So Happy Together

It had been a while since Ginny had spoken to Harry. You could only ever talk to students in other year levels when they had spare time and Harry, for one, didn't have much spare time. Not for Ginny, at least. She would never see him in the day, between classes, homework, training and the like, and in the evening, Ron and Hermione would essentially park on top of him near the fireplace, or in the corner of a Gryffindor common room booth. They were very anxious for Harry, especially since a great number of females, and a smaller number of males, had expressed interest in his seemingly non-existent love life, and detailed their ability to set it alight.

Ironically, the two of them had recently given into lust themselves and were often spotted whispering underneath stairwells and doing homework over muted flirtation, much to Harry's exasperation. He had told them a number of times to give him and everyone else a break and find a closet. Though they swore their relationship was not going to be based on sugar glances and snogging, everyone knew that the majority of affairs lasted longer that way, anyhow. Especially due to the artistic confines of Hogwarts.

So, it was also Harry that hadn't spoken to Ginny in quite some time, trying to immerse himself in Quidditch and homework, and turn a blind eye to all of the romance. He wasn't a stupid boy when it came to love, though he was quite ignorant and unfortunately, blessed with very becoming features and quite a status. This is rarely a good combination, so Ron and Hermione were doing exactly what was necessary - saving the boy from heartbreak and that infamous reputation that all attractive boys seem to have going for them.

Alas, Ginny was on the verge of depression, due to a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach and the fact that she had hardly had a proper boyfriend in her life. It had always been about Harry, and no amount of random kissing partners would ever have changed that. She had finally discovered this after much practise at trying to quash her lust in empty classrooms. She was quite a pretty girl, compared to the other fifth years, though she always wore her hair quite short now, as a senior. However, since Harry just didn't care about that sort of thing, she couldn't play her looks to any advantage.

She simply wanted him to pin her against a wall, stare into her eyes and tell her that he loved her. Though Ginny couldn't really complain about the delight of jumping down a boy's throat, it would be different with Harry, she was sure.

There was no denying the underlying fact that Harry and Ginny were sweet on each other. While she enjoyed cherishing letters and love-charms, mostly from her Hufflepuff beaus who were into that sort of thing, she was much more interested in playing hard to get. She loved sparring with boys and was very good at it, for Ginny had a fiery temper, quick judgment and was very attractive when angry. These traits practically melted anyone who dared to bait her.

It was just no use ignoring Harry, although he refused to make his interest clear, and it was more like avoiding a mannequin than something capable of expressive and hurtful emotion. It had been about a month since he had shot her a glance, and even more than that since exchanging conversation. Ginny could remember fighting playfully with him about a year ago, and feeling so happy whenever he walked into a room. However, that was history now, and she was forced to snub him every time their eyes met, and pretend it hadn't happened.

If only the Boy Who Lived would tell her the truth about how he felt...

After lessons on a Wednesday, Ginny usually had quite a short journey downstairs to the Great Hall from the Charms corridor on the third floor. But after leaving the Owlery in the West Tower, answering letters from home, she reached the lunchroom late, sporting pink cheeks and a messy fringe.

Ginny took her usual seat, saying hello to everyone quietly. Placing her hands in her lap, she glanced at the people sitting around her.

Ron and Hermione, who were to her right, gave a hearty hello yet quickly returned to arguing over a Transfiguration exam. Fighting was secretly an excuse for them to get all passionate with each other, and Ginny was the only one who knew this for sure, but it was rather obvious as they tended to address the same concluded points repeatedly, just to keep a dispute rolling. Thus, there was hardly a moment each day when they weren't intensely defending themselves against the other.

Opposite her, Roger Davies was breaking all of the unwritten laws by eating lunch with Angelina at the Gryffindor table; he had been steadily for the past few weeks. Plus, because of the fact that they were opposing Quidditch captains, their little situation was quite the controversy around the school. Roger was very carelessly handsome, everyone knew that, but Angelina's infatuation was too intense to genuinely last; the two were stepping on each other's feet and holding hands underneath the table. Oddly enough, when Ginny came to think of it, Roger didn't really hate any of the Quidditch team that he was sitting next to, as he should have. He nodded her way in greeting, hardly taking his eyes off his girlfriend.

On her left was Neville, as always, then Colin and Dean and the rest of the boys, talking noisily. Opposite them, Lavender, Parvati and Padma, again breaking rules, were all collapsing in giggles over their behaviour. More of the younger students extended out past Ron and Hermione. She couldn't see Fred and George, who she adored and often sat in between when she was feeling glum. If there was one thing that the twins were good at, it was making people smile.

