AN- This is a possible missing moment from OoTP.

Claiming a tile from the Bingo Smut for the Ginny Lover's Discord Server.

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Crossing off the List

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He would never have noticed it if he hadn't found her notebook. He tried to hide his amused smile as she sat down at the Gryffindor table, five people down on the opposite side of him. She was with her friends, and no one made a comment about it.

He knew what she'd done though, and it was subtle, but clever. There weren't any teachers or Prefect's paying close enough attention to her to have noticed. He doubted that even the High Inquisitor herself would have caught the change.

Two days ago, Harry had found the list in the common room.

He'd been woken from another dream about that corridor at the Ministry. Still no explanation for why he was having the same dream over and over again. On the one hand, at least he hadn't seen anyone he knew being attacked by a snake this time, but on the other hand that had been traumatic enough an experience that he would have flashbacks to it simply by seeing the corridor in his dream and wake in a cold sweat.

Rather than laying in bed and staring at the ceiling he'd head down to the Common Room and sat in one of the armchairs by the fire. The notebook was tucked in between the cushion. He'd felt it poking uncomfortably into his leg when he sat down and pulled it out.

It contained a full list of the Educational Decree's that had come into effect since Umbitch had started taking over. He stared at it in confusion as he began to read. His confusion turning to humor and astonishment as he flipped through the pages of the list.

He'd thought at the time that whomever had created the list was completely brilliant!

It started with Educational Decree Number One- Any student found in possession of a spell check quill will be punished, and went all the way to Educational Decree Number One-Hundred and Thirty-Six- Students are encouraged to come forward regarding suspicious our outlawed activities.

Every few Educational Decree's had notes following it with just how the owner of the book had broken the Decree's and gotten away with it, it even had stars besides the one's that they'd attempted and gotten caught, receiving a detention for.

He couldn't believe what he was reading when he got to Educational Decree Number Forty-Nine- All Quidditch Matches Cancelled. Underneath that was the schedule of an underground Quidditch League! It showed some sort of code with dates, times and scores of two games that had been played. His jaw dropped as he understood what it was he was looking at for that one. They must have been playing at night, but why wouldn't he have been invited? And who was on the teams? It looked like the owner hadn't received any detentions for that one.

He moved on from that one and noted some of them had work arounds written out beneath them. Decree Twenty-Six was linked to Decree Thirty-One which was linked to Decree Thirty-Seven- Boys to keep their hands outside of their cloaks; under which was written Doesn't say anything about boys putting their hands inside girls' cloaks ;) April 24th, MC Charms corridor. Seen by Flitwick, not reported. Would have preferred a different partner for that. MC doesn't know what to do with his hands.

Harry chuckled at that. Clearly this was all done up by a girl. One with bigger balls than most of the guys in the school. He read through the entirety of the list, making note of the one's that hadn't been broken and thoroughly enjoying the description for the one's that had.

By the time the sun was coming up he had forgotten what it was that had brought him down to the Common Room in the first place and was thinking of different ways that he could have fun breaking a few of the rules that this girl hadn't gotten to yet.

Decree Number Twenty-Four- Playing of music during study hours is banned, could be an interesting one to pull off. They might need to dose Madame Pinch's tea and start the music off really quiet, getting progressively louder. It could work; some Dreamless Sleep Potion and a wireless.

Having his Invisibility Cloak would make it all the more easy to accomplish, but it would seem like cheating. Whoever had made the list had already accomplished so much without one.

Students started coming down the stairs to head to breakfast in a sleepy daze and Harry tucked the notebook back down the side of the chair and tried not to seem too creepy as he observed the girls in particular. There were still so many of his house mates that he didn't know the name of. The DA had been an introduction to a lot of his school mates, but he should really make more of an effort to know whom was who. As it was, he didn't know if he would have known enough people to create an underground Quidditch Match.

That was a clue though. He was looking for a girl, someone popular and that played Quidditch. A troublemaker as well. Decree Number Twenty-Nine had been accomplished though- High Inquisitor has the power to review all extra-curricular activities, underneath which was written DA with a star beside it for the detention that they had all served when they were discovered.

