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Harry sat at the table with Ron and Hermione the next morning, eating breakfast and planning their day. Although they had passed their apparation tests, both Harry and Ron felt they needed more practice… Harry was just suggesting that they train by the lake when he trailed off. Ginny had entered the room, wearing cut-offs and a green tank top. Looking gorgeous of course, Harry thought as he stared at her, his eyes traveling over her.

He cleared his throat and forced his gaze away from her, trying to continue where he had left off. Ron was busy eating and hadn’t noticed his pause but Hermione was smirking at him from across the table and he quickly looked down, focusing on his plate. Ginny said hello as she approached, grabbing a piece of toast from the table as she went. When she got to Harry she leaned down. He felt her beside him and her words from last night popped into his head for the thousandth time… If you stop letting yourself live he’s already won… She turned his head up with her hand and kissed him lightly... “Morning Harry.” Harry froze; his body tensing and he gaped at her in shock as she walked out the door as though nothing had happened.

“Hey,” Ron said from across the table, “What was that?”

“Yeah Harry,” Hermione continued, “I thought you weren’t together…” Harry stared at them.

“We’re not!” he sputtered, looking back towards the door Ginny had just gone through.

“Well, apparently you need to remind Ginny of that then,” Hermione replied and Harry groaned.

“Oh man… I’m in trouble… I think she has decided that my breaking up with her was a bad idea…”

“Well…” Hermione began, but he cut her off as he stood up.

“Don’t even start Hermione, come on let’s go.”

When the trio arrived at the lake they began apparating from one side to the other. They were having a fine time until about 15 minutes in, when Ginny walked to a tree nearby with a book and a blanket. Harry groaned inwardly when he saw her approach, knowing she was up to something. He tried to ignore her, focusing on trying to distract Ron while he apparated, making sure he could do it successfully at any moment. This was probably one of those moments that they would look back on when they were older and wonder how no one got hurt, since none of them would have known what to do if they actually hadn’t apparated successfully.

Holy crap he thought a few seconds later, dropping his arms and totally forgetting to distract Ron… Ginny was undressing by the tree. His mouth went dry as he watched her pull off her shirt and shorts, revealing a red bikini with white flowers. His eyes narrowed and he stalked towards her, muttering under his breath as he went. She was just sitting down when he got to her side. “Ginny,” he said lowly, “what are you doing? This isn’t going to work.”

She looked up at him and reclined back on her elbows, stretching out her legs… Heat erupted in Harry’s stomach as his eyes traveled down her body, and his mind traveled to the gutter. She had always been petite, but quiddich had been good for her and Harry couldn’t help appreciating her flat stomach and lean legs as his eyes moved over her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Harry, I just came here to read a book. I can’t help it if you’re here too.” He rolled his eyes and leaned down, pulling her up by the arm. “ugh… Harry!”

“What’s going on?” Hermione asked as she and Ron walked up.

“I’ll be right back,” Harry said, before he turned on his heel and he and Ginny disappeared with a pop.

They appeared a second later in Ginny’s room in a heap on her bed. “Oh bloody hell,” Harry said as he moved to untangle himself while Ginny started laughing.

“Well Harry,” she said as she giggled, “at least you didn’t splinch us. But you need to work on your aim.”

She grabbed his shirt as he moved away and pulled him back on top of her. “Unless this is where you were aiming,” she whispered as she pulled his head down. She’s trying to kill me Harry thought as he kissed her, acutely aware of the fact that she was practically naked beneath him. For a second he kissed her back, trailing his hand down her side before he pushed off of her with a groan and rolled quickly off the bed. Ginny sat up and swung her legs off the bed with a huff. “Harry, this is crazy, you’re the one who brought us up here.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, to get you away from the lake so you couldn’t distract me!”

“Distract you? Well that certainly doesn’t seem to be my best plan, since a second ago I was beneath you, practically naked and you didn’t even notice!”

Harry folded his arms over his chest, “trust me Ginny, I noticed.” Ginny started to stand up but he backed away. “Stay away from me Gin. I mean it.” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow but remained silent. He couldn’t help running his eyes over her once more before spinning on his heel and disappearing.

Ginny was fuming as she jerked the knot free behind her back and pulled her top over her head, throwing it on the floor. On top of everything her book was still by the lake and there was no way she was going to get it now. She walked to her closet to get clothes as she pulled her hair into a knot on top of her head.

“And one last thing,” Harry said reappearing in front of her but he promptly shut his mouth as she screamed, dropping her hair and clamping her arms across her chest. Harry panicked and spun around so that he couldn’t see her, trying to speak but he ended up looking a little like a fish, opening and closing his mouth without making a sound… “um, nothing… never mind,” he finally managed to get out before disappearing.

Ginny sank down onto her bed, completely horrified but oddly fighting not to laugh.

They didn’t see each other for the rest of the day, and Ginny ate in her room at dinner. Mrs. Weasley made Ron help with cleaning up and shooed Harry and Hermione from the kitchen, so they made their way to the den. Harry sank into the big chair by the fire to wait for Ron to play wizards chess and after a few minutes Hermione abandoned him to go read in her room; saying something about Helga Hufflepuff’s hometown.

Ginny met Hermione on the stairs as she headed down to find the book that had been left by the lake. “Have a nice day?” Hermione asked with a small smile. Ginny looked at her.

