A/N: Okay, I'm sure you're going to say haven't I read this before? You have the first part. But I added quite a bit more to it. Thanks to Jonelle for being a fabulous beta! Oh and if you're also following CoP, you might be wondering about the production that has been coming from me. If you couldn't tell, school's out, which frees my mind up for my writing. *grin* More writing time= more chapters posted. Thanks to all who read and most especially those who review. The reviews make me smile!

Kissing Friday

Chapter 5- Weasley Thoughts

February 20

After breaking up with Lavender, Ron decided to make it a point to study in the library as much as he could without prompting from Hermione. He figured that maybe he could redeem himself in her eyes by actually putting some effort into his schoolwork. Plopping down at the other end of the table from where Hermione was working on a Transfiguration paper, he pulled out his Potions book. Ron surreptitiously glanced down at Hermione. She was still ignoring him like she had been since their kiss. Hermione hadn't even acknowledged that he had broken up with Lavender. He heaved a huge sigh and wondered why he cared so much about what Hermione thought of him.

Trying to focus on his Potions, he got sidetracked again when he glanced over at Hermione. She had her lower lip trapped between her teeth in a look of fierce concentration. He remembered the feel of those lips on his. Kissing Hermione had been so different from kissing Lavender. Lavender's kisses were very wet and left Ron feeling like he needed a towel to wipe his face. Hermione, on the other hand… Well, an area of his body needed a towel after her kiss and it wasn't his face.

"Ron, why are you here?" Hermione asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. She was tapping the end of the quill against her paper, not even realizing that she was leaving small dots all over her parchment.

"Why I'm here to study, Hermione. There are several potions that I need to revise as I'm not quite sure which order to put the ingredients into the cauldron," he grinned at her.

"But you never study without me nagging you to…" she trailed off, deep in thought. The light in her eyes seemed to dim as she slowly packed up her rucksack. As usual, her arms were still filled with books as her bag never seemed to hold all of them. Panicking, Ron wondered what he had done that had upset her now. He stood to offer her help with her books when she brushed by him hard enough to send him back into the seat.

"Hermione, wait," he called after her retreating figure. Ron watched her glide through the library doors. "Bloody hell," he whispered to himself, wondering what he should try next.

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February 21

Ginny Weasley wondered why she was sitting on a couch in front of the fireplace in the very empty Gryffindor common room while every other Gryffindor in her year was outside enjoying the unusually warm day. Staring at the fire, which really wasn't needed, she relived several intense moments between Harry and herself that had occurred over the past week.

Harry. He was the reason she wasn't outside. She still couldn't quite believe that he was hers. Well, at least she thought of him as hers. She sighed. Were they ever going to go public with their relationship? And what kind of relationship did they have exactly? It was all her fault for suggesting that they sneak around. Harry would never be the type of guy to only be out to get that "one thing" from a girl, but still was she his girlfriend, albeit a secret one? Is that what she wanted?

Ginny had to admit to herself that she had never really pictured herself with anyone other than Harry. She really didn't know how much longer she could simply play being only his friend, not now that she knew what those lips felt like and how they would move against her skin. Moreover, she wanted more than anything to shut Romilda Vane up. Just today at lunch, Romilda had been overheard bragging about how she was this close, holding her index finger and thumb about two centimetres apart, to getting Harry into her bed. Ginny longed to be able to turn to Romilda and say how incredibly difficult that would be since Harry was sharing her bed and she didn't share. However, she was bound by an agreement of her own suggestion, which prevented her saying anything.

Her thoughts returned to more pleasant ones. Reliving some of the steamy encounters she and Harry had shared under his Invisibility Cloak. Her body temperature started to rise, causing her to fan herself in an effort to cool down.

An arm appeared over the back of the couch with a finger trailing up her right arm. Ginny nearly jumped through the roof of the tower. She had thought herself to be completely alone in the common room. Turning around on the couch, brandishing her wand, she startled at the sight in front of her.

His green eyes sparkling with mischief, Harry simply held out his hand to lead her around to the back of the couch and into his arms. "Wait. Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Ginny asked, surprise in her voice.

Harry seemed to think about it for a minute before answering "Yes, but I decided that I would skive off since you had a free period."

"But Harry, it's a N.E.W.T. level class. You can't just skive off," Ginny scolded him.

