Hey everyone! Yay, it's been just over two weeks. That's my fastest update in a while, which is kind of sad. Oh well. It's February break here in Massachusetts hopefully that means more updates or maybe a one-shot. Let's hope that I don't get lazy. Hope you like this chapter. Lots of snogging for you to read about!

~Robin

Disclaimer: If JKR was a teen-age girl who lived in Massachusetts there would be a slim possibility that I was her, but since she isn't, then there is no possibility. It's too bad, isn't it?

Chapter 7

November 2nd 1998

Harry was extremely comfortable. His bed was warm and there was another source of warmth in front of him. He moved his head forward, closer to the warmth and met hair. He opened his eyes and saw the beautiful red hair of Ginny Weasley spread out in front of him. That is when he noticed his headache, and the memory of the night before came rushing back. He opened his eyes wider to see the early morning light coming through the windows of the Gryffindor common room. Nobody was else up yet. It was Sunday, and people were probably going to be sleeping late after the party last night. He pulled Ginny closer to him, breathed in the sent of her hair (which was still wavy from the braid the night before) and quickly fell back to sleep.

It was two hours later when they were both rudely awoken by a shout of shock and anger. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER!" Ron's angry voice shouted from the bottom of the staircase to the boys' dormitories.

Harry and Ginny both jerked awake, their blanket falling off of them, and Harry promptly fell off of the couch they had been sleeping on. Ginny stayed on and rubbed her eyes, looking groggy.

Harry was groggy from sleep, and stupidly answered, "Sleeping..."

"What the hell, Harry!" Ron said, but quieter this time. He was seething. "I come down here to find the two of you cuddled up on the couch, completely wound up in each other! I thought I could trust you."

"Ron, we didn't do anything," Ginny said, now also awake. "We only slept, and you can trust Harry. Plus, I can take care of myself," she added, standing up.

"Gin, it's not that I don't trust Harry, or that I don't believe that you can't take care of yourself," he added quickly, seeing her glare, "it's just what everybody else would say if they saw you sleeping together." Then Ron looked appalled by what he had said.

"Then they'd be complete idiots. We're wearing all of our clothing," Harry said, blushing a brilliant red. Then the thought of Ginny in no clothing appeared in his mind and he quickly started to think about quidditch.

"But, you could have put it back on," Ron countered weakly.

Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed. "Ron, we aren't having sex," she said bluntly. Harry and Ron both blushed scarlet at her words, but Ron also seemed to be calming down. "And if you would actually use your brain, you would remember that Harry and I haven't gone past second base, unlike you, I might add," she reminded him.

"Oh, right." It was Ron's turn to blush.

"Then I think you owe us an apology," Ginny stated.

"Right, sorry," Ron muttered.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to shower and change for the day," she finished, whisking around, her hair flying behind her as she spun off towards the girls' dormitories.

"Sorry about that, mate," Ron said, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's all right. I probably would have assumed that same thing if you were in bed with Hermione," Harry said, patting him on the shoulder.

Ron looked confused. "Well how's that supposed to work?"

"Hermione's like my sister," Harry told him simply.
Then a mass of person hit him from the side. "Do you really think that, Harry?" Hermione's voice asked. She was hugging him tightly.

"Of course I do," Harry said bemusedly. "Why would I have said it if I didn't?"

"To get help on your homework," Hermione teased.

"Oh, well now that I think about it..." he said, but stopped seeing her glare. "I was just teasing," he said.

"I know," she said cheerily, "but I like to see you squirm." Harry stuck his tongue out at her before heading up to his dorm to shower before they went down for breakfast.

November 7th 1998

"Let's work some more on that new maneuver from Wednesday!" Harry called out to the chasers.

They immediately turned together, forming a wedge shape, and rocketed off towards the goals that Ron was hovering in front of. Harry saw Ron lick his lips nervously, but he didn't take his eyes off of Ginny, who was in the lead and holding the quaffle. She passed it back to Demelza, who switched positions with Dean, then passed the ball back to Ginny, who passed it to Dean. They were at the goals now, and Ron was concentrating hard.

