A.N: So, just a quick author's note to thank everyone who reads this story, who are following and favouriting, and those who are reviewing. It really does mean a lot that people like what I write, and that you are guys are taking the time to tell me. Huge shoutouts to scrappy8, Anika798 (you made MY day), pottermum (OMG same! But I tried to pick Aussies only - maybe Jamie can make an appearance . . . ?), TheShulesLovinPsycho, JeanAndBilius, michaelcombs, Starrya47, BlackImpalaCruising, Bridget, ARTwrites, Betty Peril, McNerdybird, Tom Kristal, chrissylu9, letr1994, marzipan18, Deadman19, nico2883, and to anyone else who reads this. Thank you all so, so, much.

P.S: I hope this chapter doesn't have too much of an Ed Sheeran vibe, I've had his album on repeat for days now. Actually, I hope it does. That guy kills.

P.P.S: Sorry, I promise that I'll let you read this chapter, just one more thing. It occurred to me halfway through writing this, that everybody found out about Harry and Ginny when they kissed in the Common Room. This chapter is kind of inspired by the film version, where the pair kissed in the Room of Requirement. Trust me, it will make sense when you read it.

CAUTION: Also, a quick heads up, this chapter does involve quite a bit of swearing, mainly on Ginny's part. So, if you are easily offended, I'd skip this chapter. Or just skip the story. I'm English, and not the posh kind, so I swear a lot. Just warning you all now.

In the morning the Common Room was awash with all kinds of people; those who had been up for hours and were already prepped for another schoolday (cough cough Hermione), those who had been up all night, giving a feeble attempt at homework long overdue, half-heartedly (Ginny), those who had slept in and were scrambling around, fighting over whose pair of socks belonged to who (Ron). Harry, however, fit into his own kind of category. He usually observed, and watched the chaos unfold around him. He enjoyed moments like this, because this was where he learnt the most - observing. This was where he got to glimpse into other people's lives, into how they truly were. An odd thought, yes, but a true one. Sit somewhere, anywhere, though airports and train stations are excellent places, and just watch. It's truly eye-opening. People don't normally comprehend that people are even looking in their direction, let alone noticing. This is how they really are, when they think no one is looking. And it's magnificent.

In the evening, Harry couldn't watch. He found he didn't mind as much, because he was amongst it all then. He would sit with Hermione and Ron, and listen to the two of them bicker, usually about him, and he would join in, trying to mediate, poorly.

The Common Room was really an amazing place. Somehow it looked homely, and comfortable - a feeling Harry had only ever experienced in Hogwarts and at The Burrow. The reds and gold made him proud to be a Gryffindor, and made the place brilliantly regal looking. As if it wasn't a school, but the chambers of a 6th century King.

Now Harry was alone, after everyone had gone to bed, he could take it all in, the splendour of Gryffindor Tower. Curtains of crimson hung from the window place, golden fringe adorning the velvet. Tapestries, depicting all sorts of wonderful scenes from inside Hogwarts, decorated the stone walls. The infamous moving paintings also took pride of place in the center of each wall, their inhabitants all slumbering - making the room eerily silent, compared to the usual hub of noise. Now that outside was pitch black, fire was the only remaining source of light. Candles burned brightly around the room. The amber fire was now the only source of heat, after the warm June sun had set, leaving the air chilly. It was blazing, and scolding hot.

Harry smirked, thinking about another a different fiery redhead who was blazing, and scolding hot. His mind wandered back to their first kiss the previous day in the Room of Requirement. In all honesty, Harry hadn't been expecting it, but was more than happy when it came. His lips tingled at the memory.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around Harry's neck from behind, and he was engulfed in the bewitching scent of jasmine. Turning round slightly, he found he was face to face with the fiery redhead he had just been thinking about. Ginny Weasley.

