Chapter 2

Rule #2 Know Your Pace

Ginny couldn't believe her luck. She and Harry had been dating for a month now. Apart from the toe-melting heart racing snog he gave her after winning the Quidditch Cup. He had only given her little pecks here and there.

She couldn't complain though, yes, she dated other guys. Both Dean and Michael were quick to drag her into the nearest deserted corridor or empty class and even a few hidden passageways. But Harry was content with snuggling up by the fire in the common room or helping her with her homework. He was easy going, she noticed he smiled a lot more these day. Hermione pointed out that she made him happier than he had been when they first met. Even Ron gave a grumbled approval, "could do worse but not better". She stuck her tongue out at him for the comment he just chuckled.

Harry's snail pace drove her crazy sometimes. She asked why he wouldn't move faster. She smiled and said she'd always known Harry to take his time when it was something that mattered to him. Whether it be a spell or book, he took his time. The D.A was important to him, so important that he took the time to teach and instruct the basic rudimentary spells before teaching more difficult spells.

That was true Harry fully believed that if you stood a better chance in a fight with a quick easy spell over any complex incantation. Maybe he thought a slow pace made for a better relationship. It confused her, she was used to boys who wanted to snog her senseless. But Harry was different, they could talk for hours. He valued her opinion, about everything. He never belittled her thought like Michael did or pretend to listen like Dean. She knew Harry heard her. Maybe it came from being friends first. But she knew Harry better than Dean or Michael ever knew her.

Finally, tired of simpering sweet pecks, Ginny caught Harry during one of the study hours they shared, in the defensive section of the Library. She shoved him against the bookshelf, and rose on her toes so her lips touched his. The kiss was hot and fierce as their tongues dueled for dominance. She felt his hands slip around her pressing her into him. She was a dazed as her hands slipped up to his shoulders to anchor her to him.

It seemed like years before they parted, he said "That was much better than the first let's see if the third can beat that." He turned the tide, he in turn pressed her against the opposite bookshelf. This time the kiss grew with such intensity she felt as if her body was fusing with his.

COUGH COUGH COUGH

She knew that loud obnoxious cough anywhere. He had used it plenty of time when He wanted her attention.

Pulling free from Harry's arms, she muttered, "Bloody hell..." turned and walked right pass a seething Dean.

Later, that night Ginny found herself back to square one. Sitting with Harry next to the fire in the common room as they went over her homework. Seriously, she thought, you would think after that lovely little session they had in the library. That he would seeker her out for a repeat… But no, he was going over her charms homework with her.

After an hour of discussing the assignment, she decided to retire to the girls' dormitory. But quickly detoured to Hermoine's room.

Knocking before entering, she said as she walked in, "why are some boys soo slow to pick up the pace?" She complained.

"Harry still not willing to snog you in a dark corner." She stated, Hermoine never had to ask questions. That's what Ginny liked about her, she was very observant. Ginny knew what Harry and Ron meant by calling her a know-it-all she really seemed to know everything.

"Yes! I cornered him in the Library today. And boy did that go somewhere hot very quickly." The very thought had her fanning herself. "But then in the common room he didn't make a move just kept to the same pattern. Ugh, this is confusing!"

"I told you before, Ginny, your important to him." Hermione sighed, knowing she would have to explain even further, "He takes his time with you because of who you are, Ginny."

"You mean Ron's baby sister." She groused.

"Yes, that and more." She commented, "Your Molly and Arthur's only daughter. They think of him as a son. Same goes for all your brothers. They see him as Weasley with a different last name. He knows that over the years he earned their love and trust. To him, they are his family. You'd seen him anytime Draco has mouthed off about your mum and dad. He gets even angrier then your brothers, because they have given him what he most craved. Love. Of course, he would never do anything to destroy that trust."

"Thats stupid!" She declared.

"To you, someone who has always been smothered by her family. To know what it means to be loved and cherished. Harry grew believing he was an unwanted burden. Till he met your mother." Hermione clarified, "Unlike those other boys, you've dated. He knows how precious it is to be loved and how it should never be taken lightly." Hermione knew she had the girl thinking at last. "He loves you deeply, and he respect your family. Let him take his time cause, when he's ready. You'll know it."

"But why can't he be ready now?" She pouted, wanting to repeat what had happened in the library. But she knew Hermione was right, Harry loved her. Not like Michael who shared a love of sports but was a lousy loser. Or Dean who only saw the surface but never bother to look closer. Harry saw it all, they had so, much in common that they were very likeminded but there were times when they had opposing views.

"So, what your saying is take my time." Hermione just smiled at the younger girl. "Geez, why are boys so complicated?" She huffed out flopping back on the bed.

Snickering Hermione said, "They aren't, unless their names are Ron and Harry."

"Yuck, why us?"

"Because without the wise there can be no fools?" Hermione quipped.

"Then wizard kind if doomed." The girls giggled.

TBC

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