“I’ve had better.” Hermione laughed at this.

“Well, I can tell you that Harry was in quite a mood when he came back…”

“I’ll bet,” Ginny muttered under her breath as Hermione continued.

“But don’t worry, you’re wearing him down. Where are you going now?”

“My book… it was left by the lake, I was going to get it,” Ginny told her.

“Oh, I brought that in… it’s in the den on the bookshelf,” Hermione replied, continuing up the stairs with a small smile. It’s for his own good she thought. She knew Ginny was good for him, especially with what he was soon going to have to face. Dumbledore always said that love was his greatest weapon and she was helping Ginny give him that.

Harry gazed into the fireplace and his mind wandered back to the scene in Ginny’s room, focusing, to his annoyance on her appearance. He huffed and got up, moving towards the door to go find Ron. The door opened and he gave a sigh of relief, “about time mate.” But it wasn’t Ron who entered the room, it was Ginny. She stopped inside the door when she saw him.

“Oh, hi, I’m sorry I was just…Hermione said…” she trailed off, not sure whether to be mad at Hermione or thank her.

“I thought you were Ron,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. She smiled and cocked her head to the side.

“So I gathered, mate.” She studied him for a minute, as though trying to decide what to do. Finally she said, “Harry… I think not being together is a terrible idea…”

Oh God, here we go, Harry thought as he replied, “I know you do Ginny, you have told me… but you can’t always get what you want… it’s not safe.”

Ginny’s eyes widened at his words and she broke into a slow smile, beginning to move towards him… “Actually Harry, I am the only girl in my family… the baby girl in fact… and I usually get exactly what I want.” Oh damn Harry groaned inwardly, beginning to back away from her as she approached. Why can’t I keep my bloody mouth shut? He looked around for an escape route but found nothing…

As Ginny approached, Harry backed up until his legs hit the big cushioned chair behind him and he sank into it… “Ginevra,” he warned her as she came to a stop in front of him. He started to stand back up but she put her hands on his shoulders as she climbed into his lap. “Ginny…” he began again as she settled against him…

“Yes Harry?” she asked innocently…

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked.

Ginny shifted in his lap… not good he thought, trying not to react… He kept his hands clamped on the arm rests, fighting the urge to wrap them around her. “Well Harry, I’m just settling into this chair by the fire for awhile. What are you doing?” she asked innocently… so innocently in fact that he couldn’t help rolling his eyes are her…

“Ginny,” he began once again… trying to sound authoritative… “We have been over this… we can’t be together… this obviously means that you can’t sit with me – certainly not on me… this is totally inappropriate…” Ginny snorted…

“Inappropriate? How old are you Harry? You sound like someone’s grandmother…”

“I mean it Ginny,” he said, a little desperation creeping into his tone… “I don’t want you sitting here… so… so get off!” Ginny looked up at him and ran her hand up his neck until it was cupping his cheek.

“Shhhhh” she murmured softly, pulling him down into a soft, lingering kiss. He didn’t even try to fight as she raised her lips to his… Oh man he thought in dismay, I am totally sunk…

After a minute she pulled away and said, “Harry – You are bigger than me… you are stronger than me… If you didn’t want me near you, if you didn’t want me with you, I wouldn’t be in this chair with you right now.” Harry raked his hand through his hair in frustration.

“It’s not about want Ginny! I’m trying to protect you! Don’t you get it? You are a target if we are together!” How does she not get this?

“You know what I think Harry?” she said, tracing the edge of his collar with her finger…

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me Gin,” he replied, swatting her hand away, “and stop trying to distract me… I’m trying to be serious here!”

Ginny sighed and sat up until their faces were even… “I think, since you are obviously dying to hear it, that you are looking at this the wrong way love,” she said, cocking her face to the side again… “Anyone who wants to hurt you knows that you are crazy about me.”

He huffed at this, trying to act as if it wasn’t true but failed miserably, and she smiled, kissing him again. “Even if we are not together, they would still know…” She leaned back into him, nestling her head into his shoulder.

“It is written all over your face when you look at me,” she continued, dropping her voice to a whisper. “It’s in your eyes… You are the only person naïve enough to believe that breaking up puts me in any less danger…”

Harry sighed, giving in for the moment. She has a point he thought, not one that makes me feel any better but a point none the less. He nestled his head against her hair, breathing in her scent… roses, he thought… always roses… His arms snaked around her, pulling her closer. He didn’t have the energy to fight her, and he didn’t really want to. He just kept hearing her words, It’s in your eyes… if you stop letting yourself live he’s already won… He shut his eyes and kissed her hair. She will be at Hogwarts. She will be as safe as she can be. “You are a piece of work, you know that Miss Weasley?”

“I know,” she said with a small smile, watching the flames in the fireplace, “But you love me anyway Mr. Potter…” His heart swelled at her words and he lifted her face with his finger, gazing down at her with adoring eyes.

“Yes I certainly do,” he said softly and kissed her gently.

“See?” she said smiling… “crazy about me, just like I said.” Harry chuckled and leaned his head down to capture her lips again.

“Oh good grief! Get a room!” Ron said, coming into the room and plopping down on the sofa. The couple in the chair ignored him, smiling as they continued kissing. “I mean seriously, if this is how you act when you’re broken up I am certainly glad you aren’t together anymore…”

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