A/N: This is unbetaed. I will change it once I get it back from my beta deadwoodpecker. Thanks to her for everything she does to help me. Thanks to all who read and to those who also take the time to review!

Chapter Two- The Talk

Once the raging hormones had cleared his system, Harry glanced down at Ginny. He was shocked by what had just happened and he couldn't help but stare. Her hair rained over her shoulders covering her breasts like Lady Godiva's supposedly did on her famous ride. He watched as it moved in time with her breathing. Harry couldn't see much else from this position, but he felt her cuddle closer as if trying to merge into one body.

"Um, Gin?" Harry wanted to get her attention, but not at the same time.

"Hmm?" Ginny tried to lift her head, but it fell back into the hollow between Harry's jaw and shoulder. How was he supposed to take that reaction? Was she asleep? No, she couldn't be, right? It was about this time that Harry realized exactly how cold and hard the floor was on his posterior. But now he had to figure out how to move to some place more comfortable.

"Ginny? Don't you think we should talk?" Harry asked almost in a whisper, forgetting that there was no one around to hear them.

Ginny picked her head up from his chest, looked him square in the face and smiled the most beautiful smile Harry had ever seen. Harry had a fleeting thought that if anyone epitomized the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, it would be Ginny right now. He tucked her hair behind her ears and just stared into her warm brown eyes. How had he missed how beautiful she was? His thumbs softly stroked her cheeks. Her skin was so soft. His eyes were drawn to her lips. Those lips were just made to be kissed. He couldn't resist and leaned down to gently place a kiss on them.

"Harry? I'm not dreaming, right? I mean, this is really you and not some Polyjuiced impostor?" Ginny looked incredulous while questioning. Harry grinned at her while stroking her jaw with one hand.

"Yes, Gin. I'm really me. Let's see- a way to prove it to you." He thought about it for a minute before saying, "Okay, I told you that both Riddle and the Basilisk were taken care of in the Chamber of Secrets while we were on our way to join up with Ron."

Ginny pinched herself before looking up at Harry again. Her mouth dropped open. Harry didn't know what to think at this. He took in every detail about her face and even swept his gaze down that very delectable body she had. Man, our robes hide things well. Judging by the look on her face, Ginny was very confused. She stood up and slipped on her robes before turning around to face Harry, who had taken a moment to slide on his trousers.

"Harry, did you lure me here to do this?" Ginny's forehead was scrunched as it always did when she was trying to figure things out. Harry stood to rub his thumb over the crinkles to straighten them out.

"I didn't intend to do this. I was planning on kissing you and leaving with you still blindfolded. But once I started kissing you, I couldn't stop myself from tasting your skin on your neck. Did you know that it drives me wild when your hair from your ponytail caresses your neck when you fly? Then you placed my hands on… well, your chest and my brain just kind of clicked off. I guess you could say my hormones took over." Harry ran his hand back and forth through his hair during this spiel. "Gin, what about Dean?"

"Dean who? Oh, you mean the jerk who was kissing Parvati when I left the common room? He was history the moment his lips were placed on someone else's. He just doesn't realize it yet." Harry smirked at this answer and wanted to just say 'good riddance', but why would Dean be so stupid as to kiss someone other than Ginny? His eyes widened as he had a sinking feeling that he knew why. But how did the others find out?

"Gin, did Dean say why he was kissing Parvati?" Harry almost visibly cringed waiting for the answer. He was glad that Ginny was not paying close attention to him when she started ranting about Dean's response.

"He said some nonsense about it being Kissing Friday, whatever in the hell that means." Ginny started to pace around the room, continuing unaware that Harry was not even remotely paying her any attention. Harry had frozen when he heard Ginny's answer. Hermione was going to kill him. She was utterly going to kill him, but he had no idea how anyone had found out about Kissing Friday. Thinking about Hermione led to him thinking about Ron, who was going to kill him for another reason entirely. Ron, who was so protective over Ginny ever since second year, was going to hex his bits into nothingness for what he had done. How in Merlin's name would he ever explain what had just happened to his best mate? Better not explain. Maybe he should start making escape plans in case he needed them. Carry his invisibility cloak with him at all times and his Firebolt shrunken as well.

Ginny broke through these thoughts with a snap of her fingers in front of his face. "Oh, so you've finally decided to rejoin me here in the Room of Requirement, have you? What are you thinking about, Potter?" Harry looked at her to realize that he had made a huge mistake thinking that his murder would only take place once he returned to the common room. Her hair was swirling around her body as she looked through narrowed eyes at him. It was such a cliché, but she really was so cute with all that emotion brilliantly displayed on her face.

He stepped up to her and framed her face with his hands. Lowering his lips to hers, he whispered, "How incredibly beautiful you are." After a few seconds of kissing her, Ginny pushed him away from her.

"That doesn't get you out of explaining, Harry. You were thinking about something when I mentioned Kissing Friday. What?" Ginny questioned him.

