Hey! I'm so sorry it's been, like, forever but I've had lots and lots of band and my 'best friend' decided she wanted a bit of the boy I like and she doesn't really seem to think it's bad at all. Yeah, so I've not exactly been in the mood for writing happy cheerful stories...

I WENT TO SEE HARRY POTTER LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS BEUTIFUL AND I CRIED AND OH MY GOSH IT'S JUST WONDERFULL.

Anyway, apologies xD

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I knew where I was before I even opened my eyes. I could smell her floral scent and feel the softness of her bed. I could also smell the scent of the lilies climbing the walls between our bedrooms that I smelt every morning in my own bed. However, they smelt sweeter on this side of the gap...everything smelled better when she was around.

I turned to see her hair fanned out all over the pillow and wondered what it was about ginger hair that made Potter men fall so hard. My grandmother, apparently, had also been a redhead.

Sighing, I sat up and climbed across into my bedroom.

Before I could do anything else, I had to talk to Lavender. What I was going to say, I wasn't entirely sure of, but I knew it would have to be something. I mentally reminded myself to wear the jeans that were loose, in order to have the easiest access possible to my wand. Chances were, I'd need it.

I had a quick shower before pulling on some clothes and heading into the kitchen. Sirius was sat at the kitchen table looking hung over.

"You have a drinking problem." I commented, sitting down and picking at a bread roll that had been in the basket in the centre of the table.

"You have a girl problem."

"That's true." I nodded, optimistically.

Sirius snorted "Whatcha gonna' do then? If you don't like that Lavender then I wouldn't mind a bit-"

"Sirius!" My Mum whacked him around the head with a tea towel "That is disgusting!"

"What? She's seventeen!" He exclaimed, and winked at me.

I laughed "Still, bit young don't you think?"

"I could show her a good time."

"Sirius!"

"Sorry, Evans."

"Potter." She corrected.

"Whatever." He retorted.

I grinned, I don't really think they'll ever get on, despite the fact they love each other to bits. I know that if Sirius was in danger, my Mum would put her life at risk to save him and vice versa, they just don't show it.

"Where's Dad?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"Harry, its Monday morning...he's at work."

"Oh, right, yeah..."

"Got a job yet?"

"What?" I asked, and Sirius smiled.

"You're leaving Hogwarts...don't you think you should get a job?"

"Sirius I'm leaving in a year...I have time."

"Still...You have to save up."

I stared at him, incredulously "Coming from the guy who spends his life selling black-market products through dickheads like Mundungus Fletcher?"

It was now my turn to be hit around the head with My Mother's tea towel. "Language!"

Sirius grinned "I earn a living don't I? And Dung's a good bloke once you get to know him. He's just a bit dim, that's all."

"A bit dim being the understatement of the century." Said a familiar voice from the doorway. "Morning guys."

I turned and smiled at Ginny, who was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white vest top. She jogged over to the toaster, her pony tail and other interesting bits bouncing around.

"Ginny, does Molly not feed you or something?" My mum asked, smiling as she watched her.

"It's a lot more peaceful over here." Ginny shrugged, taking a bite.

"It is when war isn't breaking out between the two of you."

"Shut up Sirius."

"Don't tell me to shut up in my own home!"

I raised an eyebrow "Sirius, you don't live here."

"As good as."

"Then so does she."

Ginny grinned "Life's a bitch, Sirius."

My Mum laughed at her, rather than hitting her with the tea-towel, then wondered out into the garden.

"Gin, fancy getting a cup of coffee or something later?" I asked, messing up my hair.

"Can't, sorry. Ron's organising a game of Quidditch and I promised I'd join. You're more than welcome to join in, though."

"R.E.J.E.C.T.E.D you just got rejected." Sirius chanted, running out of the room before I had time to throw anything heavy at his head.

"Sorry about him." I sighed, leaning backwards in my chair.

"I'm used to it...I take it you went to bed last night then?"

I laughed "No, I climbed across this morning, I didn't fancy Ron wondering in on us."

"Harry, what's up? You've started being all different."I looked at her. Her eyes were confused and her brow was furrowed, she looked oddly sad.

"I'm not."

"You're not what?"

"Different. I'm still the same."

"Well, I don't think you are."

"I don't get it, Ginny...You say you hate the way I am but when I make an effort to change you complain."

"So you have made an effort to change?"

"Yes...I suppose I have."

"Good...that's all I wanted to hear. See you later." And she was gone, leaving me as confused as ever.

...

As Fred launched a bludger at Sirius' head, George did his best to aim one at Percy's. I had both twins plus Ginny and Ron on my team so the chances that we would win were looking reasonably good. On the other hand, Sirius' team had my Dad and Charlie who were both as good as me, if not better.

Molly, Hermione, Fleur, Remus and My Mum were sat on the floor setting a fire and cooing over Teddy. Tonks was staring at us longingly, evidently desperate to get back on a broomstick. Seen as she'd only been out of St. Mungo's for 24 hours they'd forbidden her from doing anything extreme.

Sirius was hovering around by the goalpost but was distracted by Ginny who scored easily. This gave me time to make a grab at the snitch hovering around my Dad's ankle.

Cheering, my team landed on the ground while my Dad swore at himself.

"I'm better than you, that was just luck."

"Whatever."

"Lily tell him!"

"James get a grip."

"Harry take the brooms back."

"No I-"

Ginny laughed and then took my arm "Come on, I'll help you."

"But you can't do magic." I stated, sounding as stupid as that Gargoyle by the transfiguration steps.

Ginny rolled her eyes "Just move."

I shrugged, following her. I noted how she swayed her hips as she moved and how great she looked in the moonlight...the way her hair shone seductively and the way her tight t-shirt clung to her narrow waist.

Ten minutes later we were outside the broom-shed and she was opening the door. I smiled as she turned to face me.

"What?"

She smirked "What do you mean?"

"What are you doing? Why are you here?"

A wide grin spread across her face "Why do you think I'm here?"

I moved closer to her, placing my hand on the door beside her waist "I don't know." I muttered.

"Well, it's very late and I'm a bit sick of the sight of my family, if I'm honest." She whispered.

I moved forward so she was pushed against the wooden wall of the shed. Her breath was fast in my ear and I right then she was the only thing that existed in my world.

"Are you trying to tell me that after sixteen years of repelling me, you're finally giving in to my charm?"

She winked "For now, I suppose I am, yes."

And then I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just kissed her with all the passion I'd felt over the past ten years and everything suddenly seemed perfect, as if she was the only thing that mattered.

Honestly, she was.

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