This is a fun little fic I conjured out of boredom. It's probably going to be at least 4 chapters long at the most... I forgot to mention that before... sorry!

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Chapter 2

Harry couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, and faster, and faster...

What are you supposed to do? He asked himself. You cant' just push her away, can you? For some reason, pushing her away seemed like a very counterproductive thing to do.

Snap out of it, Harry! She's not herself!

But he couldn't bring himself to step away... in fact, he even closed his eyes.

Stop being such an idiot and back away already! This is Ginny Weasley!

His dillema was broken by a stifled giggle.

He opened his eyes to find Ginny in a giggling fit again.

He felt his ears burning along with his face, his throat and his stomach and he just wanted to die already. Where was Voldemort when you needed him?

Stop being such an idiot! He reminded himself.

"'Oo's there?"

"Shit," Harry muttered to himself, grabbing his cloak out of his back pocket, grabbing Ginny from behind and covering her mouth as he tried to make the cloak cover both their feet.

Ginny stopped giggling, and Harry felt free to remove his hand from her mouth once more.

"Be quiet," he whispered into her ear. She nodded subtly as they watched a glow grow down the corridor, followed by Filch and Mrs Norris.

Harry started moving very slowly to his right, holding Ginny's elbows and moving her with him. She followed without protest as Filch started snooping around, muttering things like, "Children out of bed after hours..." to himself.

Harry himself was thinking please don't laugh, please don't laugh... as hard as he could and hoping that Ginny might have stumbled across Occlumensy in her four years at the school and was a great performer of the tricky method that was mind reading. But even he knew that that was a long-shot.

"Over here," he whispered as loudly as he dared moving himself and Ginny behind a pillar. Ginny let out a small nod again.

"Filch can hear you, you vile vermin," the caretaker growled.

Wow. What a nice guy.

He watched Filch the whole way, not daring to make too much of a noise and not daring to cough, whilst his throat was really itchy. Which was really annoying.

He wished that he had stayed in bed.

Not only had this trip caused him strange feelings over his best friend's sister, but it was most certainly going to get him detention.

He was counting the steps to the pillar that might save his life, and watching Filch prowl noisily away from their hiding spot. He knew that Ginny was watching too, because he felt her calm down under his grasp. Now, if she started laughing again... then there would be problems.

He breathed out into Ginny's hair as he lent against the pillar, holding Ginny tightly against him so that she couldn't move.

He wished more than ever that he could read minds now – he was stuck on whether she was going to burst out laughing or not.

And he wanted to know what grade he got on his idiocy test a minute ago.

"He's leaving," Ginny finally breathed, in was seemed like her normal voice.

"Just shh," Harry ordered quietly, wondering if she was back to normal.

"He's gone," she said defiantly and slightly loudly. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for Filch's voice to shout vermin or something similar. But he never came.

"Oh god," he sighed, letting go of Ginny's arms.

She giggled.

Dammit! Harry thought immediately, regretting the tiny space they had for just the two of them between the pillar and the wall.

Alright, Harry, he thought to himself, just carefully move from behind her – she's in your way, but she shouldn't be offended...

That all seemed to simple before Ginny turned around to face him.

He swallowed hard and immediately forgot his plan. Where was he again?

He blinked himself out of it and searched Ginny's face – she didn't look amused. She looked dead serious.

Oh god. Filch! Come back!

In the dim light that reached them, he found that he was looking right into her brown eyes, which were full of an emotion he couldn't quite pin.

She's not in love with you, she's drunk! Or something! Just don't take advantage of her like this!

He swallowed again and opened his mouth to speak.

"We should really get-"

She placed a finger on his lips.

His heart raced and that was all he could hear.

Bu-boom! Bu-boom! Bu-boom!

It was drumming in his ears, but in a way, he was thankful for it – now he couldn't hear the ridiculous rate of his breathing.

He wanted to speak, he wanted to say something, with all his heart he did – yet he wondered if that was his brain. Because for some idiot reason, his heart obviously wanted this. But nothing would reach his throat, yet alone emerge from his lips, which was where her finger was still placed.

Then she spoke, in a whisper.

"I still really, really want to try this. Let me?"

Harry's eyes were wide behind his glasses.

Say no, say no! Say 'sorry, but not tonight, thanks'. Say it!

Harry just stood there, frozen. Ginny was still looking at him, still waiting for a reply.

No... don't nod! Do not nod your head! I am ordering you, do not nod your head in agreement! Don't do it!

Too late.

Shit. OK. This is what you get for not listening to me, your brain. It's nice to know that you use it... NOT! This is Ron's sister you're thinking about snogging, you idiot!

But it was just a snog – it couldn't really do much harm, could it?

Harry felt horrified at how incredibly shallow he was being, and tried hard to keep his mind off of Ginny's eyes... but it was a hard thing to do when they were so... pretty. No! He needed to think straight! There must be a way out... even though he had nodded his head in agreement, and he had just practically asked her to snog him.

Alright... she was smiling slightly now. See? He was just making her happy. That was all. Then he realized that he was not a prostitute but a fifteen-year-old boy.

If he were a prostitute he'd be getting paid.

Ginny placed her hand on his shoulder and stared at it. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He was completely mesmerized.

She looked back up at him and it sent chills down his spine.

Ron doesn't have to know, he reminded himself. Could he really keep this away from Ron? This was ridiculous. Why couldn't he just sleep like normal people?

"Alright," Ginny breathed. Harry gulped. "Here goes..." she said.

He didn't dare close his eyes again – not after what happened last time.

"Whoops! Nicked your wand!" she shouted happily, brandishing Harry's phoenix-feather wand with amusement and breaking out from under the cloak and their hiding place.

Harry felt... ridiculed. Humiliated.

Like an idiot.

He felt like staying there, behind the pillar, all night long if he had to.

But he heard her shriek in surprise, and did not waste a second in emerging from his hiding place.

"Gotchaaaa!" Filch cried happily.

Oops.