"This is crazy, Ginny," Harry moans as he is led by the hand toward the edge of the roof. Ginny had shown up late to a Sunday lunch at the Burrow, limiting the couple from any private time. The two of them had only seen one another a handful of time within the last few months, because of strict policies of the Harpies club. Players in their first season were required to stay in Holyhead and were only permitted to leave the local area once a month, mix that with Harry's investigations, the two hardly saw one another.

They only had a quick moment to greet one another after she arrived, before her many brothers pulled her into the fray of the Burrow. Then her mother pulled her attention to other matters. All Ginny really wanted was a moment alone with her boyfriend, but everyone wanted to see her as well. Lunch was served and she was able to sit next to Harry, hold his hand and talk to him, but she wanted to be alone with him.

As people started to divide into different rooms, Ginny started to wonder if she could escape the house with Harry, without anyone noticing. When the newborn Victoire had begun crying, Ginny saw her chance she grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the kitchen. She had pulled him to the broom shed, pulling out the first one she grabbed, an old Shooting Star, and told him to get in the back. He had followed her orders, which led him to his current situation, standing on the roof of the Burrow.

Ginny turned around to face him, her back to the garden and the grounds. "If this is crazy, that makes me crazy, because I love being up here." She paused briefly to flick his nose. "And if I'm crazy, then you must be out of your mind to listen to me."

Harry nodded his head seriously. "Your right, I must have lost my marbles." Ginny snorted lightly slapping his chest with the back of her hand. "But at least we're crazy together."

Ginny gave a low chuckle. "To right Mr. Potter." She grabbed his hand again, pulling him behind her. She placed herself right on the border of the roof and sky, then she sat down her legs dangling off the building. Using the strength she had gain from quidditch training and having having older brothers, Ginny pulled Harry down behind her. His legs spread around her, his arms encompassing her.

They sat in content silence. Ginny was satisfied just sitting there, wrapped in Harry's embrace, his head resting on her shoulder. They watched as some of her family came out into the garden. Ron, George, and Bill all looking around, as if search for something or someone. It filled Ginny with pride watching her brothers make fools of themselves, clearly searching for her and her boyfriend.

Harry's warm breath suddenly appeared on her ear. In a low tone he said, "I'm guessing you've never told your brother you come up here."

Ginny felt a smirk pull at her lips. She turned her head to look at Harry. His green eyes watched her, focused solely on her. They glinted with amusement. "No," She told him, locking her eyes with his. "Why would I tell them where I hid from them, it would defeat the purpose, you know?"

Harry smiled his agreement. "So does that make me the first boy you've taken up here?" His voice was teasing. She couldn't let him get the better of her. She had her pride of always being victorious in their banter battles.

"Oh no," She said keeping her voice as steady as she could. When his face showed surprise it took almost all her will power not to laugh at him.

"What….? Who have you…?" Harry was try to cover up his jealousy, failing miserably. Harry was typically an easy going guy, except when it came to Ginny and other boys. Ginny could still remember his face when he had caught her with Dean. At first she had thought it was brotherly response, his face shining with contained anger. Then after she reflected back on Ron's response, his was brotherly anger and he looked differently than Harry. It took her a few weeks and and few hints from Hermione for her to place Harry's response. He had been jealous.

"Well," Ginny made a face, acting like it was hard to remember, taping her finger to her chin. "There was Billy the Bunny, and Derek the Dragon." She paused. "Oh and of course my favorite visitor. The Boy Who Lived." Harry had clearly caught on, his face changed back to amusement.

"Oh was this Boy Who Lived a good conversationalist? Better than me?"

"Actually, Bill had set it up so if I squeezed around middle he would tell me how he was feeling. I have to admit, he has one upped you there." She laughed. Harry just continued to watch her. His eyes glazing. Still looking in her direction, but not quite seeing her.

"Harry?" She was slightly alarmed. He use to do this when his scar hurt, and though he said it hadn't hurt him in a few years she was still worried.

He refocused on her. HIs face lighting up, his smile almost to large for his face. "Your right," He said his voice shaking slightly. "I need to get better at tell you how I feel. Do you want me to start now?"