Somehow, at eleven thirty at night he found that free of all make-up (however subtly she wore it) and clad in her teal pyjamas, her red hair hanging straight, ending at her elbows, he tought she was the most angelic, fascinating and beautiful thing he could ever have observed.

He gazed upon her face, his jaw slack and his eyes wide. Half of her face was hidden by a shadow, the other half illuminated by fire.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing. Harry held her hand, gently, and guided her round the sofa to where he was sitting. She took the seat next to him, as he took a hold of both hands.

"I've been thinking about us, and I feel that - " Harry begun, in a low voice.

"Oh God" Ginny sighed, assuming the worst. She pulled her hands from his grip, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Biting her lip she looked distressed, but no tears came.

"Not going to lie, I thought this was going to happen. I mean, I'm Ron's little sister. I'm always going to be Ron's little sister" she muttered, her face full of hurt. It pained Harry.

"You're right, you're Ron's little sister. That's why - "

Ginny shot up, looking upon Harry with disgust.

"Shit! I get that he's your best friend Harry, but . . . you know that he has a thing for Hermione right? And she likes him too, she just hasn't realised it. God, that's perfect. Fucking perfect. You know I've had this problem with every boy I've ever liked. Yes, Michael was a prick, but it was because he was scared of my brothers. Dean was uncomfortable even holding hands in public, let alone kissing me, after Ron and you caught us. Shit! I've done it again, haven't I?"

She was so offended, that Harry immediatley felt guilty - despite not actually trying to break up with her.

"I thought you were different, Harry, I really did. I like you, a hell of a lot, and I thought that you were . . . No it's fine. I'll go back to being Ron's little sister, and you can go back to being Harry bloody Potter" Ginny shook her head, scoffing. She pointed at him, anger rising now.

"This isn't about Ron, Ginny. Not really - "

"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. You're going after him aren't you? You think you're the only one who can do this? Well that's bullshit! You're sixteen Harry. And what you're doing isn't fair to a lot of people. You're going to hurt a lot of people. I mean, yeah I'm pissed, but I'm not the only one who will be. God, you're too bloody noble, you know that? Shit. This is . . . this is fucking great. Will it change your mind if I tell you that I really like you, like really, really like you? I mean, I've liked you for a long time, and I just . . . shit, of coure it's not going to change your mind. What am I even saying? I swear I'm not some control freak, I just can't even . . . "

Harry never got to find out what the end of the sentance was, as he couldn't bear to see Ginny so cut up about something he could help. He leapt off the sofa, and cupped Ginny's face in his hands, and kissed her. She was surprised at first, her body tensed up, until she finally gave in, and returned the kiss. Her hands took ahold of his face too, and the pair moulded together, not an inch of space between them. It was passionate, and ardent. It was as if they had been apart for years, desperate for the others' touch. And in a way, they had been apart. Each had yearned for one another for a long time, and this was their reconcilliation.

Harry pulled away, still clutching onto Ginny's face. He looked her in the eyes, eyes that were replaying the emotions of that kiss.

"I don't ever want to hurt you, Ginny. Yes you are Ron's sister, but I choose you. If this means Ron hates me, then we can deal with that together. I really, really like you too, a lot, and I've made my mind up. I want you. I need you."

Ginny smiled, happily. She kissed him again, short but sweet - however difficult it was to keep it short and sweet.

"You really are bloody noble, aren't you?" she laughed. He laughed too, as they both sat back down, in their previous seats on the ruby red sofa.

Harry then began to speak in a hushed voice, praying that nobody had heard Ginny earlier.

"Listen, what I wanted to say was that I think we need to hold off telling people about us, just for a few weeks."

Cocking her head to the side, Ginny looked at Harry with confusion. "Why?"

Harry looked down, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Honestly?" Ginny nodded. "I'm afraid what people are going to say, about us. You're you, the ridiculously gorgeous, hilarious, uber-talented Quidditch player. And I'm . . . me."

