This is set while Ginny is in her 7th year at Hogwarts. Just a funny situation.
Harry threw himself unceremoniously on the bed, groaning. 'Why? Why was it always him?' Harry thought as he pressed his face into the pillow. No one ever seemed to leave him alone. The Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, hell even Which Broomstick? asked him for an interview. He wasn't even a professional quidditch player for Merlin's sake.
However it was Which Weekly causing his distress this time. It was that time of year again, the hunt for the most charming smile. Somehow a camera had found Harry, and for some reason the publishers decided to pick Harry as the winner.
There was a small creak sound as, the door to Ron's attic bedroom was opened and then shut. Harry could feel the wind as someone moved to sit on Ron's bed. He could feel their eyes watching him. Slowly he moved his head to the side, so he could look at the visitor.
Ron Weasley sat on his bed. A rolled up magazine clutched in his hand, and a wide grin positioned on his freckled face.
"Hey mate. How you doing today?" Ron asked in a cheery voice. Harry rolled his eyes at his friend. He moved his face back into the pillow. "Hey now, Harry. Don't hide that smile of yours. I mean it's so charming."
Harry gave his friend a gesture that would have made Mrs. Weasley lock his fingers together. "Stuff it, Ron," Harry said into his pillow.
Ron started to laugh. "Come on mate. Just a few more times and you will tie with Lockheart."
Harry rolled over onto his back. His hands came and covered his face. "Oh don't compare me to that git," Harry said angrily. Through his fingers Harry saw the door open again, this time letting George come into the small room.
George's grin was like his brothers. George took in the scene of the room. When he finally let his eyes fall on Harry, he placed both hands on either side of his face letting his mouth fall into a perfect O.
"Is that?" George moved closer to his brother. In a stage whisper he continued, "is that Witch Weekly's most charming smile winner?"
"That it is George," Ron proclaimed. Harry groaned again, closing his eyes. There was the sound of shuffling and then a finger tapped on Harry's shoulder. Opening his eyes and removing his hands from his face, he saw George holding out a piece of parchment and a quill.
"Could…" George put on a nervous stutter. "Could I have your autograph, Mr. Potter?" Ron couldn't contain his laughter. "If you could make it out to 'your biggest one eared fan'." This put a small smirk on Harry's face. Like he was struck by lightning George fell backwards towards Ron's bed, one hand placed on his forehead backwards the other clutching his heart.
"Did you see that Ronnie?" George made his voice go to a high octave, "Harry Potter just smiled at me. Wait till I tell Ginny." Ron was doubled over with laughter. Harry started to shake his head.
"Oh I hope Ginny hasn't seen that yet," Harry claimed to the room at large. George started to snicker.
"Oh I bet Gin Gin has it pasted to her room at Hogwarts." Ron nodded affirmingly at his brothers words. George let his giggles subside before continuing. "And I bet she has hexed any other witches who have tried to paste it as well. But we will find out later today won't we." George's eyes glinted with mischief. "She coming home for the Easter holidays today isn't she."
"Your right George," Ron said, "I think she will be home in about a minute or so. Hermione told me what time to expect her." Here his ears turned slightly pink.
As if on cue, the distinct sound of apparition came from the yard. Harry's insides started to flutter, as if his stomach was filled with snitches. He was going to have to deal with Ginny. What if she didn't like him getting press like this?
Ron moved as fast as light, when he heard the sound. He ripped the door open and ran down the stairs. George, however, stayed on Ron's bed shaking his head. "Poor lad," George sounded pityingly, "He is in the presence of Witch Weekly's most charming smile winner and he chooses to see a girl." He started to make tisking noises.
Harry sat up slowly. He knew he should go welcome Ginny and Hermione, but he just couldn't make his legs move off the bed. He placed his hands over his face again, breathing in slowly. He was being stupid, really he knew that in his heart. He knew Ginny wouldn't break up with him over something like this. But still, what if she didn't like other people seeing him on the cover of magazines.
It wasn't like he asked for the picture. He had been in Diagon Alley with George, when George had told him a joke, making him smile and laugh. 'Damn George and his good sense of humor' Harry cursed silently.
George continued to make his disappointed noises until a voice from the doorway spoke, "Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Harry knew that voice anywhere. He moved one finger to the side so he could peek at the visitor. There, in all her glory, stood Ginny, leaning against the door frame. Her long red hair cascaded down her back. She was wearing a large smile, while she looked straight at Harry.
George look at his sister, with a matching grin. "Well Ginny here we have the most charming smile in all of England."
Ginny grinned over towards her brother, but kept her eyes trained on Harry. "What an honor this is." She moved over to the beds, standing in between the two. "But why can't I see that smile?"
Ginny grabbed Harry's shoulders and had him face her. Then she grabbed his hands and pulled them from his face. "Now that's a start," she claimed keeping his hands in hers. "Now tell me Mr. Potter, why can't I see that award winning smile?"
Despite himself he could feel a small curl of his lips, turning upwards. Just like her brother, Ginny pretended to faint. Falling straight into her brothers arms. "Did you see that George?" Ginny asked, "He makes all the ladies swoon doesn't he?"
"Not just the ladies Ginny," George said, his shoulders shaking from suppressed laughter, "You should have seen me earlier. I mean he is such a dreamboat."
Harry let out a snort. He covered his mouth with his hand. Both the Weasley's sighed dramatically. Ginny climbed out of her brothers arms.
"You are so right George," Ginny told her brother, "I mean really, have you seen thoselips. You just want to kiss them right?"
George kept his part going. "Oh yeah Ginny." A smirk formed on his face. "How many witches do you think are kissing that picture of him right now?"
Ginny started tapping her finger against her chin, "Well they would be foolish not to" She gave Harry a look over with her eyes. "But there is only one witch who gets the real thing." She once again removed Harry's hand from his face, moving her own face close to his. "Isn't that right?"
Harry nodded keeping his eyes trained on hers.
She smiled at him, "Good answer Potter. Now show me what those lips can do huh, I've missed you" Harry carded a hand through her hair, closing the distance between the two of them.
"And that's my cue to skidoo," George muttered and headed out the door.
When Ginny pulled back from Harry he couldn't contain the smile on his lips. "Oh they were so right," Ginny said, her eyes smiling as much as her lips. "You have a damn good smile Potter."
Harry groaned for what felt like the hundredth time. "Just kiss me Weasley."
Ginny let out a small laugh, moving back in towards him, "Oh gladly, Mr. Charming Smile."