It was a week after Harry had arrived when Ron almost caught us together. Harry and I decided to go play some quidditch together, but we got a little detracted when we went into the broom shed. The second that we were finally alone together, I threw my arms around Harry's shoulders and pressed my lips against his. As we deepened the kiss, I felt electricity flow through my body and with my eyes closed, I couldn't stop seeing firecrackers going off. It felt amazing to be wrapped up in his arms. We had so much love for each other, neither of us was sure of what we should do with it. We hadn't gone past snogging yet, seeing as how we barely had enough time to be alone, but I felt like because of the love we have for each other, that we weren't that far from going past the already set boundaries.

So after about twenty minutes of snogging in the broom shed, guess who opens the door, none other than my idiot brother Ronald Billius Weasley. Harry and I quickly separated from each other and grabbed our brooms and headed out to the field, leaving Ron standing outside the broom shed with wide eyes.

Just as Harry and I are getting onto our brooms, Ron finally comes out of his stare and comes over towards us in a rush.

"WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING?" Ron screamed.

"Ron, calm down. We went to get our brooms, but somehow the door locked once we were inside. And Harry was a little claustrophobic, so he wasn't breathing right, so I had to give him mouth to mouth," I came up with as I racked my brain for excuses that Ron would easily believe.

"Wait, since when has Harry been claustrophobic? What does claustrophobic even mean?" Ron asked. Sometimes I wonder how he even passed First year, let alone his Fifth year.

"Claustrophobia is when someone is afraid of small spaces. So therefore, Harry here, started to hyperventilate and I had to give him mouth to mouth. And he's always been claustrophobic, it's just that most of the time he don't really show it," I said. By this point, I looked over at Harry, who was trying to keep himself from laughing. Of course I knew that he wasn't really claustrophobic, but big words can confuse Ron easily and add a crazy made up story and he's completely gullible.

"Oh, what does hyperventilate mean?" Ron asked. So I guess when I put two big words in on statement, it makes him forget was we had just been talking about.

"Go ask someone else. We're going up in the air for a fly, so leave us alone and get someone else to tell you what hyperventilate means," I responded. At this point I was just getting frustrated with him. The wind was at a perfect speed for flying and my idiot brother was preventing me from enjoying it, while my secret boyfriend was trying not to laugh the whole time. I just wanted him to leave us alone, it's as if he doesn't understand anything.

"Fine," Ron said. He then rushed back towards the house in search of a human dictionary, because we all know that Ron would never even think about opening a dictionary, let alone a book. He probably doesn't even know what a dictionary is.

I turned to Harry, to find him laughing on the ground, his face was red, almost the shade of my hair. "Harry, get off the ground," I said. I pulled him up by his arms and got him standing in front of me.

"Gin, that was just hilarious," He said in between laughing. "What made you come up with that story?"

"Well, I had to come up with something at the last minute. And you weren't saying anything," I said as I stared at him.

"Fine, we're now even. But really, claustrophobia, what made you come up with that?" He asked.

"It was the first big word that would help to not only confuse him but to also make a little sense concerning the situation that we were in earlier. I wasn't just going to tell him that we were snogging to see if he believed me. Either he would think I was joking or he would believe me and kill you and I really don't want you dead. So I was basically saving both of our lives," I said. "Now, let's get up into the air, the wind feels so good and I really want to fly. And plus, I need to practice before we go back to school. We both know that you're going to end up being the Gryffindor Quidditch Caption, so I need to practice so that you put me on the team."

"Well, you're already one of the best chaser's I've seen and I don't think there will be a problem with your chances of getting on the team. If I had the power, you would already be on the team as my head chaser. And the head chaser and seeker would be in charge of putting the equipment away every single practice," Harry said as he winked at me.

"Well, since you say that I don't need the quidditch practice, is there anything else that I could be practicing?" I asked.

"Well, I know what we both could practice, but this isn't the place to practice it. Do you know of a secluded area where no one could find us?" He said.

"I just happen to know the perfect place, but you'll have to follow me to it first," I said. With that, I raced off into the sky, with Harry trailing behind me. At that moment, I was so happy, that I found myself not even caring if someone were to wonder why we've gotten so close. Harry means so much to me, that I would do anything to help keep him happy. He's gone through so much hi his life, he deserves some happiness.