A/N Wow! A lot of different reviews this time! Thanks so much!
SierraPotter: Well, you can't blame Harry for kissing her; other than Hermione that random day, he hasn't kissed anyone for over a year! And when the love of his life gives him a small peck on the cheek, it just starts him off I guess!!
MiXeDuPmEsSeDbOoKsmotorcrossdudefx: Hey! It's great to have a new reviewer! And one that likes my story! Not just to flame it… It's awesome that you read all 23 chapters, I'm very grateful. Glad you like it as well, I'll try and update as soon as possible!
Kp: Oohh yay I'm so glad you liked the chapter! I was afraid that because of what I'd written you'd all just hate it… But it does get better see!! Thank you so much! You filled me up with confidence again!
Secret world: Oh well, I'm glad you liked the beginning of the story anyway… And thank you for carrying on reading after chapter 20, it pleases me that you tried. But it's a shame you didn't like it because as other readers will tell you, it gets better! But thank you again for reading and saying it was a good story at the start. New reviewers are always lovely and it's sad when a reviewer leaves! But thank you none the less.
Finding the Feeling
Ginny wasn't doing much; he could see her through her bedroom window. She was just sitting there reading a magazine after refusing to play Quidditch with them. It was ridiculous! Two days ago they had shared the most passionate kiss ever and it had almost turned into a lot more, and she wouldn't even talk to him. Suddenly she jumped off her bed and ran at the window. Harry flew backwards a few inches on his broom but watched her anyway. She mouthed something like 'go away' and pulled the curtains on her window shut forcefully. Harry looked away sadly and was just about to turn back to the Quidditch game going on below him when someone tapped him on the shoulder and made him jump so much that he fell off his broom and plummeted towards the ground.
He landed on his feet and his legs buckled beneath him, making him fall on his hands and knees.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, running over, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," he said, standing up perfectly fine, "I'm used to falling off brooms aren't I?"
Hermione laughed as Ron came down to the grass to see them.
"Sorry mate," He apologised, "But we'd been calling you; you weren't with it."
"I know," Harry replied, picking up his broom, "You can't blame me though, can you?"
Harry had told Ron and Hermione about his kiss with Ginny the day after it had happened, but only because they had noticed how Ginny turned bright red and ran away every time Harry tried to talk to her.
"Yeah well," Ron said, trying to think of something, "You know what she's like, she'll come around sooner or later."
"I wish it was sooner!" Harry replied.
"Come on boys! We've got precious little time to finish this game!"
"Yeah, we need to get back to our four shops!"
Harry looked up and laughed at Fred and George on their brooms. They had turned up to the Burrow that morning, after an invitation from Mrs Weasley. She had rung up all of her sons, excluding Percy, the previous day, upon hearing that Mr Weasley had a day off. It was very strange to have so many people in the house – and even stranger for Harry to be around quite so many people. For the past year he had been totally alone, and now there were ten people, not including himself, in one small house. But luckily it was a sunny day, so after dinner, Fred had suggested that they all have a game of Quidditch. Fleur and Hermione were just watching from the sidelines of course, but on the 'pitch' in their back garden were Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie; not so much having a match, but a mess around with a Quaffle, two Bludgers and a Snitch. It was so good to see these four brothers again; it reminded Harry of the good times. And although he missed Bill and Fleur's wedding, they were very kind to him and still treated him like a brother of sorts.
"Alright boys," Charlie said from a lot higher up, "Stop bragging!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed at all of them up in the air, and Harry and Ron soon mounted their brooms again to finish the game.
It was a pleasant day, all playing Quidditch in the garden. And it seemed that although Harry hadn't played for a very very long time, he had not forgotten how to catch a snitch. He competed with every Weasley brother there was – and used one of their brooms, just to be fair – but he still caught it many seconds before any of them would have been within distance of it. Twice however, he had cut sharp corners, and rammed into Ginny's window. There was no reaction from the room inside, so Harry guessed that she didn't care. But when he was against Ron, he did it again, and two minutes later, Ginny was standing furiously in the grass beneath him, shouting at him to come down.