"You can if you use a Nosebleed Nougat and get yourself sent to the Hospital Wing," he grinned at her as his hands ran up and down her back. "In fact, I was told by Madam Pomfrey that I needed to rest." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "What do you say? Play nurse for me?"

Despite her confusion over their relationship, Ginny couldn't help noticing how happy Harry seemed. She had never seen him act this light-hearted and teasing before. Tilting her head, her smile grew as his hands ran up her back and over her shoulders to cup her face. He pulled her body close to his. His lips teased by nipping first at one side of her mouth and then the other before coming to rest directly on top of her lips. All rational thought vanished once his mouth had assaulted hers.

"What do you say we take advantage of the fact that all the rest of my roommates are in class?" Harry whispered in between kisses. Ginny's brain couldn't seem to form words, so she just nodded. Grabbing her hand to pull her behind him, Harry darted toward the stairs.

Once they crossed the threshold of the boys' dormitory, Harry's lips attacked hers in a fierce battle for dominance. Ginny didn't really notice anything about the décor of the room as Harry walked her backwards up to the bed while nibbling at her lips and running his hands through her hair. Ginny stumbled when her foot hit the small step that led to the bed. Her eyes popped open and a giggle escaped.

Neither one of them saw the previous occupant of the room sneak toward the door. After he closed it behind him, Neville mouthed, "Harry and Ginny?" He secured his textbook in his hand more firmly and swept down the steps to head to class.

Scrambling up onto the bed, trying out different poses while his back was turned, Ginny watched Harry pull the curtains closed and cast a Locking and Silencing Charm on them. Harry turned and dived onto the bed, causing her to bounce up off the bed for a few seconds before landing back beside Harry. She grinned widely at the sight of Harry's dancing green eyes. Ginny thought again about how light-hearted Harry seemed.

"Who are you? And just what have you done with Harry Potter?" Ginny asked, giggling.

"It's not what have I done with Harry Potter, but rather what you have done with Harry Potter," Harry replied.

"Oh," Ginny said, slightly confused. She reached up to scratch at her eyebrow when Harry grabbed her hand to pull her toward him. The dancing in his eyes had slowed and a fire leapt into them. Ginny was shocked to see the instant change from his carefree attitude to one of passion. Did she really have that kind of effect on him? Cradling her cheek in one hand, Harry traced her lips with his thumb before swooping down to capture her lips with his.

His lips swept down her jaw, leaving tiny kisses before heading to her throat. Ginny moaned as Harry's hands tugged at her waistband, pulling the ends of her shirt out. Her hands pulled at his tie. Trying to pull it up and over his head, it got stuck under his ear. Growling, she worked it around and off his head. Her hands resumed their frenzied fumbling to open the buttons on his shirt. Yet, when Harry's mouth attached itself to her neck, they sat motionless on his shirt front.

"Uh, hmmm…" Ginny tried to say something, but the words stuck in her throat just at the point where Harry's mouth was. With her eyes closed, she resumed her unbuttoning of his shirt. After reaching the last button, she ran her hands up inside his shirt across the planes of his stomach to his shoulders. Slipping her hands under his arms, he trapped them there by pulling his arms tightly to his body. Not really putting up a fight to get her hands free, Ginny revelled in the onslaught of sensations created by Harry's mouth. He was placing kisses on every inch of skin he uncovered as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Harry's mouth darted out to trace the outline of her navel before crossing to skim just above the waistline of her skirt. Ginny tugged her hands out of their snare to fist in Harry's hair, silently urging him to go lower with his lips.

Harry pulled away for a moment, fingers fumbling at her waistband. Ginny realized that Harry was trying to get her skirt off and started to giggle. Harry sat up, straddling her thighs, looking at her with the most confused look on his face, which of course made her giggle even more.

"What now?" Harry demanded to know, rolling his eyes at her. She knew he was only teasing as the dancing had reappeared in his eyes.

"Do you…" Ginny squeezed out in between giggles, "realize that this is our first time in a bed and not standing up? You don't even know how to take off my skirt because you've always just pushed it out of the way." Seeing a hurt look replace the joking one and feeling him start to move away from her, she stopped laughing. "Oh, Harry, I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy our previous "encounters", shall we call them? I love being with you. It just struck me as ironic that it's taken us this long to get to enjoy one another in a bed. Besides, it's not like I'm not clumsy at this being in a bed thing as well. Look at what happened with your tie and for that matter, when I was approaching the bed. This is just different from what we've been doing."