And as for Mr. Potter? Well, he was nowhere to be found.

The Great Hall was now a crazy mass of talk and bobbing heads, full up with the students awaiting lunch. Everyone eventually quieted; the teachers and, hence, the food, would never arrive while the racket persisted. On Wednesday lunchtime, McGonagall, Hagrid and Sprout were due for duty, and the rest of the teachers could relax in their common rooms or, respectively, their offices. But today, as the hall echoed in silence, no teachers appeared at the double doors, and no food upon the tables.

"Imagine me and you, I do..."

A small voice sounded out from nowhere, and the room became even quieter than before, if it were possible. The doors to the Hall shut, and heads turned wildly to see where the singing dialogue was coming from. It was confident, masculine, and it floated throughout the room, as whispering began.

Ginny knitted her eyebrows, self-consciously suspicious, as if she knew something that everyone else didn't. She slowly lifted off her seat, keeping her head low, and turned to peer down the long table to the other end.

"I think about you day and night, it's only right..."

There, sitting in the middle of a group of first year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw girls, was Harry Potter. Her dear Harry, smiling, his wand held up to his mouth and his collar raised around his neck. He kept talking, slowly articulating the words to a song, making gestures to the excited students around him, singing out with strength. Harry was at ease; the giddy, smitten smiles of the junior girls were going straight to his head, and he was grinning like a fool and laughing effortlessly between phrases, clearly enjoying the interest.

"To think about the girl you love, and hold her tight..."

At the mention of a 'girl', Ginny felt a blush rise into her cheekbones.

"This isn't about me... This isn't about me..." she told herself over and over inside her head. Harry was getting more and more confident by the second, and people were starting to talk. What the hell was he trying to prove, getting up in front of the entire school? For some, the tune was now familiar, but the intention was still unknown.

Harry shot Ginny a quick glance, dripping in desire, and time stood still for the redhead while she fought to find her breath, caught in her throat.

"So Happy Together..."

"It is about me!" Ginny breathed in relief, her eyes opened wide and her head hung to cover her smiling face, overcome with embarrassment and happiness, "Oh God, oh God..."

Angelina noticed Ginny hyperventilating, and then looked at Roger. The two of them inhaled their brewing laughter, realising, along with the rest of the hall, that Harry was trying to charm a certain girl by singing her a love song.

This was his endeavour at a 'serenade'. Talk about making a point.

"Oh, why couldn't he have just asked?" Ginny felt like banging her head on the table, but tension somewhere had been released and basking in the attention felt nice for a change. After all, it looked like the boy she loved had finally found some time for her.

Harry stood up, jumped into the middle of the Hufflepuff table and prepared himself for a proper attempt at singing a verse, instead of just sexily talking another. A few people cheered, most people laughed, and the rest searched the room for the lucky girl.

"If I should call you up, invest a dime..."

This sort of thing wasn't entirely new, and had been attempted before, by other lovesick boys.

A couple of years before, Oliver Wood had stood up and sung "You're Just Too Good to Be True" to Katie Bell, asking her to the Yule Ball. Though she agreed, his bedroom door was plugged with love letters for the next month, and he was constantly stuck in hallways with crazed third years, asking him to quote James Bond in his rather attractive Glaswegian accent.

But nothing on this scale, with a dance routine and all; a solo stab at trying to woo an unknown girl, soliciting for affection through song. No one at Hogwarts had any musical ability at all, period. Especially when it came to karaoke.

"And you say you belong to me, and ease my mind..."

Ginny slumped lower in her seat, keeping one eye hidden and the other on Harry as he started to jauntily swagger down the velvet Hufflepuff runner; One foot in front of the other, like a puppet.

All heads were inclined to look at him, and he was now performing like a cabaret star, adding a swaying tune to the act of making love to his wand-turned-microphone.

Pointing at people as he sang, twirling around himself and clicking in time to the beat like some sort of jazz singer; Harry just couldn't stop himself from grinning like an excited schoolboy... even though he was an excited schoolboy.

As the school's volume rose to meet Harry's voice, you could hear distance cheers and catcalls, many female giggles and surprised banter from the awe-struck crowd. With this, Harry simply became even more enthused and charming, a picture of sheer sex appeal and sophistication. If only he had been wearing leather pants...

"Imagine how the world could be so very fine..."

