A/N: All I have to say is: FINALLY!

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Ginny was feeling restless. They'd been cooped up inside all day and she was beginning to get a little desperate for some fresh air and exercise. She'd never been good at doing nothing, and the fact that she couldn't go outside was making her increasingly twitchy.

Earlier that day, she had sought refuge on one of the balconies, just to get away from people and just breathe, but the harsh winter-chill had been relentless and by the time Greg had come to find her, she had been grateful for an excuse to go back inside.

Now they were all gathered in the stiflingly hot living room of the Burrow, and she was sitting in a chair curled up by the fire, the book in her hand long forgotten, as she stared into the dancing flames in the hearth.

Greg was sat on a sofa on the other side of the room, and, in contrast to her, seemed perfectly content with being stuck indoors. Earlier that evening Ron had challenged Harry to another game of wizard's chess, but Harry had insisted that he would only play against Ron, if he could partner up with someone else. Hermione, being the clever witch she was, had instantly opted out and retired to her room with a very heavy looking tome in her hand; which had led Harry to rope Greg into joining him instead, and now they were both sitting there, elbows propped up on their knees and wearing identical looks of concentration, as they leaned over the old chessboard in front of them.

On the other side of the board was Ron, stretched out on the living room floor, a confident smirk on his freckly face, as he awaited his opponents' next move.

Ginny shook her head, amused. Ron might have been completely useless when it came to handling interpersonal relationships, but he was a brilliant strategist, and she knew that Greg and Harry didn't stand the slightest chance of beating him at chess. …it was adorable how hard they tried though.

She let her gaze linger on Greg, and her chest filled with warmth. He was still wearing that ridiculous pink jumper, and despite the fact that she knew the thing was hideous, and that she really shouldn't be attracted to him wearing it; there was something about it that roused a certain possessiveness in her, a needy, longing sort of feeling, that she had never experienced with anyone else before. Maybe it was because it felt like he truly belonged to them now. After all, you couldn't be part of the family, without possessing at least one of Molly's handmade jumpers; or maybe it was just the fact that it made him look incredibly cuddly and she wished she could just walk over to him and bury her face in his chest; but something about it had made her go absolutely crazy with want for him.

It was at that moment that Ron finally put Harry and Greg out of their misery and delivered his final blow by taking their king with one of his pawns, and they both threw their hands up and groaned in defeat, before Greg's gaze flicked up to meet hers and a sheepish grin spread on his lips.

Ginny's heart fluttered and all of a sudden, the longing feeling in her chest was so strong, that she was beginning to feel light-headed.

Before she could think about what she was doing, she shot up, and took a couple of steps towards the door.

"I'm going out for a walk." She said, locking eyes with Greg. "You coming?"

The attractive Slytherin looked slightly taken aback, but made to get up nonetheless. "Err…sure?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Ginny." Her mother cut in. "It's pitch-black outside. You'll get lost and freeze to death."

"Mum…" Ginny rolled her eyes with irriation. "We're both of age, remember? We can use magic if we really have to."

"But the snow, Ginny! I really don't feel comfortable with you – "

"Give the two a break, Mum." Charlie jumped in, putting a soothing hand onto their mother's shoulder. "It stopped snowing hours ago and Greg will make sure Ginny won't do anything too daring, won't you, mate?" He winked conspiringly at Greg, whose eyes grew unnaturally wide in response.

"Uhm…" He said, a slight tone of panic to his voice. "I'm not sure I could stop her from doing something she really put her mind to it."

Ginny couldn't help but feel a little smug, as she cast an approving smirk at him and muttered "Good answer." Before turning towards her mother and giving her a reassuring smile. "We won't be long. I promise." And with that she turned around and made to leave.

"Make sure you at least wrap up properly!" Molly called after her, and Ginny raised her hand to indicate that she had heard, before she disappeared into the dark hallway outside the living room door.

Several minutes later Ginny and Greg were fighting their way to through a thick blanket of snow, the freezing night air nipping teasingly at their flushed cheeks. Neither of them had said a word since they had left the stifling heat of the Burrow, and Ginny was beginning to feel a little awkward, as she searched her brain for something to say.

She had been hoping to catch a moment alone with Greg all day, but now that they were finally undisturbed, she didn't really know how to act.

"There's a path that leads to the top of the hill not far from here." She said, just to break the uncomfortable silence. "I used to go up there a lot when I was younger. Do you mind if we go and check it out? It might be passable."

