A/N: I know, I know. I haven't updated this one in a LOOONG time, but see, here's an update. The next one shouldn't take quite so long. There's not too much left to this story really. Thanks to all who have read, reviewed, favorites, alerted. It's amazing to me to know that people are reading my story. Oh, this is mostly unbeta-ed. I will have a beta-ed version up soon, but I wanted to give you all the update as soon as I could. Thanks to Jonelle as always for beta-ing!

Thanks to dragyn42 for catching the fact that FF wouldn't let one of my words through.

Chapter 8- Confessions

March 1

After whispering the password, Harry leaned his forehead against the door before pushing it open. Catching a glimpse of Ginny's smile before closing the door behind him, the wizard stumbled into the room.

"Gin, I'm so sorry I'm late. It's just that Ron wasn't in our room, which made me think that he found out, but then he didn't kill me—" Harry said in a rush until Ginny's hand covered his mouth.

"Breathe, Harry!" Ginny commanded. Harry took a deep breath. "No, it's fine that you were late. If you had come any earlier, we would have had company," Ginny said with a slight scowl. "But I got rid of that pesky ghost."

"Let me guess, Myrtle was in here." Harry looked around as if expecting Myrtle to come zooming up from one of the stalls at any moment. "She's always around whenever I come in here. I wonder if she has a sensor or something that lets her know when I'm coming." Shaking his head to clear it, he looked over at the redhead perched on the edge of the huge bathtub. "Why did you want to see me?"

"I have to have a reason now?" Ginny asked with one eyebrow arched. She stared at Harry until he started stuttering a response. Then she cut him off. "Harry, I'm just teasing. I did have a reason for asking you here." She pulled in air very slowly before releasing it in a flood of words. "Harry, Iwanttotelleveryoneaboutus."

The words had flowed together in Harry's ears making it difficult for him to differentiate the syllables to understand what she was saying. It didn't help, of course, that he had focused on her lips, which were so tempting and plump. When he saw her catch the bottom one between her teeth, he struggled to form a thought.

"I'm sorry. What?" he replied.

Ginny lifted her eyes to his defiantly. "I think it's time we went public with our relationship." She immediately backed away from him and started to pace. Harry felt a huge grin spread across his face. He leaned his body back against the door to watch his girlfriend. "It's been two weeks since Dean and I broke up. We can just ease people into it by us sitting together and holding hands or something like that. Unless..." A slightly hurt and yet nervous look was on her face when she turned around to face Harry. "you don't want to tell everyone. Wait, you're smiling?"

"Actually, Gin, I was going to talk to you about this very thing." He crossed to her, framing her face with his hands. "I never considered myself to be very possessive about anything, but when it comes to you, I guess everything I thought about myself is turned upside down. I see the looks that the other blokes give you, especially when you aren't looking. I want them to know that you're mine, but by the same token, I want everyone to know that I'm yours," he said, rushing through the last part when her eyes flared at the mention of her being his.

"Really?" she asked, a bright unusual light shining in her eyes.

Harry tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before answering. "Absolutely. There aren't words to describe how you make me feel, or at least I don't know them. My only concern is Ron and how he'll feel about it. I must admit that it scares me slightly to think that I might lose his friendship over this," Harry confided.

"Harry, I think Ron will surprise you. Several times, it's appeared that Ron was almost throwing me at you, but you never seemed to want to catch me," Ginny said, before lifting up to her toes to gently kiss Harry.

Harry didn't know just how much he believed Ginny, but then again Ron was her brother. He had made the decision to trust her when her lips moved against his, causing passion to flare within him.

Neville stopped just inside of his dorm room when he caught sight of Ron sitting on the window seat, looking out at the grounds. Wary of what his roommate was up to now, he edged into the room to grab the book that he had needed to retrieve. Ron turned toward him.

"Oh, Neville, it's you." Ron turned back to the window, looking a little lost and forlorn. It was not an expression that Neville would ever have associated with Ron Weasley.

"Ron, are you okay?" Neville was very hesitant about asking this, knowing Ron's temper, but after yesterday's events, he wondered if Hermione or someone else had done something.

"Have you ever noticed how completely beautiful she is?" Ron asked, eyes firmly locked on something outside.

"I can't say that I've ever looked at Hermione quite like that," Neville answered. Hannah Abbott, well, that's a different story.

Ron continued like Neville hadn't answered him. "Her long dark tresses just make me want to run my fingers through them. Her lips are so plump, begging to be kissed."

"Hermione doesn't have dark hair," Neville said, completely confused by Ron's utterances.

"Hermione? Why would I be talking about Hermione? Romilda is the goddess of my dreams, the princess in my fairy tale," Ron said, reaching a hand out to the glass of the window.

"Romilda! Ron, what in Merlin's name is wrong with you? First, it was Lavender. Then it was Hermione, which is the one I've always thought was for you anyway. Now, it's Romilda. Just yesterday, you were declaring your undying love for Hermione. What happened?" Neville was shocked by this turn of events. He had thought that Ron had finally figured out that he was meant to be with Hermione, much like Harry was meant to be with Ginny. But now, Ron was crushing over Romilda Vane?

