Ginny woke up the next day with a wicked cramp in her neck. Grumbling incomprehensibly about evil pillows and malevolent bed springs she stood under the shower. Every other girl in her dorm had a tendency to sing in the shower, she preferred to belt out all the things that were wrong in her life; although her life was pretty sweet right now. She grinned as she remembered last night. She pressed a hand to her lips in wonder; this whole thing with Harry seemed so... surreal.

Harry stared intently at the girl's dormitory staircase. It was nearing ten in the morning, breakfast would be over in an hour, and Ginny still hadn't come down. Ron whacked him upside his head.

"Ow!"

"Stop staring after her, mate. She doesn't wake 'till noon on weekends."

Harry glared at Ron, "I wasn't staring after her!"

Ron rolled his eyes, "Sure. Stare all you want mate, just don't do anything."

Just as Harry was about to retaliate, Hermione cut in, "As amusing as this is, I'm hungry. We're going to breakfast."

"But Ginny's not down ye –"

Hermione shook her head, "Ron's right, Harry. Ginny sleeps 'till 12."

Harry sighed...

All during breakfast he kept looking around for Ginny. Later, when he was in the common room doing homework, he looked for her, his search proved to be futile. Finally, halfway through lunch, she bounced into the great hall. Politely asking the girl next to him to move over, she flounced onto the seat. She pressed a soft kiss to the side of Harry's mouth.

"Morning, Harry. Hermione. Ron." She nodded at each one of them. Murmuring 'good morning', Harry watched her, mesmerised, as she leaned forward and grabbed an omelette, cut it, and raised the fork to her mouth. They were squashed in so close to each other that every time she moved he could feel the muscles in her thigh rippling against him. She stopped mid-bite, looked at him, swallowed and quirked an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

He blushed, "Nothing."

Ginny grinned, "Right."

Harry, still red, went back to his breakfast, consequently not noticing the amused look Ron and Hermione shared.

Ginny's day was fine, up to this point. She was sitting next to Harry in the courtyard, half-heartedly doing homework, and having a quiet conversation when Malfoy strolled up to them.

"How's your girlfriend, Potter?"

Harry glared at him. "Fuck off, Malfoy."

Ginny bowed her head over her transfiguration essay, deciding that she trusted Harry to keep his head.

Malfoy laughed and turned his attention to her, "So, tell me Weasley, who're you going to bag after Potter? At the rate you're going you'll have the whole of Hogwarts done by summer."

Ginny shrugged; her face the perfect mask of boredom. She turned her head a bit so that she could see Harry's reaction. He was clutching his quill so hard his knuckles were white.

Malfoy continued, "We should call you the Slut of –"

Harry was quick to draw his wand, but Ginny was quicker. Her fingers closed around his wrist, gently rubbing his hand. She slowly pulled his arm down. When she sensed he was calm she let go.

Malfoy smirked, "Already protective... Tell me Potter, is she good in bed?" Receiving no answer he continued, "Tell you what, send her around when you're done; I might have a go with her."

In spite of herself, Ginny turned red. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing, but her voice monotonous, she said, as if she was tremendously bored with the proceedings, "Done Malfoy? Or have you got other witty comments up your arse?"

He leaned in close to her and Harry jerked up, she enclosed her fingers around his wrist again.

"Watch it, slut. Potter won't always be here to protect you and –"

Harry stood up so quickly that he pulled her up with him, "Piss off, ferret." Harry bumped his shoulder violently against Malfoy as they strode past him.

Harry seethed the rest of the day. He barked at anyone who so much as looked at him, and barely talked. Hermione and Ron assured him that Malfoy was a git and he was right in not hexing him (he didn't need any more detentions), but that only seemed to enrage him further. Finally, Ginny, fed up with his constant brooding, dragged him outside for another walk around the Black Lake, and a much needed talk.

CLIFFHANGER! ...Rofl...

Kinda short... but i think a 3rd chapter is underway. excuse the language here... :) This story will only be a couple chapters long. The chapters are just gna be about the wonderful evenings Harry and Ginny spent tucked away at a corner of a lake... They'll contain some fluff and maybe some problems that the new couple might go through... nothing else really. Nothing spectacular. Read, Review and Enjoy!

Love,

Qtip.