The Cerebral Coordination of Ginny Weasley

Rating: T

Author: ValorOrgulloso

Chapter VI: In Which Herpes Happens

"Hide! Someone's coming!" Harry hissed at me. I grabbed his arm giggling, pulling him into a large, empty cupboard. I heard the classroom door open, and I tried to steady my breathing and quiet giggles. It was hard though because there wasn't much room in the cupboard with both of us in it, and my back was pressed up against his lean chest.

"Shh!" shushed Harry. It took a lot of effort, but I stifled my incessant chuckling.

"Now what's this all about, Mr. Malfoy?" I heard McGonagall's voice ring out. I peeked through a crack in the cupboard to see McGonagall hurrying around her desk for biscuits and tea, while Malfoy ashamedly sat in one of the seats near the front. I could only see him from the side, his face hidden because it was turned the other way. His shoulders were slumped.

"I –" Malfoy cleared his throat loudly. "I'm in a spot of trouble, and I didn't know who I could come to for advice." Harry and I looked at each other. I could see the silent question reflected in his eyes. I mouthed Advice?, and he added From McGonagall?

We turned back to the scene unfolding.

"Well, I'm glad you could felt comfortable enough to come to me," said McGonagall kindly, settling the tea and biscuits in front of Malfoy and taking a seat in front of him.

There was a long pause. "Well, I've had some issues… relieving."

"Relieving?" came McGonagall's surprised voice. "Why, I'm unsure what you mean."

Malfoy slumped a little lower and grabbed a biscuit. He took a bite.

"It's just… it's just it hurts to use the loo."

I felt Harry's chest rumble. I turned around and playfully stuck an accusing finger in his face. He raised his eyebrows, and I glared at him and turned back around. He grabbed a lock of my hair and nudged his nose under my ear, feathering my neck in light pecks. Very distracting. It was a few moments later that Harry stopped his ministrations. It took me a couple seconds to recover. Once I did, I realized we had missed a bit of the conversation.

"… perfectly natural, if a bit irresponsible on your part. Go to Madam Pomfrey, and I'm sure she'll give you some medicine to help. You should recover in the next few days. And remember, think next time."

Malfoy quietly said thanks and left the classroom. McGonagall cleaned up the half-eaten biscuits, muttering, "Genital herpes... so irresponsible!"

I snorted loudly, and Harry's chest moved again. Malfoy came to McGonagall to discuss his genital herpes! McGonagall looked around the room suspiciously for a moment, and I covered my mouth. She started towards the cupboard we were in, and I held my breath. Behind me, I could feel Harry's heart beat fast. She was just about to touch the handle and…

"Professor!" panted a small first year. "Professor, Eugene has gotten stuck! An enchanted toilet grabbed his arm and won't let go!"

McGonagall sighed loudly, and turned to address the problem. "Lead the way." McGonagall and the first year left quickly, the first year ranting on excitedly.

I exhaled a large breath, and Harry sagged. I pushed open the door and exited, Harry following closely behind. I sat down in one of the chairs and laughed, "Malfoy has herpes!"

Harry laughed right along with me until he got a devious gleam in his eye. "Who do you think gave it to him?"

It took me a second to comprehend what he meant. When I did: "Ah, ew! Harry! Gross! Bad image! Who would sleep with that slimeball!"

"Someone obviously did."

I got up, and I slapped him lightly on the arm. "Oh stop, I'd rather not think of Malfoy with anyone thank you very much."

Harry laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We walked towards the door, but before we opened it, Harry pulled me into a long kiss. Once we were done, he smiled down at me, but sadly looked at the door. I sighed and opened it, knowing there would be no affection outside of these closed doors.

Which brings me to the point why we were even in McGonagall's classroom in the first place.

Snogging. Me and Harry were snogging. Snogging! In McGonagall's classroom!

It had been a month since our first kiss, and no one else knew about our relationship yet. We wanted to keep it to ourselves for now – Harry mostly. He said most everything in his life was put on display for the world to see, and, just once, he wanted something of his own. Once I understood, it was hard to be offended that he didn't want people to know that we were dating.

So we had to settle on friendly conversations and platonic shoulder pats in public, only allowing us to show our true affection behind closed doors. But in a way, this was good. It helped Harry and I establish a good base to our relationship. Since we were only allowed to talk when others could see us, we learned more about each other than we would've if we were like every other disgustingly mushy couple. What with kissing and gazing into each other's eyes, I bet the only thing other couples know about each other is what color eyes they have and what the back of their throat tastes like.

No. It was definitely best this way. And Ron couldn't heckle us about not kissing and all of that. I know he would if he found out we were dating. Dating!

Sometimes I couldn't get over the fact that Harry Potter was mine. Harry Fucking-Gorgeous Potter was mine. And I couldn't be happier.

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It was one week until Christmas break, and Harry and I hadn't stopped seeing each other in private. We normally had to find a secluded corridor or classroom or wait up late in the common room until everyone went to sleep. It was risky, I knew that. But I liked this relationship too much to care. I liked Harry too much. It seemed as if every day I liked Harry more and more, fell deeper and deeper into him.

If I thought I thought he was great at the beginning of the year when he caught me dancing in my knickers, it compared nothing to my feelings for him now. I sighed, doodling little hearts on my homework. My head was propped up on my hand and I stared at the dark blizzard storming outside. I sighed dreamily again. It was late, and I doubted anyone was up. My eyes kept drooping, but Harry was in detention with Snape for who knows what, and I wanted to wait up for him.

I glanced at the old Roman numeral clock to see it was one thirty. I sighed again. It couldn't hurt to rest my head for just a moment…

"Ginny," a voice whispered.

"Hmm…" I mumbled.

"Ginny." I slowly opened my eyes. It was still dark outside. Tired.

My eyes half-closed, I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck, burying my face into his chest. "Hey, Harry," I whispered.

"You're cold," he noticed.

I smiled at him, "I won't be for much longer now that you're here." He stroked my cheek in the gentlest way; I couldn't help but feel my stomach flip over.

He helped me stand up and led me over to the over-stuffed chesterfield in front of the fire.

"So what'd Snape make you do?" I asked Harry, not taking my eyes off of his face. I brushed a soft lock out of his eyes.

He grimaced. "I don't think you want to know."

I laughed lightly, "That bad, huh?"

He nodded, "Worse." Then he smiled at me. "I know what could make it better."

"And what's that?" I asked him.

"This," he said, and he promptly kissed me.

I sighed and kissed him back, so used to his lips. It seemed, though, that every time we kissed I just wanted him more. Either his lips were my heroine, or I was falling for this kid. Hard.

So this chapter is really short, and kind of not the best, but I wrote it tonight when I decided to skip my 3 hour swim practice. Mucho thanks to everyone reading, reviewing, alerting, and faving! Vous etes magnifique! Review again!