Chapter 2- Ron proves his ignorance

Harry stared at Ginny. She really was very beautiful. He imagined what it would feel like to hold her, to kiss her. He got rudely pulled out of his day dream by a sharp jab in his ribs from Ron.
"Mum wants to know if you want one dumpling or two?" he said.
"Er, one dumpling will be fine, thanks," Harry replied.

Looking up, he saw that Hermione, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Fleur and Mrs Weasely were all staring at him, smiling. When Hermione looked meaningfully towards Ginny, he realised with a jolt that he must have been staring at her. His embarresment soon went away, though, and instead a bubble of laughter made its way up his throat. Ron was still talking about food, he hadn't noticed a thing. Everyone started laughing at Ron.
"What! What did I do? Why is everyone laughing?" he shouted, which only made them laugh more.

Finally the food was served and they settled down to eat, still chuckling. Ron was grumpy through out, but his bad mood could weigh down no one's spirits.

After they finished their meal, Ginny dragged Harry out into the corridor, Hermione's expectant eyes following them all the way.

"Harry, I-"
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean it. I don't know what I was thinking. I really didn't mean it"
"Didn't you?"
"No Ginny, I-"
"Because if you didn't mean it, I wish you did"
"Ginny? Ginny what are you on about?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Oh Ginny, I-"

His words were cut off by her lips pressing gently into his. She kissed him, and he kissed her deeply back. They stayed joined in this way for a few more minutes. Then, however, they became all too aware that they were still standing by the kitchen door, as footsteps came closer and closer.
"Quick, come up to my room!" Ginny whispered, and they ran up the stairs and into Ginny's room just in time before they heard the kitchen door being yanked open, and Ron storming upstairs, still completely oblivious to what was going on in his sisters bedroom.

"How did you know, Ginny? Did Hermione tell you?"
"Well, kind of. She didn't exactly tell me, but I found out because of her."
"Are you gonna elaborate on that?"
"Well, she 'axidentally' left this book lying on the floor of our room, and when I picked up, a piece of paper fell out."
"What was the book?"
"Oh, I dunno, I think it was a Herbology book. Anyway, I looked at the paper, and-"
"Go on . . ."
"Well, it had our names on it Harry, our names! And then underneath there were loads of random jottings which I didn't understand, but I understood the last bit."
"Which was . . ." Harry prompted eagerly.
"100," Ginny replied, manner of factly. "I didn't get it at first, but when I saw you at dinner everything kind of . . . fitted."
Harry smiled at her, and they once again began to kiss, as if they could never be seperated. Eventually, though, they decided that they should go out of Ginny's room; people would wonder what they were up too.
"Come on, Ginny, let's go now, and hope no one is on the stairs!"
So they left and quietly tiptoed down the stairs. As soon as they reached the bottom, Hermione stepped out of the shadows, beaming.
"Have fun?" she asked, but they ignored her, and walked past, into the kitchen.
Mrs Weasley looked up from peeling onions with her newly fixed wand, and smiled at them both.
"Arthur's going to be late back from work; there have been reports of biting door knobs again. He has to sort them out tonight, so I wouldn't wait up for him."
"Ok, mum. Need any help?" Ginny enquired.
"Well, I know its a bit tedious, but it has to be done. The garden needs de-knoming again. Could you...?"
"Yeah, sure, Mrs Weasley, no problem." Harry replied. "Coming, Hermione?"
Hermione reluctantly followed them into the garden.

45 minutes later, the three of them slouched back inside, feeling worn out, but never the less they had a sense of triumph. While working, Hermione had quizzed them both about their relationship together, but they remained suspiciously silent. Although Hermione had stopped asking questions, they both knew she would start up again when they were least expecting it, trying to catch them off guard.

Just before supper, Harry took Ginny to the corner of the kitchen and told her to meet him down in the kitchen at midnight. She nodded her agreement, then they joined the others at the table, watched under the family's (apart from Ron's) approving gazes.

A/N: Again, sorry it's short. It's just getting into the swing of the story; the next chapter is longer.