So, she was in the DA.

Katie Bell came down the stairs with Alicia Spinnet. Harry returned the sleepy wave that they gave him with a small smile and a nod. They seemed rather too reserved to be breaking all these rules like this. He also hadn't heard anything about them dating someone with the initials MC.

He was still watching them walk through the portrait hole when his view was obstructed.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny said slowly. "Um, I was sitting there last night, and I think I might have-. What?"

Harry was staring at her with a slack jaw. She did fit all of the categories. How is it he hadn't noticed before how mischievous she was? She was the twins sister after all, he just hadn't given her much of a thought. She'd just sort of always been there, in the background.

Her eyes darted around the Common Room nervously as he continued to stare at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked quietly, her weary eyes back on him.

"MC, Michael Corner," he said dumbly.

Her mouth hung open for a moment and she sucked in a breath as her cheeks colored. "You read it? Where is it?" she growled to herself in frustration, "I knew I should have charmed it only to open for me."

She lowered herself down to somewhat hide herself from those still coming down from the dormitories. "Look, could you not tell anyone? Specifically, my brothers? I don't need them knowing I'm getting up to trouble with a diary of sorts again. Particularly with how I'm intentionally putting myself in trouble this time," she whispered.

"I won't tell," he promised immediately.

He was seeing her in a whole new light now. Maybe subconsciously he'd only ever considered her a tag along, but that wasn't her at all. She was a devious little misfit.

A not unattractive misfit, he found himself realizing for the first time. When did Ginny Weasley grow into this burgeoning woman before him? He'd only ever seen her as the little eleven-year-old that had squeaked every time she saw him.

She had an innocent look on her face, but there was something threatening him with her eyes.

"Look, Harry," she started, clearly not believing him. "I know you and Ron are best friends, but I'm serious. There is only so little fun one can have this year, and I neither need him knowing about this, nor getting involved, okay? I'm not above-"

"Let me help," he blurted out.

"What?! No. I just told you I don't need my brother-"

"I didn't say anything about involving Ron," he defended.

"Oh, please. Wherever you go, he goes," she rolled her eyes.

"Come on. Let me help you. No Ron. No Hermione. I swear I won't tell them, so long as you let me help you cross a few more of these off," he pulled out the notebook and didn't let go when she tried to snatch it from him.

"You're blackmailing me into letting you help? There's no way that the two of them wouldn't get suspicious with you disappearing for hours at a time," she scoffed.

"Fine. One night then. You let me help you for one night. Friday, when they're on Prefect Duties. We'll try and get through as many as we can with out getting caught," he bargained.

She gave him a hard stare, gauging just how serious he was about keeping his word and joining her. It gave him the opportunity to see just how nice her eyes were. They were a deep brown color, and her lashes were rather long, and not light, like Ron's, they were dark. She had this dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose that were very appealing as well.

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Friday evening then," she agreed tersely. "If you've read through this carefully enough, you'll know which one's I still have to accomplish. Come up with your own ideas for it and slip them to me over the next two days." She lowered her voice again, "And if I find out that you've breathed even a single word of this to Ron then I'll use you to accomplish Decree Number Fifty-Six, and I won't be nice about it," she threatened.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. Ginny Weasley was threatening him. And she looked good doing it.

He grinned at her in answer. She nodded once, snatched her notebook out of his hand and stalked towards the portrait hole. He could only imagine how creative she'd be about having him caught with Filibuster Fireworks going off.

Now it was Friday.

To everyone else it probably had looked like he was ignoring her as much as he had three days ago. Neither Ron nor Hermione seemed to have noticed all the notes he'd passed to her at meals and during their time in the Common Room.

She was currently breaking two of the Decree's as it was; Ninety-Nine- Students shall not use Magic to change their physical appearance, and Forty-Five- Students shall adhere to proper dress and decorum.

Ginny's hair was not her natural color this morning, it wasn't a shocking change in color just not as red, and her uniform had been altered. The inside of her vest had a multicolored lining and her tie was not Gryffindor, it was Hufflepuff. He caught a few of her friends exchanging a raised eyebrow at her and she simply made a face at them and they said nothing.

