A Matchless Match

By: Lady Lithe

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Naru-chan: Chapter 5! Whoo! Thanks all of you that reviewed! Means a lot! Enjoy now!

Chapter Five: A Tight Spot

I can feel my heart
And it's fit to burst
I try to clean it up
But it just got worst.
-Bap Kennedy, Moonlight Kiss

Harry couldn't breathe.

The broom closet that he had found himself in just so happened to be one that was famous for its lack of space – with good reason, of course. There seemed to be just enough space to fit him and Ginny, but that was about it. And while he was usually extremely comfortable with her, he definitely was not at this very moment. His heart was pounding madly in his chest and he felt the sweat on his flushed face. Breathing was usually something that didn't take much effort for him. He was quite good at it, if he said so himself. And when he was out of breath – with his heart ramming away, he usually could open his mouth and breathe. But right now he simply couldn't.

But Ginny. Ginny could breathe. Oh yes, could she. He could feel her hot breath whisper gently over his skin, causing his entire body to tense up. It was torturous reminder of the space between them – lack of space that is. After all, her body was pressed firmly against his.

His mind couldn't operate with this lack of oxygen.

He knew that the mass had rushed past the corner and had found itself staring at an empty corridor when he heard muffled cries of distress and anger and when he felt the minor trembles from the ground below him. Unconsciously, he held Ginny closer.

"Where did they go?" an aggravated Malfoy's voice floated through.

"We Ravenclaws will find them first!" a stifled Eddie Carmichad cried, rallying up the other Ravenclaws. "C'mon! We're smarter than the rest of them!"

"No – we'll find them first! They're Gryffindors like us and we think alike!" Seamus retorted. Harry heard him stomp his foot.

There were more livid cries before the group of voices slowly faded away. He assumed that they had split up into four, each section believing it was better than the other ones were. But while they were gone, he didn't think it was safe enough for them to leave either. It was just as – if not more dangerous now since there were four raving mad packs of boys stalking about.

He swallowed hard as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Ginny's head slowly rose so that she could see him. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dark and her hair seemed glossier and a richer hue.

"Harry?" she whispered.

"Y-Yes?" he whispered back, not quite sure why they were speaking so softly, though it did seem like it was the most appropriate thing to do in a situation like this. Not that he knew what to do because he had never been in a broom closet. Much less with a girl. And Ginny was most certainly a girl.

"What…what just happened?" she asked, confusion still in her low, husky voice. Even in the dark he could feel her intense eyes watching him.

"Er – that was…" He couldn't very well tell her that that was the whole entire school's population of boys that was madly in love with her. He didn't want her to know. "I'm…not sure."

"Oh…" she hesitated. He could barely hear her – and not because she was speaking too softly. It was because her flowery scent was intoxicating his brain so that he was losing his mental abilities. He idly thought to himself that it wasn't so bad to lose brain cells. " – do now?"

"What?" he blinked, shaking his head slightly in vain hopes of clearing it.

"What should we do now?" she whispered again, a frown on her face.

"Well, we could…" he struggled to formulate words. He reached behind him for the doorknob and when his fingers finally grasped around it, he turned. His heart stopped when all he heard was a reluctant "click." He tried again, but he only gained the same result. "Oh Merlin…it's locked."

"What?" she said in an incredulous low voice.

"I'm serious!" he whispered fiercely. This was so strange! Part of him was panicking. So why was the other part of him cheering? Who on earth would be happy about being locked in a broom closet? A very tight broom closet. With a girl. With Ginny.

Harry's head hurt.

"Oh no…don't tell me we're in the broom closet that only opens from the outside," she sighed.

"How do you know of that?" he demanded heatedly. He suddenly had a very unpleasant image of Ginny and some random, definitely-not-good-enough bloke trapped inside this very same closet doing some rather un-innocent things.

"That's none of your business," she huffed. Then she groaned. "Well…now what can we do?" He felt her breath tickle his skin, making his black hair stick on end.