They passed it between them as fast as they could, before Demelza (who was now in front) took quick aim at the left goalpost and let it fly. Ron shot off as fast as he could, but Harry saw the quaffle go right through his fingers. He flew over to give them feedback.

"That was brilliant, guys," he told them, grinning. "Even Ron, who's seen the move several times before, wasn't able to keep track of the movement of the quaffle between you. We're a sure win over Ravenclaw next weekend!"

"We are doing pretty good, aren't we?" Ron said confidently. Harry had a feeling that Ron's change in attitude had a lot to do with Hermione, not to mention helping to save the world, and Harry was extremely pleased that his keeper was now confident enough to believe in himself and start saving goals. If they had another season like in sixth year... well it would have been bad, to say the least.

They ran through the drill a few more times until it was too dark to see. Harry guessed that it was probably around nine o'clock and they needed to wrap up. He also wanted some time with Ginny.

"All right guys. Practice is over for today!" Harry called out to the team. Dennis and Peakes (the beaters) were practicing their aim on a target they had set up earlier. It was looking a little beat up now from all the bludger hits, but they were all very close to the center, so Harry was happy. Plus, they could always repair the target, or get a new one. It was better to have a beat-up target with lots of hits, than one that didn't get any hits on it. It showed that his beaters were actually good.

"Good job today guys," he said to his beaters. "Next time we'll enchant the targets to move so you can practice on a moving target instead." He then turned to talk to the whole team. "Ravenclaw's team isn't looking too good this year, so I don't think that we have too much to worry about. They have a good keeper, and one of their chasers is brilliant, but without the rest of the team being terrific, they won't have a chance."

"We'll win this for sure, Harry," Dennis told him. He smiled at the fifth year, who was really a different person from his older brother.

"Yeah, Dennis. I'm pretty sure about that," Harry told him. "Good work everyone. Next practice is after dinner on Monday."

The team all touched down and went to the locker rooms to shower and change before they went back up to the castle.

After they had all showered, and joined back up in the changing room, they teased and joked around some, splashing each other with the water from their hair, or throwing the wet towels at each other. Soon, everybody had left except for Harry and Ginny. Even Ron had left, probably to find Hermione. Harry was surprised that he had been willing to leave Harry and Ginny alone for a possibility of more than a minute

"Hey, Gin. You ready to go?" Harry asked. He didn't see her in the main room and thought that she might have been in the bathroom or putting her broom away.

What he didn't expect was for her arms to snake around his waist from behind and pull him backwards. "But it's so nice in here. Nobody here to bother us. Ron is gone, left to find Hermione. We're all alone," she whispered seductively into his ear, while stroking his chest with her fingertips.

"We have work to do, though," Harry said weakly. Yeah, he had wanted alone time with Ginny, but he would prefer it to be somewhere else.

"It's a Friday. We have all weekend for work, and no practice again until Monday. We've got plenty of time," she said. She was now in front of him, as close as possible. That was when he noticed that she was only wearing sweatpants and a sports bra.

"Gin," he moaned.

"Yes?" she asked innocently, breathing onto his face. Their lips were so close and she quickly closed the distance between them.

He immediately forgot why he had been so reluctant. His lips moved with hers, his hands tracing circles on her bare stomach. One of her hands wound itself into his hair and pulled gently, causing Harry to moan. He moved one of his hands up to her bra, cupping her breast. She moaned this time and moved hers to the hem of his shirt. She pulled it upwards and their lips disconnected so that he could pull it off over his head. It lay discarded off to the side as they pressed even more firmly together. Her legs wrapped around his waist until he was fully supporting her weight as their tongues danced between their mouths.

Her sweet taste was filling his mouth, but his lungs began to burn and he came up for air. She quickly recaptured his mouth and their tongues wound and danced even more. Then she released his lips, instead kissing his chest and neck. Quidditch had done him well, and she had never been more grateful for its existence. He brought her lips back up to his again and kissed her even more forcefully, bringing her up against the wall. When she started gasping for air he released her lips and kissed her neck and collarbone, eliciting moans from her until she pulled his head back up to her mouth.