"Well," Harry looked away to avoid seeing how she was going to take this information. He didn't want to know if this would change her feelings about Dean. "Kissing Friday is a Muggle holiday where boys can kiss girls on the Friday after Ash Wednesday and not get in trouble."

"Oh, really? And just how is that supposed to work?" Ginny asked in a mocking tone. Harry glanced at her to see that her arms were crossed with that glorious hip of hers poked out to the side and her foot tapping.

"Well, apparently, the guy can just kiss a girl regardless of whether she is in a relationship or not. He's not supposed to get in trouble and he's not supposed to be rejected either." Harry felt like he was giving her a reason to go back to Dean, which was the last thing he wanted to do. Yet, he couldn't keep her from Dean if that was who she really wanted. Harry didn't want any sort of lie, even those by omission between them.

Ginny marched over to him and grabbed his face between her hands. She looked him straight in the eyes- brown scrutinizing green. "Did you really think that you had to wait until a day you couldn't get in trouble or be rejected?"

"What?" Harry's mind was reeling. Did she just say what he thought she did? He wanted to shake his head to clear it, but her hands were too firmly attached to his cheeks for him to move. He felt like a Quaffle she was defending from the other team.

"Harry James Potter, did you really think that I would reject you? I've always had feelings for you." Ginny's face was full of wonder and bewilderment at the same time. She backed away clearly unsure of how he was going to take this response.

"But…But Hermione said you gave up on me." Harry was truly puzzled by this turn of events. Here he was thinking that she was going to go back to Dean and now she's got feelings for him?

"Harry, I got tired of waiting for you to figure out that I'm a girl. So I decided to have a little fun until you came to your senses. At least I hoped you would come to your senses." Ginny had started fidgeting with a bracelet she had on her wrist. Harry reached out to grab her hand.

"Gin, I'm sorry that I didn't treat you like a girl. Honestly, I knew you were one, but I wouldn't have known what to do with you any way."

"I think your actions today belie that opinion, Harry." Harry felt the heat creep up his neck and to his cheeks. Ginny started to giggle at the sight. He ducked his head until Ginny forced it up.

"I'm sorry to embarrass you. Will you continue please?" she asked quietly.

"I was just going to say that I've realized that you were a girl all year. Well, really since the end of last year. You were so brave at the Department of Mysteries. While I was focused on finding and saving Sirius, I couldn't help but notice how… well, sexy you were wielding your wand and fighting. But then on the train ride back, you mentioned that you had chosen Dean. So what was I supposed to do? This year you have been dating Dean this whole time. I couldn't come between you," Harry said in a rather emotionless voice.

"So what changed? Why now? You can't expect me to believe that it is simply because you discovered Kissing Friday." Ginny tilted her head and looked at Harry with a penetrating look on her face.

Harry looked away and answered, "Actually it is. Hermione discovered the custom a little over a week ago. I figured then that I could kiss you and if Dean asked me about it, I could use the excuse of Kissing Friday. I could also use the excuse with you if you found out who I was, but I was really trying to plan it so that you wouldn't."

"But wouldn't the girl need to know the custom in order for there to be no rejection or punishment?" Ginny wondered aloud.

"Like I told you before, I was planning on kissing you and leaving you blindfolded. You wouldn't have been able to reject or punish because you wouldn't have known who it was," Harry said rather morosely.

"Ah," Ginny responded with upraised eyebrows. "So what now?"

"I don't know. Are you going back to Dean now that you know about Kissing Friday?" Harry answered.

"No," Ginny scoffed. "For all I know, he's been using it as an excuse to kiss anyone in the common room. I don't want to date someone like that."

"So then I guess you wouldn't want to date me as I used it as an excuse to kiss you." Harry continued to look at the floor with his head down.

Ginny's eyes widened. "That's not what I said. Harry, look at me. Don't you understand how incredibly wanted you made me feel today? You set all of this up to be able to kiss me, little Ginny Weasley, your best mate's sister. Answer me this- have you kissed anyone else today?"

"No," Harry shook his head.

"Why not?" Ginny said with a calculating look as well as a smirk on her face.

"Well, I don't want to kiss anyone else," Harry felt repugnance at the very idea of kissing anyone else. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"And that's why I want to date you. Because you want me and only me, unlike others who shall remain nameless." Harry's head snapped up at this. He knew that he probably had a stupid look on his face, but he could not contain his amazement. He felt a smile spread across his face before his next thought had it sliding off again.

"Um, Gin, what shall we do about Dean and Ron, though? I mean, I don't think either one will take this very well." Ginny seemed to think it over for a minute before getting a slightly mischievous look in her eyes and smile on her face. She nodded her head as she bit her lip apparently going over her plan.

"Gin, what have you come up with?"

"Well, we just keep this relationship under wraps until it's time to go public. I mean, we can sneak around, right?" she said with a bright smile. Seeing that particular smile had Harry contemplating resuming their earlier activities.

"Why, certainly, we can," Harry said before taking her in his arms and kissing her once more.