Jumping along the benches, kneeling to croon into blushing girl's faces, Harry's wand was now his tango partner, and the Great Hall, his stage. Who would have thought the boy to have so much swing in him? Ginny was now completely overcome, for Harry kept shooting her glances, pointing towards her and rolling the lyrics off his tongue, with such style and grace. But not so much as to give her away. It was only Roger and Angelina that really knew Harry was singing to Ginny.

In the centre of the Slytherin table, Harry paused to roll up his sleeves and push back his hair. He raised his eyebrows at Ginny in a question, trying to pull his sexiest beam possible. Ginny's heart rose and fluttered in her chest, for it was too unbelievable to take seriously. All of her hopes and dreams were finally coming true, and there would be no more pining over Harry after this was over. Hopefully, he would sing her that exact same song in private, at her request.

"So Happy Together..."

Continuing to stride along the runners of Slytherin and, at regular intervals, shake his hips in time to his own manifested tune, Harry was finally in his element. Ginny didn't think much of his singing voice at that moment, though it was almost perfectly on key and in time; she was defeated by his posture, rhythm and utter confidence. His cheeks kept dimpling whenever he leant down to attempt some dance step, or begin a suave Fred Astaire travel down the table. He looked utterly spectacular.

The students were cheering and the noise in the hall was almost deafening, but Harry continued to sing louder and louder above the chanting, the taunting and the applause, blowing a kiss to any girl who shrieking loud enough.

And, when some of the crying girls resorted to blowing kisses back, Harry would attempt to thrust his hips at the crowd and skate along his toes like Michael Jackson. Of course, none of the Wizarding girls knew who Michael Jackson was, and were overly contented with Harry's own shaky moonwalk and Billie Jean quickstep.

Honestly, they would have put any Muggle to shame. But, at least Harry was giving it his all...

"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you, for all my life!"

By now, most had figured out that Ginny was 'the girl', and were shooting her smiles and looks of inspiration. Ron was still confused as to what he should do to protect his sister and stop his best friend from making a complete arse of himself. He felt it was his duty to take action of the situation, because the other straight-headed Weasley in the room had already lost her self-control, to say the least.

Ginny could hear him struggling underneath Hermione's grasp, "Harry doesn't dance! He just doesn't... wait! Fuck, Harry doesn't dance... Bloody prat, who the hell does he think he is?" But Ron was still smiling, so all was okay.

She fought her first giggle for the afternoon as Harry attempted a cartwheel and was lost under a rabid tangle of those particular Ravenclaw seventh years that had been conveying such an interest in him. He rose again after a few moments, one arm out wide to the audience, a girl hanging from the other, a dashing smile on his face and a guilty lip-gloss kiss on his neck.

"When you're with me, baby the skies will be blue, for all my life!"

Hermione turned to Ginny, leaving Ron smiling firmly with her hand in his grip, quite in awe of his best friend. She crinkled her nose in delight and screamed in her ear, above the noise, "Congratulations, Gin! I wish Ron would do something like this for me, but we always knew that Harry was ...special, in all sorts of ways." She raised her eyebrows and gave a very knowing smile, but shrugged it off and gave her friend a hug.

At the centre of the Hufflepuff table, Harry stopped and locked eyes with Ginny, his cheeks red with excitement and his chest heaving. Catching his breath, the students roared onward, screaming for more.

He held his hand up to his ear, stalling for time and smiling. Pushing back his hair again, he beckoned to the crowd, as if he couldn't hear them. Most of the students were now on their feet, yelling at Harry to keep singing. Ginny grinned at him, untucked her bob from behind her ears, tongue in her teeth and arms crossed casually over the table.

Harry launched into the chorus again, feet spread wide, flinging his hands and head to the ceiling in a very dramatic pose. Ginny bit her bottom lip in satisfaction.

"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you, for all my life!"

Finally, blaring music sounded from the edges of the hall, but underneath the roar from the students, it was hardly audible until Harry motioned to Fred and George, in the corners of the room, to turn it up. They joined in clapping and cheering as Harry bellowed out the chorus and Ginny fell captive to giggles and the wonderful feeling in her stomach. The Hufflepuffs continued to try and drag Harry off the table as he bounded up and down its length.

Pulling silly stances, dancing like an idiot, wiggling his hips down the 'catwalk', drinking in the attention and summoning to Ginny; it was clear to the school that Harry Potter was either high on something of very good quality, or completely and utterly in love with Ginny Weasley.

Roger and Angelina were now falling over each other with laughter. The most talked about and talented boy in school, his nemesis and her seeker, respectively. His recital was too much for them to bear. Finally, Roger found her lips, Angelina found his hands and they disappeared underneath the table.

