Oh dear, this is the last post, and I only just noticed it! 
I would have warned you before, lol, but I forgot. Sorry! But now you know. Thanks for keeping with me, and please do reply. 
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"I THINK I'VE FOUND—Ginny? Harry? WHAT ARE YOU DOING LIKE THAT?"
As if he had just touched a burning hot cauldron, Harry let go of Ginny under Ron's fierce glare. Ginny whirled around, looking at Ron with a smirk on her lips, huddling Harry's cloak closer around her. Her brother's eyes were darting between the two of them as Hermione and Neville appeared out of the rain, both carrying large yellow umbrellas. Harry observed his three friends, intrigued by the small smile playing around Hermione's lips.
"See, Ron," she said, "they're both fine."
"Heylo," Ginny said good-humouredly. "Fancy meeting you here!" She and Harry rolled with laughter, joined by Hermione and Neville. However, they quieted at the sight of a fuming Ron Weasley quickly.
((Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spinning as free as dervish's whirl))
"YOU!" he finally exploded, pointing a shaking finger in Harry's direction. "What have you done to her? She's soaking wet, and there you are, dry as a bone—"
"Ron," Ginny interrupted, annoyance clear in her voice, "we were caught in the rain, nothing happened…"
"Ron, there's no need to explode like that—as Ginny said, they were surprised by the rain, that's all. I'm sure they can also get home alone, so why don't we just go back—" Hermione suggested, Neville nodding fervently at her side, and pulling at Ron's sleeve.
"Holding each other, kissing and what not—"
"We didn't kiss," Harry frowned.
"RON!" Ginny shouted. "Get a grip on yourself!"
"You keep out of this matter, Ginny, it has nothing to do with you. Potter, I'd really like to know what you thought you were doing—"
Harry blinked, looking at Ron who was behaving like a rampaging Hippogriff. He wondered if he shouldn't have let him have so many butterbeers—add the fact that he had already been aggravated to no end by Percy, and you could probably even understand his reaction. But by now, Harry wasn't even hearing the words Ron was shouting anymore; they washed over him as he tried to find something to reply, to make him understand that they had only come here as friends, and that Ginny was afraid of Heating Charms—How logical that seems, he thought dryly—and that they really were too dumb to think of transfiguring a pinecone or a bit of wood into an umbrella…
Suddenly, Ginny turned around, away from Ron. She closed the small gap between herself and Harry, and the sound was turned back on; or better, Ron had just simply fallen silent, as Ginny took Harry's face into her hands, eyes twinkling, and, standing on the tips or her toes, pressed her lips against his. Harry's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before snapping shut. His hands snuck around Ginny's waist pulling her closer to him as her hands found their way into his unruly black hair. Although he was expecting to be hit by a curse any second, Harry couldn't pull away; especially when Ginny opened her mouth wider and deepened the kiss. It was intoxicating; Harry felt like he was one of those pieces of fruit in his punch from earlier on, swirling in circles, drowning, deeper and deeper…and yes, it was watermelon, her taste was definitely watermelon, oh yes. Her hands now came back to his face and Ginny pulled away, but not before pressing a last kiss on his lips.
"There," she said, eyes dancing in merriment. "Now you can start shouting, Ron."
((I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…
Kind of girl…)) ~ The End ~