Harry didn't know how much longer they were snogging, but he heard the door slam open and a "BLOODY HELL!" from a familiar voice.

Harry immediately took his mouth off of Ginny's, backed up from the wall, and put Ginny down. She looked unabashedly into the face of her older brother. In fact, she looked angry. "What, Ronald? I'm not aloud to snog my boyfriend anymore?" she asked him. She was using a very calm voice that Harry recognized as a bad sign. Ginny was always more angry when she didn't sound like it.

"NOT LIKE THAT!" Ron roared, glaring at Harry.

"Ron, in case you haven't noticed, we still have most of our clothing on," Harry pointed out. This was apparently a bad idea, as Ron now took the time to notice that Harry had no shirt, and Ginny had only her sports bra on on top.

"Your only wearing a bra," Ron yelped, turning to Ginny.

"Yes, and it's a sports bra," she said. "It covers a lot more than most do. Plus, I'm sure you've been around when Hermione is wearing less than this, SO STOP BEING SUCH A BLOODY HYPOCRITE!" Ginny yelled the last bit, shaking with her anger, and reaching for her wand.

Ron saw this movement and backed up. He looked scared, and Harry didn't blame him. Ginny was formidable at most times, but when she was angry, that was bad news for whoever she was angry with. "I-I'll just g-go then," Ron finished, before running out the door.

"Now, where were we then?" Ginny asked, turning back to Harry.

"Gin, maybe we should go back," Harry said slowly.

"Don't worry. He won't come back. He knows to stay away when I'm mad" she reassured him, but he wasn't convinced. Unfortunately for Harry's control, she pounced on him again and continued to snog him senseless. He was forced (not all-that unwillingly) to respond just as enthusiastically. He was a teen-age boy, after all, even if he was the savior of the wizarding world.

Ron was still trying to shake the image of his sister's legs wrapped around his best mate's waist, but couldn't manage it. It just kept coming back. Even as he stepped through the portrait hole and sat down next to Hermione the image was still burned into his retinas. "Ugh. They're always snogging," he complained.

"They're a couple. They snog," Hermione said, not even needing to ask who he was talking about. Ginny and Harry were the only couple he ever complained about snogging.

"Yeah, but they don't have to do it in public," he moaned.

"Where did you just find them?" Hermione asked, turning to face her boyfriend.

"In the Gryffindor changing room," he said.

"Ron! That is not a public place! It was probably empty and then you decided that they had been gone too long and went to find them! Didn't you?" she yelled.

Ron shrunk visibly under her glare. "Well, maybe," he started, "but I also forgot my keeping gloves," he added, after seeing the anger rising in her eyes. It may have looked damn sexy, but he didn't want his face and arms to be pecked by a bunch a manic birds that she conjured and set on him like she had in sixth year. He had been forced to go to the hospital wing to get them all healed.

"Ronald," she complained, "you are such an idiot." But, luckily for Ron, the anger was now gone from her eyes. "I know somewhere much more public anyway," she said, leaning in to kiss him. He wanted to insist that they go somewhere else, but as always, the feel of her lips on his left him speechless and unable to form coherent thoughts.

"Mmm, Hermione," he groaned as he pushed her down onto the couch, still in full sight of a room full of spectators, most of whom were ignoring them.

Harry broke his lips away from Ginny and looked at the clock. "Crap, Gin! It's almost ten!" he shouted.

"But that means we have to go back," she whined.

Harry laughed at his girlfriend, who was currently crushed between him and a wall of lockers. "Yeah, but don't worry, we can take snog breaks on our way up," he promised, still chortling.

"Ah, you come up with the best ideas," she told him, kissing him gently once more before he stepped back. They located pulled on their shirts, wanting to look presentable while walking through the castle. It wasn't a good idea to walk shirt-less through the corridors with Filch on the prowl.

