Summary: Here's a bit more Harry and Ginny. Sort of an epilogue, but not really. A bit fluffy, which is how I like it!

Disclaimer: Guess who Harry Potter doesn't belong to. You get three guesses and the first two don't count. If you're guess was me, you are absolutely correct and browny points for you. I do own Elizabeth Granger, but I'm afraid that's about it *sighs longingly*

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"Are they gone?" Harry whispered.

"Oh, yeah," Ginny grinned wolfishly at him as Hermoine and Ron's footsteps could be heard ascending the rickety staircase to his room. "I told you."

"You did," he returned her smirk with a very handsome one of his own. "Which charm did you use?"

"Rigamortus Extremitus," she said smugly. "Just on the door handle. Made it so that she couldn't use her arms or legs to open the door. Not that she really wanted to. All she needed was a little shove in the right direction."

"Damn, you're good," Harry said huskily, pulling her down next to him on the bed. "Amazing how dense they were."

"No kidding!" Ginny muttered, sliding under the covers and snuggling against him. "Don't know what I'd've done without Lizzy." She grinned. "Comes to that, I'm amazed she didn't have us pegged as a couple. I didn't think we'd be able to fool her."

"Me neither," Harry agreed, wrapping his well-muscled arms around her and pulling her deeper into the sea of white linen. "But at the time, she was pretty caught up in Charlie."

"That's true. But it's been three years! Too bad hiding our relationship and pretending to be as blind as they were didn't have its advantages."

"It did," Harry mumbled into her hair. "Just tonight, Ron gave me the 'hurt her and die, but otherwise she's yours' spiel."

"Oh, is that what you two were up to?" Ginny giggled. "I thought so. I had Hermoine reassuring me for an hour that you were head over heels for me - "

" - like you hadn't noticed," he growled seductively against her ear and she shivered in delight.

"Right. Anyway, it was really hard to keep blushing and trying to convince her to talk to Ron at the same time," she finished, thinking sympathetically of poor Hermoine.

"I know what you mean," Harry grumbled. "Thank god Ron's as thick as a brick wall or he would have noticed that I never actually said I hadn't kissed you senseless and - oh, how did I put it - 'done inappropriate things to you."

She punched his arm playfully.

"And my blushing was pretty bad, too," he continued, smiling down at her. "I kept thinking of all the most awful things I could - you know, McGonagall in a bikini, Snape in a thong - "

"Harry!" she squealed, her nose wrinkling. "Yuck!"

"Yeah, now you know how I felt," he smirked again, lacing his fingers through hers. "Don't you think it would have been easier not to have said anything about how we felt about each other at the dance three years ago?"

"Not like anyone noticed," Ginny pointed out. "Charlie and Liz were totally oblivious to us after the first dance and Ron and 'Moine were too embarrassed to detect anything."

"I'm a bit jealous of Charlie," Harry laughed, remembering how awkward he had been with Ginny back then. "He was always so smooth."

"So's Lizzy. They both astonish me," Ginny murmured into his bare chest, feeling her cold feet connect with the warm flannel of his plaid pajama pants. "They were never all blushy and nervous, the way we were. They were always so casual."

" 'Course, we were a lot younger than they were," Harry said, feeling his eyelids grow heavy.

"No, I think Charlie's always been a lady's man," Ginny yawned, closing her eyes.

"I'm a lady's man," Harry mumbled, his eyes sliding shut. Ginny smiled lovingly and kissed him gently.

"Here's to a job well done, then," she whispered, before drifting off to sleep.

The End

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Hope you liked it! I did. Anywho, I'm working on several other fics at the moment as well. I'll keep ya posted!