"What?" He asked when he made it to the ground.
"Are you trying to break my window or something?" She asked in a rage.
"No, we were having a competition, and these brooms don't turn as well as mine so I just kept hitting it by accident," Harry explained.
"Oh yeah fine! Blame the broom," She ranted, "You just can't play anymore, that's all!"
"Well I've beaten all of them," He said, pointing to all the brothers who were now on the ground.
"Oh they're rubbish anyway, even Hermione could beat them!"
Harry tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it when he saw the look on Hermione's face from the corner of his eye.
"What are you doing?" He asked when he realised that Ginny was snatching a broom off Ron.
"It depends, what's the competition?" She asked.
Harry smirked at her, and replied, "To catch the snitch."
"Before he does!" Ron shouted from behind him.
"Easy," She said, smirking right back at him.
He shook his head as she mounted her broom and flew into the sky. He looked at Ron and rolled his eyes before doing the same.
"Ok Ron!" Ginny shouted from above, "Let it go!"
Ron opened his hand that was clutching the squirming snitch and it was off. Both Harry and Ginny sped after it at exactly the same time. But Harry was quicker, and within 6 short seconds it was over; he was holding the snitch in between his fingers.
He turned and smiled comically at Ginny, shrugging his shoulders as he did so. But she just sat there on her broom, giving him an evil look before she landed on the ground and stormed off into the house.
"You still haven't learnt, have you Harry?" George said as Harry landed, patting him on the shoulder.
"Learnt what?" Harry asked, a bit puzzled.
"How to win a girls heart!" Fred answered, beating his hand on his chest as he did.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked again.
"Listen Harry," George started, taking him by the arm around his shoulders.
"We don't need to be told when there's trouble in paradise," Fred continued.
"We can tell," George concluded.
"And to make up… You need to let the girl win!" Fred continued a bit more as they all walked inside.
"Girls think that when you don't let them win it's because you don't want to look stupid in front of your friends. When in actual fact that's exactly what they want you to do!" George explained.
"That's not true!" Hermione cut in.
Fred and George looked at her, then turned to Harry and whispered, but still so Hermione could hear, "She doesn't want to admit it."
"Boys, leave him alone," Bill said suddenly, walking into the crowded living room, "He can make up with Ginny in his own time; he's a big boy now."
"Ah, but the thing is, he's not is he?" Fred said factually.
At everyone's curious looks, George explained; "He's been away so long without girls, that he's still about sixteen mentally; he hasn't learnt this stuff yet! We're just speeding him up a bit."
Harry thought this theory through in his head. It can't have been true that he didn't really know how to handle girls, other than friends like Hermione. But then the more he thought about it, the more he realised it was probably true. He'd missed half of his adolescence out, since he was about sixteen. Another thing to blame Voldemort for. And another thing to put right.
"Maybe that's true, but leave him alone anyway," Charlie said kindly as Harry wandered out of the room.
All the way through dinner that evening, Harry had been thinking about what Fred and George had said. He was trying to figure out little things, like why Ginny wouldn't talk to him when all they did was kiss. He would have thought that she wanted to talk to him about that; because he certainly knew he did. But his mind didn't stay focused for very long. She looked so happy, for the first time in he didn't know how long she was laughing with her brothers, smiling and just being happy. Was it him that made her unhappy? Or was it just something else? He'd never know until he spoke to her; but she wouldn't let him, that was the problem.
As everyone left late that night, Harry stared at her. She was so tired; he could see it in her eyes. All the laughing and smiling she had done that day had worn her out completely – but she was still so beautiful. Her face dropped as, one by one, all her brothers left apart from Ron. And she then announced that she was going to bed. That's when Harry decided. Tired or not, he was going to make Ginny forgive him for whatever it was that he had done wrong.
He knocked on her door lightly five minutes after she had gone up to her bedroom, and heard a faint 'Come in' from the inside.