That was something else he'd noticed about her over the past two days; Ginny was quite popular. She had friends from all houses, even Slytherin. No doubt she'd simply asked one of her Hufflepuff friends to lend her the tie. Clearly, she had enough friends to create her underground Quidditch league.

He was so looking forward to breaking some of these rules with her today.

Ron and Hermione had a Prefect's meeting they had to attend right after dinner, then their rounds after that. Harry was going to meet Ginny in the library right after leaving the Great Hall. She'd liked his idea for breaking Decree Twenty-Four, and he had gotten Dobby involved to spike Madam Pince's evening tea.

After saying a quick goodbye to his friends, he tugged on the strap of his bag, feeling assured at the weight it was carrying that it held all the supplies they would need, and rushed to the library.

Ginny was sitting in the far corner doing her Transfiguration assignment when Harry sat down. He looked over her parchment. "That is actually your homework?"

She looked up at him with a smirk on her face, "Think I needed to be writing out the lyrics to a Weird Sisters song instead? I don't need to waste my time anymore than I already do."

"You consider this a waste of time?" he asked incredulously.

Her smirk turned into a real smile then, "No."

He grinned back at her, "Alright, so. Rules."

"Rules," she nodded. "Doesn't count if we get caught. No use of your invisibility cloak, that's cheating."

"Doesn't count if we get someone else to do it for us," he continued.

"That pretty much sums it up," she held her hand out for him, "Partners in crime, for one night only."

He frowned over the one-night restriction but took her hand. She pulled it over to her so he had to lean forward over the table.

"And you never tell."

"Right," he agreed, "this is just between us."

At six-thirty on the nose Madame Pince was snoring softly with her face resting on the hard cover of a book, an invisible wireless was on the third shelf of a bookshelf in the middle of the library, slowly becoming louder and louder as those studying there were looking around in confusion.

"After one full song we can go," Ginny whispered to him.

"Are we shutting it off?" he asked.

She chuckled, "No. That'll be someone else's problem. For us it's mission accomplished, and we are on to the next."

He grinned at her. Next was Decree Seventy- Niffler's are banned from Hogwarts Castle. Lee Jordan had levitated several Niffler's into her office half-way through the year and been thoroughly punished once he'd been caught. He was currently occupied in detention however and could not be blamed for this one.

They made their way to the Charms Classroom and Harry retrieved the cage in his bag with the little Niffler in it. Ginny giggled and gave the little furry creature a scratch under his chin before wishing him luck and the two of them concentrated on getting the creature through the air and into the Headmistresses office.

"Two down," Ginny grinned at him as she closed the window to the Charms classroom. "We only have a few minutes before the newly imposed curfew."

Harry held his hand out for her as she climbed down from the ledge of the window. "To the owlery my lady?"

"To the owlery," she agreed with another giggle.

Educational Decree Number Eighty-One- Red Howlers are forbidden, and they had a whole pile of them for the members of the Inquisitorial Squad to receive over breakfast the next morning.

As they tied the red letters to the school owls, the lovely birds looked as though they were proud to carry them. The bonus of the school owls being the one's to deliver the letters was that they weren't checked as incoming mail. It was internal, and the Umbitch didn't look through those.

Yet.

"Come on," Ginny grabbed his hand after he'd tied the last letter to a barn owl's foot.

"I believe this constitutes breaking Decree Twenty-Six and Thirty-One," he joked as they went down the steps.

"Already broke those one's, but I don't mind being the one to pop those cherries for you," she joked.

He was riding high on the excitement of the evening and found himself responding immediately and in-kind. "You want to be the one to pop my cherry?" he teased.

Ginny turned back to look at him while they were continuing down their way. "We hadn't planned on breaking Decree Thirty-Two."

She said this to him in a saucy tone that he was surprised to hear from her lips. It was enticing. Decree Thirty-Two forbade students from spending any time in the Broom Cupboards. He wasn't sure if her guard was down like this around everyone but he and her brothers, but he wouldn't mind spending time with this Ginny in a broom cupboard.