Ginny was taken aback. She had made many jokes about him not expressing his feelings and thoughts to her, so why was he now agreeing to share. "Alright," she told him cautiously. "Your gonna tell me you've decide to leave me for Charlie aren't you?" She was trying to bring humor to his serious tone. "I have news for you Harry, he will never leave his dragons for you."

Harry shook his head still smiling that over the top smile. She could practically count all his teeth. "No, no, I can't leave you for Charlie."

"Well you could," She couldn't help but speak up. All her brother told her she talked to much, and when she was nervous she rambled. "I mean if it's for the good of the family I could stand aside. If you want to go help raise baby dragons with him on the res -" Harry had cut her off by placing a finger on her lips.

"See I can't leave you for Charlie, because he's not the Weasley I'm in love with." Ginny felt her breath hitch. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? "I love you, Gin." They had been dating for over a year and this was first time he said that. Sure he had said things that hinted, but for him to say the actually words.

Ginny wasn't the type of girl who wanted flowers or chocolate, so she had assumed she wasn't the kind of girl who needed to be told she was loved. She had convinced herself that saying 'I love you' wasn't needed to prove you love someone. She knew she loved Harry and Harry loved her just by their actions, but to hear him say it. It made her heart expand more than she knew it would, more than she ever thought it could.

He was again watching her, still focused on only her, but this time with fear in his eyes. Ginny knew that saying something like that scared him. She doubted anyone had said those three words to him when he was a child, even as an adult it would be rare. Waiting for her to respond, to possible reject him most likely scared him as much as Voldemort had.

Ginny opened her mouth, a little scared herself. This was different than saying it to her mother, father, or brothers. Hell, it was really a different kind of love. This was the kind of love that meant a future. It meant living together, sex, marriage, kids, all those adult pressures that create fear in all humans. But really she didn't fear it, she thought. Because it is Harry. "I love you too, Harry." The words just came out of her mouth, but she meant every one of them. Every one of them represent their future together.

The moment she had said his name the fear left his eyes, replaced by one of the most hopeful and admiring look she had ever seen. Somehow her heart expanded more. She turned her body so her legs were laying across his, holding them down. She moved her face towards his. He leaned towards her.

"OI!" A voice called up to them from the ground. Someone had finally noticed them, causing them to stop their movements. "What are you two doing?" Ginny recognized George's voice. She didn't have to look to know he was smiling gleefully, at being the one to catch them.

"Ignore him," Ginny muttered, "I know I am." Harry however pulled back, moving to stand up. "Oh for Merlin's -" Ginny let her voice trail. She grabbed Harry's arm, preventing him from disentangling himself from her.

Ginny turned her head towards the ground. She noted it was only George, she decide to use one of her many advantages as being the only sister. "George," She yelled down towards him. "If you don't leave now, and keep the others away, I will come down there stick you to the ground and explain how periods work on girls. Do you want that?" Even from this distance she could see a panic look expand on her brothers face.

"Right O Ginny," George called back, with a mock salute, turn away from the two on the roof, heading over towards his brothers.

Ginny turned her attention back to her boyfriend. He looked embarrassed, but at this moment she wasn't going to let that stop her. "Harry I'm not going to explain periods to you, however I would like to return to our previous conversation."

Harry's face glowed with blush, but he nodded. "Which part? The part about me leaving you for Charlie and raising baby dragons?" His tone was unable to contain his mischievous thoughts. "Or maybe the part where you brought other boys up he -" Ginny cut him off with an extremely effect method.

It started off slow, lingering, as if time was non existent. Ginny's world strunk to him, just Harry. The boy she loved and who loved her. It was if it was just him and her. She ran her tongue against his lips, asking for entrance, making him moan against her lips.

After an unimportant and unknown amount of time Harry pulled back, placing his forehead against hers, his hand caressing her face. "If that's your response every time I tell you I love you, then I'm gonna -"

"Oh just shut up and kiss me, Potter"

"Ok, but only because I love you Weasley."