Neville looked around the room, wishing and hoping that something could give him a clue into the mind of one Ronald Weasley. A bunch of wrappers lay on the floor surrounding Ron with a heart-shaped box tossed slightly to his right. Neville picked up the box, noticing a card on front. Flipping the parchment up to read, he saw that the box was actually meant for Harry. He placed his hand over his mouth, recalling the warning that Hermione had given Harry weeks before about girls brewing love potions. Although Neville wasn't in Potions this year, he had heard of what the love potions could do. He figured he should get Ron to Professor Slughorn immediately.

Ginny wanted to sigh when Harry pulled his lips from hers. Refusing to remove her arms from his neck, she looked up at her boyfriend, who had just made her so happy by agreeing to tell everyone about them. His eyes were dark with desire. She had seen them in this state quite a few times now and she thrilled every time to know that she was the reason they were that way. Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip.

As she expected, Harry's hand came up to gently tug her lip out from between her teeth. "That's my lip to bite, not yours." To prove his point, his lips came down on hers. His teeth nibbled at her top lip first before transferring their attention to her bottom one. His hands moved up to frame her face once more. That move always made her feel so precious and cherished. Her fingers moved to twirl the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck when she opened her lips to allow Harry entrance. Tongues danced back and forth. Only stopping for breath, Ginny looked at Harry.

"You know, there's a huge swimming pool right over there," she whispered in his ear.

He pulled back to look at her. "Gin, we don't have swimsuits with us. At least I don't," he responded with a quizzical look on his face. She grinned at him before pulling out of his arms.

"Who needs swimsuits?" she said, reaching around him to bolt the door. Then she turned and walked toward the tub, slipping her robe off her shoulders. Ginny let it slide out of her fingers to the floor, looking back at Harry over her shoulder. "Are you coming?" she asked. She marvelled that she could appear so calm on the outside when on the inside, she was squealing like a little girl when she saw Harry staring there gobsmacked.

Her uniform shirt was the next article of clothing to come off and be tossed aside. She heard rather than saw Harry follow her to the tub. Ginny leaned down at the edge of the pool and turned on a couple of the taps. A pair of bare arms wrapped themselves around her stomach and pulled her flush against him. His hands splayed across her sides before sliding their way across her belly to settle on her hips, slipping under the waistband of her skirt along their path. She reached down and lowered the zipper, allowing the skirt to puddle at her feet.

Their bodies aligned with one another, skin to skin. Judging by the feel of his skin on her back, Harry had lost his shirt as well. His fingers trailed up her arms, curved over her shoulders to lightly trace their way down her sides. Rather than being tickled, Ginny's body flushed with arousal. Her head dropped forward when Harry kissed his way across her shoulder to the nape of her neck. The emotions and sensations running through her body and mind threatened to overwhelm her, which resulted in her slipping out of Harry's embrace.

Keeping her back to him, she deftly unclasped her bra with one hand, letting it follow the same path to the floor that her robe had just a few metres away. Without even stopping to glance back at Harry, Ginny swept her knickers down her legs before diving in the pool of warm water filled with red and gold bubbles. She surfaced by the edge of the pool and turned back to face Harry. Pushing her hair away from her face with one hand while she clung to the side with the other, she looked for Harry where she had left him, only to discover that he wasn't there. She peered into the water around her, automatically suspicious after having grown up with the twins. The bubbles provided an excellent cover to shield Harry's location from her.

That's when she felt it... him slowly kissing his way up her legs. She briefly wondered how he was managing to pull this one off when his lips reached the apex of her thighs and she lost all sense of thought. Both of her hands moved to grip his shoulders as his head broke the surface. While she missed the feel of his tongue against some of her most intimate areas, his slightly callused fingers still created a heat that she was reluctant to try to contain.

Ginny knew that she should probably be doing something with her hands, but her body was only responding to Harry's movements. The inferno that was building within her was threatening to rage out of control when Harry suddenly grasped her hips and thrust into her. A gasp escaped her lips at the feel of Harry moving within her. The ache between her thighs that his lips and fingers had stirred up was finally being fulfilled. She encircled him fully as she moved to the rhythm of each pleasurable thrust. It wasn't long before the heat between the two of them reached its peak and erupted.

Ginny's head rested on Harry's shoulder as he kept both of their heads above the water. With her blood no longer rushing through her veins, Ginny told Harry quietly, "You know, I've never felt this way about anyone else before, right?"

He kissed her cheek before answering, "Just like I've never felt like this about anyone else either."

The sound of the bolt in the door squeaking open startled the two of them. Ginny looked frantically around, trying to figure out what they could use for cover. Deciding that the bubbles were the only line of defence, she broke out of Harry's arms and made sure that her shoulders were well below the line of bubbles that still covered the surface of the tub.

A bushy-haired girl stumbled into the room with toiletries in arm. Her eyes widened when she saw who was occupying the room. "Harry? Ginny?!? What are you two doing in here together?" Her eyes took in the sight of their clothes lying by the edge of the pool. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' before asking, "Why are you two not wearing any clothes? Anything you need to tell me?"