"Well," he pointed out, "it doesn't say what the students would have to be getting up to in the broom cupboards."

She smirked at him, "true. Let's find one, we can play Exploding Snap."

Before he could say any more, she was pulling him by the hand down the corridors at a run and pulled him into a cupboard on the third floor, just off where the adorable three-headed Fluffy had once resided.

"Why were we running?" he asked once he'd caught his breath.

"Educational Decree Number Thirteen- No running in the corridors."

"Oh," he remembered, "right then. Worth it." He gulped in air.

"You are woefully out of shape there, Potter," she laughed.

He scoffed and managed to start breathing properly again. "Maybe I wouldn't be if I still had some Quidditch I was playing."

"Jealous?"

"Incredibly."

He saw her whole face light up in delight at that. "Curious as to how we're pulling it off?"

"Incredibly," he repeated, this time with more intrigue than anything else.

"My teams have been assembling at three a.m. No snitch though, so it isn't real Quidditch. First team to a hundred wins."

"Your teams?"

"Well, I did start the league," she preened. Rightfully so.

"Amazing," he said in awe. "This whole thing. It's just… amazing."

It was a rather spacious cupboard that she'd dragged them into. He was finding himself disappointed with that. If it was smaller then he would have had a reason to stand closer to her, maybe to have needed to put his hands on her hips. An 'accidental' turn of their heads at the right moment might have caused their lips to meet.

He cleared his throat, "So, why this broom cupboard?"

"It's the first and last one they check," she answered easily.

"What?"

"The Prefect's," she shrugged. "They meet just down the hall and then start off their rounds by checking this broom cupboard, then they loop back and check it again after they've done all the other floors."

"How do you know this?"

She let out a laugh, "I have my ways," she told him cryptically.

"Uh, so… Exploding Snap?" he asked.

Ginny let out a snort. "Yeah, I don't actually have a deck on me. I was joking."

"Oh," he wanted to slap his forehead then. "So, how long do you figure until we've pulled this on off?"

"Well, they say it's called 'Seven Minute's in Heaven', so I'd figure seven minutes, unless you can think of something else we can cross off while we're in here," she challenged.

Decree Twenty-Two immediately popped into his mind; banning of Romantic Relations. Then the more detailed Decree Twenty-Eight- No Coitus of any kind.

Ginny cocked her head at him slightly. "What's going through your head there, Harry?"

His mouth was dry and his tongue didn't feel the right size though. He didn't seem to be able to think of anything he could say to her just then to justify the reason for his lack of speech.

Quickly he ran through the number of Decree's she had yet to cross off. There were tons that were related to things that would be impossible, and there were over half that she had already accomplished in one way or another as well.

"Potions," he managed to strangle out.

"Potions?" she asked in confusion.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, "well, Decree Fifty-Five, it's against any potion being used outside of the Hospital Wing or Potions Class. What, what were you planning for that one."

"Oh," she seemed to deflate slightly at that. "Actually, I guess we already accomplished that one with spiking Pince's tea this evening, didn't we?"

"No," he shook his head, "I had Dobby put it in her tea. Doesn't count if someone else does it for you."

"Fair point," she leaned back against the wall opposite him. "Maybe I'll just have to spike someone's drink with one of the twins Love Potions. Could be a fun gag, and crosses two off the list. Though I've already done Decree Thirty myself."

"Whose drink?" he demanded.

She gave him a shrug. "Not sure. Maybe someone that I already know is interested, just to give them a little push to make a move already." She gave him this intense look for a moment, then gave another small shrug, "or I could have some real fun and mess with someone's head. Someone that is a real pain."

She knew. There was no way that she didn't know what he was thinking right then with a comment like that. He shouldn't need a Love Potion for something like this though. He could do this. He could man up.

Taking a stride forward with determination he cupped the side of her head and crushed his lips to hers.

She let out a startled squeak at how abrupt he'd been, but it wasn't long before she was kissing him back.

It didn't take him more than a moment to see that this wasn't anything like how it had been with Cho.