"Hmmm…" Harry's voice took on that witty quality once more. "Maybe I shouldn't have invited you to my bed after all if you're only going to act as a tease."

"Oh, I'm not a tease," Ginny said, giving him a long steamy look. "I'm more than willing to follow through on what I promise." She crooked her finger, inviting him to join her once more down on the bed.

"Really? Let's test this out, shall we?" Harry responded before leaning back over her. He ran his fingers lightly up her sides, causing her to shiver. Running them down her arms, he grabbed her hands to pull her to a sitting position. She shrugged out of her top before reaching out to try once again to tug on his shirt. He helped her out by stripping it off and tossing it to the end of the bed.

Noticing the long lingering look he was giving her, Ginny vacillated between wanting to poke her chest out and throwing an arm up to cover herself. She knew this wasn't the first time Harry had seen her, but it was the first time Harry had time to really look at her. Harry took the decision out of her hands by murmuring, "Beautiful." He lowered his head to the hollow of her throat, raining kisses from there down to the swell of her left breast. Her skin tingled from his touch and his lips. She was rather shocked and even more aroused when Harry nosed the bra cup away from her skin so he could gently suck on her nipple. Wanting to get the bra out of the way, she leaned her torso up just enough to slip her hands behind her to unclasp it. Trying to make a mental note to always buy front clasping bras from now on, Ginny's mind could not function long enough as Harry turned up the amount of attention he lavished on her chest once her bra was out of the way. Her hands wove themselves into his hair as his lips travelled back and forth between her breasts, his tongue first coaxing one into a hardened peak before travelling to the other to complete the set. She let out a small whimper at the amount of heat that Harry was creating in her through his attention to her chest. Her thoroughly soaked knickers served as evidence to her arousal.

It wasn't until Harry's lips drifted their way across her stomach to her hips that Ginny could break the spell that had been cast over her. Gliding the zipper to her uniform skirt down, she shimmied the material over her hips and down her legs while Harry's hands ran up and down her sides along her waist. Thankful that she didn't wear hose, she watched Harry sit back on his heels to slide her knee socks down her legs one at a time. Ginny let out a growl, unhappy with how long it was taking Harry. The moment her second sock was off her foot, she tackled him, knocking him onto his back so she could get his belt off. His pants followed soon after leaving Harry in his boxers. She moved back to lean against the headboard.

"Do you really need the glasses?" she asked, licking her lips at the picture he made lying on the bed with his hair all crumpled and messy. While Harry might not have the most muscular chest, his shoulders were well-formed and the small amount of hair that dotted his chest leading to the waistband of his boxers just made her want to drool.

"Well, if I want to see you, which of course I do, then yes. Why?" Harry asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.

Ginny sighed. "I like running my fingers through your hair, but I always seem to knock your glasses askew. I wanted to avoid that if possible."

"Well, I'm so sorry that you happened to fall in with a blind male like me. Maybe you should go back to Dean. He has perfect eyesight after all," Harry retorted. Ginny's eyes went wide.

"I know you did not just suggest that I go back to that prat of a roommate of yours. Perfect eyesight is all fine and handy," she wiggled her eyebrows at this, deliberately changing the saying, "but his lips are not nearly as creative and… adventurous as yours are." At this, she looked at him through lowered eyelashes before fluttering them at him. As she wanted and anticipated, he then pounced on her.

Their movements started off playful and carefree before becoming more sensual and passionate. Ginny's mind turned to mush when Harry's lips travelled all over her body, cherishing every centimetre before he slowly slipped into her. Waves of passion lapped within her with every thrust of their hips until she could take no more and screamed.

Ginny's head rested against Harry's chest, listening to the sound of his slowing heartbeat. Propping herself up on one hand, she looked down at Harry and swept away a lock of hair from his brow with her free hand. A wave of emotion swept over her and she realized that the crush she had had on Harry was completely gone. In its place was pure unadulterated love. While she had known that she was winding her way toward love with Harry, this afternoon delight had shown her a more carefree Harry than she had ever seen. This had been a Harry without the burden of Voldemort. This was the Harry she wanted as her own for all time. Now she just had to convince him that she could help him become that Harry and that she was the one for him.