When Ginny awoke she thought she must have dreamt the whole thing and that at any moment Angelina was going to get her up for Quidditch practice. That was until she felt someone laying next to her.
She opened her eyes and immediately blinked. Had she really just seen what she thought she saw? 'Yes,' her mind told her.
She opened her eyes again, seeing those brilliant green eyes of her dreams staring back into hers. But this wasn't a dream, her mind told her.
She blinked once again, before looking back into those emerald pools. She now noticed the worry etched into them.
Then it hit her, what they had done that very morning. 'Oh Merlin, what was I thinking?' she asked herself. 'Mums going to kill me! My brothers are going to kill Harry!' she thought, sitting up and unconsciously grabbing Harry's hand. She closed her eyes, trying to remember what had happened.
"I'm sorry Gin," Harry said, his eyes looking downwards, "I should have had more control. I mean this could be anyone's room that we're in, and there's the fact that your family are going to murder us!"
"Don't worry Harry, I'm sure they won't all kill us. Mum'll certainly kill me for corrupting you and behaving like a scarlet woman, and my brothers will kill you for corrupting me and turning me into a scarlet woman, all apart from the twins, they'll probably just prank you, and Dad will think it's a bit soon, but be fine with it as long as it makes me happy."
"That's one thing I love about you," Harry chuckled, "your wicked sense of humour."
Ginny made as if to slap him, but Harry just ducked out of the way.
"So where are we?" he asked, looking around the room. "This place had better not be McGonagall's," he shuddered at the idea.
"Remember I told you, this is Gryffindor's secret bedchamber. Come on Mr Potter, let's get dressed and then we can do some exploring," she said, pulling him up off the bed with her. Kissing her husband, she started to pick up their clothes.
They ended up wearing only their robes, both amazed at how comfortable they were with their nakedness around each other.
They looked through the door to the left and found the bathroom. Then they tried the other doors, one a closet, the other a large, comfortable, sitting room.
They entered the room nervously looking for any sign of recent occupation. When they had gone over the entire room, and still found nothing, they decided to look in yet another room.
When they entered this next room , their nostrils were assailed by the heavenly scent of food. This room, it turned out, was the dining room. The room had a large oak table with gold plates and cutlery. The table was nearly full to bursting with food.
Harry and Ginny suddenly realised that it must be well past lunchtime, not that it mattered if it wasn't, they thought as their stomachs suddenly growled with hunger.
Harry, having a sudden flash of inspiration, called out, "Dobby?" There was a pop and Dobby appeared in front of them, wearing a pillowcase.
"Lord and Lady Potter is wanting something from Dobby?" he asked in his usual squeaky voice.
"Uh, yeah Dobby," Harry answered, slightly taken aback by the House Elf's new form of addressing them. "We were wondering if you knew what this place is, and also how we can get in and out," Harry said, gesturing around at the room.
"We House Elves are sending food here every mealtime, and are keeping it tidy. We have been doing this since Hogwarts was founded, it is tradition. Come with Dobby and he will show you the way out."
They followed Dobby back into the sitting room, where he opened another door. They saw, as they entered, that this was an entrance hall. With cloak hooks and umbrella stands.
When they looked, though, they could not see another door, only a large fireplace. In fact you could say that the fireplace was too large for this size of room. Though both knew that they had never been here before, Harry and Ginny could not shake the idea that they recognized the fireplace.
Dobby led them over to the fire. "This is what you is wanting," Dobby said, pointing them towards the fire. "All Harry Potter and his Missus Ginny has to do is to walk through the fire, down the staircase and through the other fire at the bottom.
Harry thanked Dobby and asked him who lived here.
"No one lives here at the moment, Harry Potter, but this was Gryffindor's private suite, long ago."
"Dobby, would it be okay if Ginny and I had our lunch here?" Harry asked, not feeling up to facing everyone else. Surely the ministry had some way of knowing when people were married. Then there was the Weasley family clock would no doubt show Ginny's change of name to Potter, alerting the ever worrying Molly to what they had done. He'd rather die on a full stomach.
"Yes Harry Potter, Dobby would be proud to serve you dinner here whenever you's be wanting it." Dobby was now grinning widely as though it was the greatest thing imaginable to serve Harry Potter and his wife.
"Oh, well would you like to work for us permanently Dobby?" Ginny asked, ignoring the look from Harry.
"Dobby would like that, yes Dobby would!" He exclaimed, tears streaming down his face. He hugged Harry and then Ginny around the knees, nearly knocking them both over.
They ate their lunch, a pleasant meal of all their favourites, touching their bare ankles to each other in order to remain in contact, before finally deciding to go downstairs. They walked though the fireplace in the hall, feeling the warm flames licking at them slightly though not burning them, and down the spiral staircase to another fire. This one however was approached from the side, meaning that they couldn't see though it, into the room beyond.
Harry and Ginny crept towards it now hearing voices on the other side. They poked their heads out, into the back of the fire, so that their faces were hidden in the shadows. They looked out over a common room filled, it seemed, with angry red heads. Harry gulped.