Ginny's body simply melted against his as her arms came around him to pull him even closer. Her lips were so soft and felt like absolute bliss under his. His head grew fuzzy as he pushed her gently back against the wall. He needed the extra support if he was going to manage to stay upright.

This was real snogging. Her mouth moving feverously against his. Her tongue met his lips and he groaned at the invitation, opening his own mouth to meet her tongue with his own.

As he settled in against her, enjoying the dance their lips were participating in, his hands began to wander. He was cautious at first, hands on her hips only, but as their snogging grew more heated she was making these, these little slow movements with her whole body. Rocking her chest forwards slightly so her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, then pulling back slightly and her hips wiggling ever so slightly side to side. Like she was trying not to thrust against him and his growing erection.

He'd barely had any control over himself these past few months with those; chaos and dark times all around, and yet every morning he'd woken with a woody. Sitting in class, suddenly he was hard. Thinking about Ginny these past two days and it had become an even more regular occurrence.

Right now, at least it was justified.

Tentatively he tugged her shirt free from her skirt, splaying his fingers over the skin of her curves at her sides. She tugged his head more firmly against hers, fingernails gently scratching against his scalp. He took that as a sign of encouragement to keep exploring beneath her shirt. She let out a groan of appreciation when he wound his fingers around to her back, causing her to arch against him again while he rubbed his palms along her spine.

The fact that she was his best friends little sister wasn't even registering with him right then, nor that she had six brothers that would pound him into an early grave if they found out what he was doing with her now, or how much more he wanted to do.

She was just Ginny, with the perfect lips, soft skin and encouraging moans. Merlin did she ever smell good too.

He let out a groan of his own when she bit his lower lip. He wasn't sure why that had spurred on his carnal needs so much, but it felt so good. He pulled his lips away from hers and started kissing down her jaw, under her ear and down her neck.

The angle wasn't working properly for him. He had to stoop too much.

His hands moved down to cup her arse and pull her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and the two of them moaned over the way that felt. Her head fell to the side and he feasted on the subtle scent of her perfume that was under his tongue. There wasn't anything subtle about the squirming of her hips now; she was grinding against him.

They weren't lined up right though. He wanted her center against his, not just above his belt as it currently was.

He pulled her legs from around him and lowered them back to the floor, remaining between them as her skirt rode up and their lips met again. She gasped as he groaned at the feel of her heat through his trousers.

"Ginny," he managed.

"Fuck, don't stop," she exclaimed, her lips against his.

His first full, proper thrust against her had him seeing stars. He'd wanked many a time over the past few months, but the feel of her rocking back against him was what dreams were made of.

The pair of them grunted and groan their encouragement as they thrust against each other. Their lips were no longer touching as they focused on the sensations their lower halves were bringing about.

He almost lost it when she reached between them, touching his erection through his trousers and adjusting it so it was properly pointing up at his belly button before pulling his hips flush against her once more and groaning loudly at the feel of him against exactly where she wanted him.

They were both breathing heavy as she twirled her hips slightly with her up and down movements.

"I'm," Ginny cried softly, her head thrown back.

Harry licked his lips, feeling his familiar build up coming over him. He couldn't stop it from coursing through him and he let out a final groan as his own moisture soaked his shirt and trousers just above his belt.

Ginny let out a little strangled gasp herself as the two of them slowed down their movements until they stopped altogether.

"Um," Ginny started after a moment when they'd come down a bit from their high, "where did that come from?"

"Uh," he thought a moment in confusion, "just, you know. Hadn't meant for it to go that far, but didn't want you to think I needed a Love Potion to kick my arse in gear." His hands were settled back on her hips and he pulled his head back from where it had been resting on her shoulder so he could look at her properly.

"I," she started, surprise written all over her features, "I wasn't talking about-" she cut herself off.

"What?" he took a step back from her then. She hadn't been talking about him? But she just. They just. "Who?" he asked or demanded rather.

She started to chuckle, licking her lower lip before biting it gently. "I was talking about Dean Thomas. I didn't think that you were interested."