Dean and the boys next to Ginny were all screaming at Harry to stop, in amongst their calls of support, and Lavender, who had completely forgotten about flirting, was now staring, transfixed, like Harry was some sort of rock star, which, if you had walked into the Great Hall at that very moment, wouldn't have been very surprising.

"When you're with me, baby the skies will be blue, for all my life!"

At that moment, a trophy cupboard on the wall of the Hall flung open, and a boy toppled out of it, much to the surprise of the dancing students around him. It was Draco Malfoy, trousers around his ankles, lipstick around his mouth and a seriously shocked look in his eyes as he landed like a beetle on his back. The seventh year Veela in the cupboard peeked out anxiously, and tried to do up her shirt.

The Slytherin heartthrob looked very guilty indeed, but as soon as he saw Harry, doing a John Travolta right where he ate breakfast everyday, the boy nearly died of fright. He grabbed his trousers and tried to pull them back over his black satin shorts. Darting out of the hall, he couldn't even find the stomach to smirk at the ridiculous display in front of him, instead just shaking his head, completely baffled and embarrassed for his enemy. Heading out the double doors, zipping his fly, the blonde trailed behind him, wailing something in French.

"Me and you, and you and me..."

Never having heard the song before, Ginny was head over heels in love. It sounded like Harry had written the lyrics by himself, especially for her, and this was one of the best things that had ever happened to Ginny. She deserved no one else, partly because she was already neurotic over Potter and his god like qualities, so much so he was giving her hot flushes.

And partly because, up on the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter looked damn fine, shaking his boo-tay in everyone's faces and getting on down to his own voice.

Finally nearing the end of the performance, Harry jumped on the floor, beat off the crowd and approached the end of the Gryffindor table, the opposite side to Ginny. He stepped up onto the burgundy runner, looked at the crowd, and naughtily removed his jumper much to their delight. Squeals issued from the group of girls who caught it and tore it in two.

Harry pulled his collar back up to his neck, smartly adjusting his tie and pulling another playful smile.

"No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be..."

Ginny hid her head again; afraid of what he was going to do next inside her bright pink cheeks and foggy, elated mind. Harry stopped singing and took a runner's opening position. The school guessed his next move and started to clap slowly, through eager talk. He pounced like a cat, looked at Ginny and winked at her self-confidently, giving a cheeky little smirk to the crowd.

Harry took a giant run up along the Gryffindor table, bounced onto his knees and slid the rest of the way, arms out for balance as if he was riding a wave. Slowing sideways to face his love, Ginny stood up so their faces were at the same level. The school quieted down as Harry took her hand and let his other slide up to behind her neck. He let go, grabbed his wand from his back pocket and held it up to his mouth, removing his glasses and pushing his hair into his eyes, for effect.

"The only one for me is you, and you for me..."

"I have something to tell you, Ginny Weasley..." he whispered into the end of his wand provocatively, letting his tenor words repeat through the Hall and his eyes stare into Ginny's. A girl let off a wolf whistle, everyone laughed but quieted promptly as not to spoil the moment that would go down in Hogwarts' history.

Ginny snatched the wand and got up onto the table, so they were both kneeling, facing each other. The students milled around them in a circle. She raised her chin at him in comical defiance and stuck out her chest like a boy, "I thought that little performance pretty much summed your feelings up, Potter..." She spat maliciously, a lot like Malfoy had, so many times before. The students, mostly the boys, whooped at her show of cheek. She grinned, playing the game back at them.

"So Happy Together..."

"Oh really?" Harry put his hand behind her back and pulled her nearer, shoving the wand back into his pocket. He leant close to her ear. "I think I love you, Ginny Weasley..." He pulled some hair off her smiling face and stared deep into her eyes, but the fact that he was still grinning like an idiot took away from the romantic, adult sincerity of it all and reminded them both that they were still excitable teenagers, in their lunch hall, surrounded by their whole school. "Did it come across like that?"

"Forever and ever..."

She reached out pulled his head up to hers, so their noses were touching, "Just kiss me, Harry Potter," Ginny whispered into his lips, and pursed her own.

Harry laughed lightly at her boldness, "Don't you want to go find a closet somewhere first, Gin?"

Ginny grabbed him by the shoulders and cocked her head. And with that, she pressed her lips to his and Harry swept her up into one of the most amazing kisses she had ever experienced.

Minus a broom closet, privacy and scope for the imagination, anyway.

He'd save the real serenade for tonight.

"So Happy Together..."