"Let's go," Harry said, reaching for her hand. She took it and they slowly walked back up to the castle.

They snogged under a tree for a minute at one point, and then a little in the entrance hall. Then they reached one of the secret corridors and Harry pushed Ginny up against the wall, crushing his lips to hers. Their tongues were touching almost immediately and their hands were up each other's shirts within a minute.

Then, Harry heard a noise. It was a kind of shuffling, coming from one end of the passage-way. "Shit. We've got to run, Gin. That sounds like Filch," he said, breaking away from her.

She listened for a second. "Damn. You're right. Let's go," she said, pulling him down to the other end.

"I'm always right," Harry said cheekily.

"Prat," Ginny said, smacking the back of his head. "Now let's go."

"Um, maybe I should lead," Harry suggested. Ginny had just lead them closer to the sounds of footsteps, and Harry swore that he had seen Mrs. Norris disappear around a corner. "I know more of the secret passage-ways."

"Right, that's the only reason," she smirked.

"While, I think you're bringing us closer to Filch, Gin," he said carefully.

"Oops," she said, giggling slightly.

As Harry lead them through the winding corridors of the castle and up several staircases, they stayed as completely silent as possible, not wanting to catch Filch's attention again. After a few minutes of walking through the winding passages of Hogwarts, they reached the Fat Lady's portrait, said the password (Wulfric) and hurried inside.

Harry quickly scanned the room, looking for Ron and Hermione. He didn't notice them until he and Ginny got close to their usual couch looked over the edge of it. They were snogging. Passionately. "Well look who's a bloody hypocrite," Harry said smugly.

Ron and Hermione's lips separated with what Harry was certain must have been a quiet squelching noise. "Shove off, mate," Ron grumbled, but he sat up, pulling Hermione up with him. She cuddled against his chest.

"Well at least we weren't in public view of all of Gryffindor," Ginny snorted scathingly.

"What can you do?" Ron shrugged. "You just wish that I would stop walking in on you."

"Really. What gave you that idea?" Ginny asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Please stop arguing. Ron promises not to try to find you when he thinks that you two are snogging, if you promise not to snog so much in public," Hermione, ever the one for compromises, suggested.

"Fine," both Ron and Ginny said at the same time. Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes at them.

"Alright. Should we do some work before we go to bed?" Ginny asked.

"Nah. We've got all weekend," Ron said, yawning. "I'm going to bed. Your practice tired me out," he accused Harry.

"Yeah, and maybe snogging Hermione," Harry muttered to him. Ron just shrugged, grinning.

"You two are impossible," Hermione sighed.

"But you love us anyway," Harry said cheekily.

"I suppose I do," she admitted. "Now why don't you go to bed so Ginny and I can have so girl talk?"

"Well, if the other option is girl talk, I think I will opt for bed," Harry grimaced. "Night, Gin," he said, kissing her lightly.

"Night. Love you," she told him.

"Love you too."

"Alright, enough gooey stuff. Let's just go to bed," Ron groaned.

"You didn't have to wait for me," Harry huffed as he followed Ron up to their dormitory.

"I didn't want it to go too far," Ron said. Harry punched him in the arm and Ron grinned at him.

"You're a git, you know that?" Harry asked.

"Sure do," Ron nodded.

"Ugh," Harry groaned. "Just go to bed," he said, starting to change into his pajamas.

"Will do," Ron said, waving as he hopped into bed. Harry just rolled his eyes at his best mate's antics. They were best mates, but Ron really did get downright annoying sometimes.

"Good job getting rid of the guys, Hermione," Ginny said. "Are you ready for our almost-weekly girl time now?"

"I'm always ready." Hermione laughed at Ginny's name for what she just considered 'girl time'.

"Okay then, so what's up with you and Ron?" Ginny asked.

Hermione blushed.

"What did you two do?" Ginny asked suspiciously.

"Oh, alright, come here," Hermione said, gesturing to her and looking around the room. She leaned over to Ginny, cupped her hands around the other girls ear, and breathed, "he saw me without my bra on."