"But," he took another step back from her, "but then why did you just let me…" he couldn't even get the words out. They had just gotten each other off, they had a brilliant snog. She'd been so keen on it.

"Harry. What I meant was, I didn't think that you were interested in me. I have always been interested in you."

He was confused. "But if you're interested in me then why would you have slipped Dean a Love Potion?"

She scoffed at him lightheartedly, "You think I should have slipped it to you and hoped for the best? I wouldn't do that to you," she stated. "And just how long do you think I should have been sitting around waiting for you to decide you're interested?"

"So, what, Dean would have just been a distraction or something? Just tiding you over? Something to pass the time?"

"Pretty much," she admitted, not seeming chuffed about it, more confused with his reaction.

"You can't just use people like that!"

She raised her eyebrows at him, "What are you getting so bent out of shape over? It isn't like I would been breaking his heart or anything. You dated Cho, are you still gutted over that ending?"

"I wasn't secretly pining over you at the time," he argued. "Was that what Corner was as well?"

"Yes," she said, her volume higher than it had been. "And I can't believe you're getting so worked up over my attempts to have a life while you were completely oblivious to how much you were hurting me by your inability to see me as anything other than Ron's sister."

Harry was at a loss for words over that. It was true, he hadn't seen her as anything other than his friends' sister, the one that used to have a crush on him. The difference was that he hadn't known he was hurting her feelings; she knew that she would have been simply using other guys.

How long would it have been if he hadn't found her notebook? How many guys would she have dated if it took a few more years for him to really notice her? Or forever? Would she have done with them what they just had?

"Just how far are you going with these boyfriends you're treating like playthings?" he asked incredulously.

He regretted it the moment it left his mouth, but he couldn't take it back now.

Her face was completely devoid of the anger and determination it had been showing before he asked. Now she was showing nothing but hurt. "Fuck you, Harry," She managed as her chin quivered and eyes teared up. "You know what? You agreed that you wouldn't tell anyone about what we got up to tonight. Well, you can just stick to that, alright?" she gave him a shove in the chest.

"Ginny, wait," he blocked her from leaving, "I'm sorry, alright."

"No, it's not alright. You just go ahead and think I'm some manipulative slag." She tried to get around him again.

"I don't!"

"Yes, you do! I'm pretty sure that it being one of the first things out of your mouth proves it. You're all about instinct, aren't you? Well you know what? Yeah, I've been harboring feelings for you for years, and that's the only reason this happened in here. But just because I've been holding out hope on you doesn't mean that I'm incapable of having feelings from someone else. And I do like Dean, enough that I would have given him a chance if he'd asked and simply hoped that it turned out to be something real."

She shoved him out of the way of the door. He pulled her back though.

"Ginny, no. I'm sorry. I don't want you to try something with Dean."

"So, what are you saying then?" she asked, her anger and determination coming back. "You want me to yourself? Want to let my brothers know that you're getting up to some Decree breaking with me?"

"I-" he hesitated. Ron would probably kill him if he found out.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she said sadly. "You don't want me, but you don't want anyone else to have me. That's real nice, Harry."

"That's not what it is," he protested meekly.

"Doesn't seem that you do know what it is. I'm tired of waiting around for you Harry. I think we need to just forget that this ever happened, and you need to just go back to barely registering me in your background."

"No," he started, but she pried her wrist out of his grasp and left him there to bask in the awkwardness of it all.

He didn't go after her. There wasn't any defense or excuse he had for saying what he did, chasing after her then would have only had him digging himself more of a hole.

The rest of the school year she barely looked at him, even when the fought at the Ministry. He received her support and sympathy plus one hug from her after losing Sirius, but it wasn't nearly long enough. It wouldn't have been even if the hug lasted a full day.

He'd really stuck his foot in his mouth and hurt her feelings.

On the train ride home, he found out that Dean Thomas had indeed made a move on her. And Ron's reaction to it hadn't been too awful. Which made Harry feel all the more gutted about because it could have been him.

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AN- Sorry I had to end it on that note, but I am trying to claim the 'Awkward Smut' tile.