He walked in and was once again blinded by darkness. But this time he was prepared for bumping into things, and he held out his hands in front of him to prevent knocking things over.
"Harry?" Ginny croaked, "What do you want?"
"Err," He said, finding the floor to sit on, "To talk."
"Well tough, I'm going to sleep. Get out," she said.
"Please Gin, I want to know what's wrong," He pleaded.
"Harry, please go away," She sniffed.
"Why are you crying?" He asked getting up and going towards her bed. He found her hand and took it; but she only pulled it away.
"I'm not," She sniffed again, "I want you to go away. You've done enough damage without…"
"What damage? I haven't done anything wrong for ages!" He exclaimed.
"No! In my head!" She whispered, sitting up in her bed.
"In your head? What have I done?" He asked.
"Harry, look, I'm tired now, by brothers have just left and I won't see any of them again for ages. So just leave me in peace." She said, lying back down and turning to the wall.
"If you're worried that you haven't seen them then you should have spent more time with them today," He replied.
"Oh and time with you, you mean? I didn't want to spend time with you which meant I couldn't see my brothers."
"Ginny, family time is more important than a petty little fight!"
"How is this petty?" She almost shouted, getting up again. "I don't see anything petty about this ongoing fight we're having! I don't even know why you're still here! I told you the other day that I want you out of my house! So that things can get back to normal!"
"Without me this house wouldn't be normal! I live here!"
"And you shouldn't," She said, getting out of bed, "I'm going to tell dad now. That either you go, or I do."
She walked to the door and opened it, letting in a bright thin beam of light. Harry ran to her and shut it again before she went out. He was shaking, he didn't want to leave. She wouldn't do it… she couldn't…
"Ginny please," he begged, "I don't want to go. I can't be without you for a second. All I want is to make you happy."
"You can't do that anymore. You haven't done that for years," She replied sadly, trying to move his hand away from the door handle.
"Then what about that kiss the other day? That meant nothing to you?" He tried.
There was a silence before she answered. Only a five second pause, but it meant the world to Harry.
"No, it meant nothing."
"You're lying."
"Harry, this is pathetic. You're being like a needy, twisted, crazed nineteen year old and…"
He cut her off by kissing her. Purely an experiment to see what she did in return.
She pushed him off and said angrily at him "Stop it! Stop doing that when you catch me off guard!"
"You didn't pull away the other day."
"I didn't know what I was doing then, I was tired."
"No you weren't, you're tired now," He argued, "You're being irrational because you're tired. Please just, don't make me leave."
Another pause before she walked back to her bed. Harry let out a sigh of relief and followed her. He sat on the floor by her bed and was silent for a long time. Waiting for her to say something first.
Finally, she said something that made Harry more confused than he had been in a long while.
"I'm sorry, Harry," She whispered.
"What for?" He asked.
"I'm just scared… Inside I'm just a scared little eleven year old with a crush on the most loved boy in the world. I don't want to be hurt again…"
"I'd never hurt you again, I love you too much," Harry replied quickly.
"I know you do. And I know that somewhere I love you too. It's just taking me a while to find the place."
Harry smiled slightly, a small smile that only he knew was there. "I won't push you to find it anymore…" He said.
He didn't know what she did in her silence, but he could only guess it was a small smile, just like his.
After a few minutes, Harry got up to go back to his room. But as he started to open the door, a soft hand touched his arm, and a beautiful said, "Stay with me?"
He turned and saw Ginny looking up at him; her hair a mess and wearing old tattered pyjamas. He returned her smile and kissed her on the cheek. As they walked back to her bed, he removed his t-shirt and held her hand as they got in. Safe and warm under the covers of a single bed, Harry drifted off so sleep, with Ginny's hand in his.
A/N Awww… Wow!! So sweet I think, don't you? Not fiery and passionate, just… nice. The start of the chapter was supposed to be quite light and a little comical with Fred and George; I hope I put them across the way that you like them. I've never really written about them so much. Please review thank you!
