Forever, Ginny

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Ginny and Harry were laying in Ginny's bed in the fifth year girl's dormitory, Harry's arms wrapped around her from behind. They were fast asleep, intimate and content. It was innocent, though.

Harry was able to get in with a charm that Ginny had found in an old book from the library. They laid there, innocent as can be, curtains drawn, their breathing synchronized underneath the blanket. It was Saturday and all the other girls had left—leaving Harry and Ginny alone.

Harry was one for the mornings, he always woke up early. Mostly from the Dursleys banging on his tiny door every morning for ten years. He was conditioned to wake up bright and early. It felt like punishment to have to sleep in, like if he did someone was going to yell at him for it, so he never did. Harry woke her up gently, shaking her shoulder, and she stared bleakly up at him.

"Morning, Gin!" He said brightly, and Ginny shook her head in disbelief.

"How are you always so energetic in the mornings, you git?" She said dryly, and turned over in the bed so she faced him. Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around her once again.

"You love this git." He whispered. She rolled her eyes, but giggled as he kissed her on the nose softly, once again on her forehead and on the neck, and trailed from her jaw to her lips, more passionately, and he could feel her smiling against his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and got on top of him, still kissing. She was glad her dorm mates left.

rap! rap! rap!

A sharp knock was made on the door and before any of them could react or do something, Hermione came in. Ginny hushed Harry and she scrambled out of the bed, in a bra and pajama pants. She stumbled as she landed, and quickly latched onto a bed post in order to seem more nonchalant, "Hey 'Mione!" She greeted, putting a hand behind her neck casually, "What're you doing up here? It's super early!" Ginny said, her voice high pitched.

Harry could sense Hermione trying not to laugh, as she always did in those situations.

Hermione only smirked. "Hey, Harry!"

Harry slapped a hand to his face.

"Ron's looking for you." Cursing Hermione and her clever senses, Harry peeked his head out of the curtains, rather cartoonishly, sideways so his messy hair flopped over his eyes, his face bright red with a sloppy grin on his face. Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed, fiddling with her hands as Hermione smiled. Harry almost fell out of the bed and scrambled for his shirt and pulled it over his head quickly.

Hermione laughed and Ginny blushed, her face crimson, just like Harry, "You better put that cloak on unless you want Ron to blast you into the wall, he's already in a foul mood." Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands. Hermione grinned at Ginny one more time before she ran out the door and down the stairs. From up here, they could hear Ron say,

"So is he up there?!?"

Hermione mumbled in response something unclearly. They then heard Ron exclaim a curse word very loudly and his yell after Hermione smacked him on the head, probably. "It's not my fault you're an awful liar! Or at least when it comes to this stuff." Ron grumbled loudly, loud enough so it carried up the stairs, and the couple laughed when they head Hermione's retort.

"Shut up, or would you like me to tell everyone you still wear quaffle underpants?" A ripple of laughter rang through the common room, and Harry stifled a laugh.

Harry and Ginny shared a look, and with that, Harry didn't need to put on his invisibility cloak. He put on some jeans and a tshirt, pulled his robes on and tied his sneakers, while Ginny was still changing. "So I guess I should put on a protective charm on huh, so he doesn't kill me?" Harry joked, trying to diffuse the tension.