"Sure." Greg answered, gesturing for her to lead the way.

They continued to walk in silence, interrupted only by bits of inconsequential small talk, until they finally reached the top of the hill and stopped, both a little out of breath.

"Wow." Ginny breathed, tilting her head to look up at the sky, before spreading her arms wide and doing a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn. "I forgot how beautiful it is up here."

It was a clear night, and the sky was illuminated with millions of glittering stars, twinkling brightly as if they were in contest with the sparkling surface of the moonlit snow around them.

Ginny inhaled deeply, a feeling of calm washing over her as she took in the view, and sighed. This place had always made her feel at ease.

"When I was little," She began, a reminiscent smile forming on her lips. "I used to fly up here on Charlie's old broom." She snickered softly. "Mum always hated to see me fly, … always insisted that I was too young… so to avoid drama, I used to sneak out at night and practice Quidditch by myself." She cast Greg a cheeky grin and her heart gave a little jolt when he returned it with an understanding smirk. "Anyway…" she sighed. "- once I finished practice, I usually came up here and watched the stars for a little while. It's always been my favourite spot to just sit and breathe."

"It's beautiful." Greg agreed, a small smile on his lips as he moved a little closer. "Just like you."

Ginny's stomach dropped and she sucked in a sharp breath, as she snapped her head to the side to cast him a searching look, her heart hammering wildly in her throat as she tried to work out whether her need for him had finally driven her mad and she was starting to hallucinate, or if he had truly just called her beautiful.

"Well…" Greg pressed on, ignoring the way Ginny had gone rigid with shock, as he stepped right in front of her and began to play with her hair. His expression was bashful; his eyes trained on the strand of hair twisting and curling between his fingers; and even in the dark, Ginny could see that he had blushed a light shade of pink, as he added quietly "- maybe not quite as beautiful as you."

"Greg…" Ginny breathed, not entirely sure what she was about to say; but the handsome wizard only smiled and shook his head.

"Remember when Peeves hexed all the mistletoes at Halloween?" He murmured, and finally his eyes raised to meet hers. "You told me how stupid you thought the whole tradition is anyway, and that you'd much rather be kissed under the stars…"

Ginny sucked in a sharp breath and nodded, unable to speak.

Greg let out a soft chuckle, his eyes flickering briefly up to the glittering sky, before they dropped all the way down to Ginny's mouth; a hungry expression on his face, as he swiped his tongue nervously across his bottom lip.

"I told you I'd keep that in mind, didn't I?" He breathed, and then…slowly, and with a determined precision, he finally closed the last few inches between them and pressed his lips to hers.

Ginny's world flipped up-side-down the moment their lips met, so sweet and tender, and so much softer than she had ever anticipated; and yet with an intensity that instantly took her breath away. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. It wasn't awkward or sloppy, or uncontrolled and much too eager like most of the kisses she had received before.

No…Being kissed by Gregory Goyle was absolutely perfect. It was slow and intentional, and sensual in a way that set her entire body alight with fire and made her weak at the knees.

It was over far too quick, and yet, by the time Greg pulled back and rested his forehead gently against hers, Ginny's head was spinning and she had to shut her eyes for a moment in an attempt to catch her breath and ground her thoughts. It wasn't until Gregory's hand found the side of her neck and she could feel his thumb stroke gently across her cheek, that she opened them back up and found his gaze.

"You okay?" He asked, looking concerned, and Ginny's heart filled with warmth at the sweet attentiveness in his voice.

"Yeah." She nodded, trying for a little smile. "Just savouring the moment."

Greg let out a soft chuckle and pulled her into a tight hug, a soft hum falling from his lips as he buried his face in her hair. "I take it that means it was good." He asked, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

"More than good." Ginny confirmed, melting into his touch and soaking up the warmth of his body. "Although you should have done it much sooner."

Her heart skipped a beat as he laughed, a low, stuttering rumble in his chest, and he pulled back ever so slightly to look into her eyes. "I'm a Slytherin, remember?" he said, eyes sparkling teasingly. "We don't do things until we're a hundred percent sure they will go exactly as we planned."

At that Ginny couldn't help but giggle herself, a playful smirk on her face, as she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "And did it go as planned?"

"Yeah!" Greg huffed, eyes filled with affection as he leaned in and placed another kiss on her lips. "Much better, actually."