Hinny, A Beginning (BOOK 1 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

The Warm Night

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Harry

Soon, Dean stated he was tired too and got up. Ginny did as well. I still had one parchment left. They bid me goodnight and went up, i just watched Ginny's figure disappear behind the door and sighed. I looked at my homework feeling completely disconnected from it. The whole two hours that Dean and Ginny sat with us, id barely finished half a parchment. I kept sharing glances at them or watch them talk to their friends.

I took a deep breath and then heard footsteps. It was Ginny, walking down thebsteps with a book and parchments. She had a quill in one hand and she settled on the couch.

"Hey." She grinned.

"I thought you went to sleep."

"I did but then I realized I have to finish this parchement for tomorrow or I don't get to hand it in." She clicked her tongue, "Come sit up." She cocked her head to the couch. I nodded and tucked myself by the other end of the couch.

"What're you doing?" She yawned.

"Divinition. You?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Filling out a parchment on most Dementors."

"That should be easy for you."

"Sure. I just need to think, really hard and my brain's all fuzzy. We had two Butterbeers." She chuckled, "He was even going to order some firewhiskey but I was already a little tired."

"Firewhiskey? Isn't that a bit much for anniversary."

"I suppose. But then again, I've never been on an anniversary dinner." She chuckled.

"But what about Michael?"

"Come on, Harry. He was more invested in Cho. I think they probably celebrated months of friendship." She mocked the idea and I chuckled.

"Well, its nice that Dean did that, right?"

"No, i did this." She sat up straight and away from the arm rest, crossing her legs under her. I did the same, "He got me chocoballs and popcorn."

"Its about the gesture I suppose."

"Well if we were dating, would you get me popcorn too?" She cocked a brow.

"I've never done anniversary either." I shrugged.

"Well, hopefully you will soon." She tapped my shoulder, "Someday marriage one too." She smiled. My ears burned up at this thought.

"But if I was dating you, I'd get you one of those fizzing whizbeez. You always laugh too much when you eat them."

She smiled a little.

"Then I will take you to Hogsmeade. Then to Madame Pudifoots'-"

"Ew!" She smacked my chest, "You just ruined a romantic evening!"

I laughed.

"Kidding. Kidding." I caught my composure, "Three Broomsticks. Butterbeers and then your favourite Rottissrie Smoked Chicken."

"Aw, you know me Potter!" She tilted her head with a big grin, "And then maybe I'll sneak us into the Room of Requirements and have some relaxing time. No distubance." She bit her lip and her cheeks tinted as she beamed at me, "Lucky girl." She nodded.

"Too bad." I chuckled and she slapped my cheek gently.

"Did you drink your potion today?" I asked. She nodded with a weak smile, readjusting in the cushions.