Ginny felt one of her heartstrings snap, as she looked upon her boyfriend's (she still loved saying that) face. He resembled a lost, little puppy. Adorable, but sad.

"Harry Potter, are you insecure?" she asked, not a hint of mocking in her question.

"Well . . . I mean, I . . . you could say . . . yeah, yeah I am" he spluttered, chuckling despite himself.

"Why, though? If anything, I should be insecure! You're Harry fucking Potter! The Boy Who Lived, defeater of Death Eaters, slayer of trolls and snakes and dragons, Triwizard Champion - "

"I only one that on account of Cedric's death."

"Shut up, I'm on a roll. Co-founder and leader of Dumbledore's Army - "

"You came up with the name."

"You're not helping! Master of Defense Against the Dark Arts, conqueror of evil Professors, member of the infamous Slug Club - "

"So are you."

"What I'm trying to say is that you're amazing, and great, and handsome, and corageous, and brave, and noble, and smart, and a hero, and I like you, and screw everyone else because this is about you and me, and did I mention that I really like you?" Ginny mustered, breathing heavily.

Harry laughed. "Once or twice, yeah."

The pair sat, and gazed at each other for a while, just revelling in the fact that they liked each other.

Ginny inched closer, and put her forehead on Harry's, and closed her eyes. She was close enough for Harry to smell the peppermint on her breath.

"I think you're amazing" Harry whispered.

And that was all Ginny needed. She placed her hands on his cheeks, and kissed him. His hands found her waist, and pulled her closer to him, whilst her fingers laced through his unruly hair. They rarely paused for breath.

Harry pulled away, once more, gasping for air, his glasses crooked.

"You're a really, really, really great kisser" he told her. She smiled, and thanked him, leaning forward to resume the kiss, until Harry broke away once more.

"See this is why I'm insecure. My only kiss was with Cho, and she was crying. You're really good at it, and I can't help but wonder if you learnt that from Dean, or Michael, or . . . "

"Harry, yes I've had boyfriends before you. Yes I've kissed them. But I'm with you now, and you're a good kisser too. You have no reason to be insecure."

Unable to hide his smug expression, Harry smiled.

"You think I'm a good kisser, eh?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes I do."

"Huh. Well, get ready to be kissed like you've never been kissed before."

"Oh God" Ginny said, as she stood up. "I'm tired now, but I'll see you at breakfast, alright?"

Sighing, Harry nodded. Ginny winked at him, and made her way up the stairs. Harry watched her figure retreat up the stairs, and leant back in the sofa. Glancing up at the clock, he realised it was now twelve forty-five. Shocked, he got up, deciding to try and salvage a good night's sleep.

Putting one foot on the steps towards the boy's dorms, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He swivelled around, to see Ginny, looking at him with a determined look on her face.

"I thought I'd take you up on that offer" she said, biting her lip. A breath hitched in his throat as she reached forward, and kissed him. He returned it, and not long after, he had Ginny pressed up against a wall. His hands were holding her waist against his body, whilst her were snaked around his waist. Harry decided he could live in this posiion forever. Just him and her, the warmth and heat rising in their bodies, her lips on his, her hands in his hair. All that mattered was the two of them. Well, that and . . .

"What do you mean Ron likes Hermione?"

"Ron likes me? And what are you two doing?"

Hermione, her frizzy hair tied back, a little messy from her hours of sleep. She was rubbing her eyes, yawning, however still managed to look surprised, despite still tired.

Ginny turned to Harry, both of their eyes wide. Neither had moved from their position - pressed up against each other.

"Shit" Ginny gasped. She freed herself from Harry's hold, and walked up to Hermione. She placed her hands on her shoulder, and led her up the stairs back to bed.

"This is just a dream, none of what you saw or heard is true . . . "

Harry chuckled, despite himself. He should of been worried about Hermione catching them. He should of been worried that his best friend liked his other best friend. But he just couldn't stop thinking about that kiss.