything I'd ever read or heard. I always thought the happiness and the comfort was made up just to sell a book, but it's not, it's real. It's amazing.

"Gin," he whispered in my ear. "I'm glad we won today." That was all he said, but the emotion was there, underneath the layer of his voice.

When I thought about it, if we hadn't beaten Slytherin, we wouldn't have rushed to celebrate, and we wouldn't have ended up kissing. I was glad we won too.

"Me too," I said, and I turned a little behind me, he knew what I was after and he placed his lips on mine.

I thought I had imagined the electricity and passion in the kiss this morning, but it was there, magnified times ten.

He started to lean on me so I fell backwards on the sofa and he laid on top of me, he seemed worried about crushing me but I wasn't allowing any space between us.

I pulled him closer and felt his hands in my hair, and he opened my mouth with his. I had never felt so at home, never felt so taken care of, like nothing could touch me now that I was by his side.

Eventually we broke apart in need of air, and we just looked at each other, staring into each others eyes as if seeing each other's soul behind them.

His were an amazing emerald green, not that I hadn't noticed before, but it was different now, now that I was so close and was in his arms.

For how long we stared like that I have no idea, eventually he sat up and pulled me with him. Again, I was leaning on his chest like I had been before and he said "Night Gin,"

"Night." I whispered closing my eyes, and that's how we fell asleep, in each other's arms by the common room fire.

The early stragglers coming down for breakfast woke us up, and he gave me a quick kiss and said he'd wait there for me to go down to breakfast. We went to our separate dorms.

As I was blindly putting on my clothes, I was hoping, that today would be just as good as yesterday.

A/N: Yay! How'd you like it? Was it funny at all? (Who loves drunk Hermione?) Hehe J who knows who the fat lady mistook them for? Haha I know it's only Ginny's POV the whole time but it was making the best sense. This chapter has been weird Idk if it's any good, I don't think my e-mail is working right because it says this story has 34 reviews but I didn't receive them…anyway if u reviewed could you again because they were not received! I'm thinking one more chapter until the ball! I love my reviewers! Thank you to all!