"It's…it's probably best that we…we stay in here," he answered, forgetting all his previous anger. Was it just him or did his voice sound different? "I…I mean, Merlin knows what will happen if we meet up those boys again."

It was then that he fully registered their tight position. He was literally plastered between her warm body and the door. One of his arms embraced her waist to protect her back from the hard wall behind her while the other had snaked behind her shoulders – where he knew at least they would be obedient and chaste. At least hands were…before the one on her shoulder started touching her soft and silky locks. It had been so natural to do so he hadn't even realized what he was doing. Her hair was still slightly damp. Her arms were holding his shoulders and he couldn't help but feel how slender and feminine they were. And their legs…their legs were quite tangled. He felt the heat flood his face and he was suddenly glad for the veil of darkness around them.

It had to be the lack of oxygen. Had to be.

"Well," she laughed a little breathlessly, "this is quite a situation we're in."

"Yeah," he croaked. Her face was so close that he could even count her freckles if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to. He didn't. Honest.

"You, Harry Potter, always seem to be caught in the middle of these things," she grinned mischievously. Her wide eyes flickered over his face. He felt shivers crawl up his spine and hoped desperately that she didn't notice.

"So you…you and," he began, struggling for words, "and Michael Corner."

She snorted and he suddenly felt his heart lift. Michael Corner had always seemed like a prat to him. That was why he was happy she snorted at his name. Of course it was. "What about him?"

"I meant that he wanted to get back together with you," he said with bated breath. He couldn't seem to tear his emerald gaze away from her lips.

Had they always been so…nice?

"Oh, so you heard. Well, yes, I suppose he did, but I don't believe he will be pestering me anytime soon after he had a taste of my Bat Boogey Hex."

"Taste of you?" he blurted out before he could help himself. He felt himself getting redder. No, no, no, that couldn't be right.

"No, Harry," she said, a perplexed look on her face. She lifted a hand and pressed it against his forehead. "Are you alright? You're not sick are you? You feel a little bit hot…"

"Hot? I'm not hot!" he squeaked, wishing desperately that she hadn't moved because he had felt every single movement. "I'm quite cold, really!"

"Really?" she asked, moving closer if possible as he felt his head spin madly.

She was a breath away from his face and if he simply leaned forward…just a centimeter…just one…then –

Then Harry felt himself flying backwards, his arms instantly grabbing onto Ginny, before he crashed into the ground. He groaned in pain, but at the same time he couldn't help but notice the nice contrast between the cold, hard ground and Ginny's warm, soft body. Maybe the pain had been worth it.

"Oh my goodness! Harry! And…and!" a shrill female and familiar voice shrieked.

Harry's eyes opened with a snap, only to see a raven-haired Asian girl with her hands pressed to her flushed face. "C-Cho?"

Ginny and Harry rose to their feet quickly and Harry tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Oh Harry! Are you…are you two?" Cho Change cried, large tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"NO!" he burst out, heat flooding his face so much that he wondered if he was as red as Ginny's hair. He shook his hands in front of him frenetically. "We're not – the two of us!"

Suddenly Cho leapt into his arms and began sobbing into his chest. Never being good with crying and emotional girls, his hands awkwardly danced about in the air aimlessly.

"Oh Harry!" she wept, clinging to his robes and appearing to not have heard a single word he said. "M-Michael…! H-H-He doesn't want me anymore! He wants her! And y-y-you! Please don't tell me that you w-w-want her t-t-t-tooooo!"

"N-No, Cho," he blubbered in a panicked manner. "Ginny and I – we aren't – we're just friends, right Ginny?"

He looked up with a frantic smile, expecting fully to see the redhead beside him, but instead he was greeted by an empty corridor and a ringing silence.

"Ginny…?"

Naru-chan: What do you think? Hmm? Hmm? Hmmmmmm? Review please! XD Thanks for reading! (Short I know, but really, how long could I keep them in there...?)