"No way!" Ginny shouted.

"Shut up," Hermione groaned, pressing her face into a pillow. "And yes, he did."

"Did he seem happy?" Ginny asked curiously.

"I suppose so. He wouldn't stop staring," Hermione shrugged.

"That would be a yes then," Ginny smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and changed the subject. "What have you and Harry done recently?"

"Not much," Ginny shrugged. "Snogging, talking, more snogging, our usual. Um, we slept on the couch together the night after the dance," Ginny said.

"So that's why Ron was so angry," Hermione groaned.

"I guess so," Ginny shrugged. "Hear anything about Parvati and Dean lately?"

"Not really. I'm not that much of a gossip, so I don't talk to her and Lavender much. They gossip way too much in my opinion," Hermione complained.

"Well thank god you aren't that bad," Ginny said. "If you were, I don't know if I could stand being friends with you."

"Ugh. Same to you," Hermione said, giggling. "I can't stand the girls who just sit around giggling and gossiping about other girls all day."

"You realize that that's basically exactly what we're doing right now," Ginny pointed out.

"Of course, but we don't do this all the time," Hermione said defensively.

"I know," Ginny shrugged. She leaned back into her armchair, head on one arm, the crook of her knees over the other. "I'm exhausted," she yawned.

"You could go to sleep you know," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"I think I might," Ginny said, standing up. "You coming?"

"Nah. I want to finish this essay for Snape," Hermione said, leaning over a piece of parchment on the paper and picking up her quill.

"Only you would want to finish an essay due the next Thursday on the Friday night after it was assigned," Ginny said, rolling her eyes before covering another yawn.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ginny. "Think of it this way. If I finish it now, I get to sleep late tomorrow and then sit around well the rest of you finish it and bother you," she explained.

"Okay, when you put it that way it sounds sort of fun, but I'm tired and am going to go to sleep," Ginny said pointedly.

"Night, then," Hermione said, looking back to her essay and crossing few words out.

Ginny thought for a second until a truly evil and delicious thought crept into her head. "Hey," she started to ask, "do you think I could sneak into bed with Harry?"

Hermione looked at her, eyebrows raised. "You just want to bother Ron, don't you?"

"Well, partially," Ginny started and Hermione smirked, "but I also like sleeping next to Harry. It's... nice."

"Right," Hermione said, still smirking.

"Oh shut up," Ginny said, blushing. "I'm going up. You have fun finishing your essay."

"I will. You have fun with Harry," Hermione said vaguely.

"I will," Ginny promised, heading for the boys' staircase.

Ginny walked quietly up the spiraling stairway, and opened the door slowly. Their were only three beds with people in them. Ron's, Harry's, and Seamus'. Neville and Dean were probably hanging out with their respective girlfriends. She tip-toed over to Harry's bed, carefully avoiding the piles of dirty clothes and trash scattered around the room and stopped by the edge of the bed. She carefully pulled back the bed clothes before climbing in in front of Harry. She was very pleased to find that his arms automatically reached around her and pulled her back against his chest, spooning her. She snuggled even deeper into his embrace, and closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes, a listless smile gracing her lips.

She didn't care if Ron found them that way, she realized. After all, this was, most definitely, the best way to sleep.

In fact, when Ron did find them in the morning, he wasn't really that mad. He grumbled a bit, sure. He had to show the protective older brother side, but he wasn't angry. For one thing, he knew that Harry hadn't invited her up, since he was just as surprised to find her there as Ron was. For another, he was actually a little upset that he didn't have the guts to climb into bed with Hermione, even though his sister obviously had the guts to join Harry. He did, however, write to his brothers about it.

Well wasn't that a fun chapter? I just love the sibling drama. It's fun to write arguments, and I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself. (It's probably because I have lots of them, being an argumentative person.) Please review and tell me what you think. And keep an eye on my page, I might have a new little something up for you soon!

Oh, and a fun fact: My brother bought a hamster today! I came up with the name Sock for her, but then accidentally called her Scout. So now, her name is Scout.