It Will Be Our Little Secret

It Will Be Our Little Secret

Chapter One: Living a Lie

Disclaimer: OK, let's play a little game, shall we? How about Yatzee? No... What about Monopoly? No... Oh! What about my favorite... Who Am I? Yeah? Cool! I'll go first. Who am I? I live in the United States, I am fourteen years old (almost fifteen), and I am poor. So, who am I? Or, rather, who am I not? Why, that's right! I'm NOT J.K. Rowling! Nor do I own her characters, or the Harry Potter plot line or anything else you'd like to sue me for... which wouldn't really be worth it... because I'm poor, remember? So, now that that's over with, you can read my amazing story (not really...)

Ginny woke up in her warm bed, next to the man she loved. It was so cozy in their little bed, under the covers. She casually glanced over at the clock on the shelf beside their bed. It read 6:32. It took Ginny's mind longer than usual to process this number. When she had processed it, she jumped out of bed, cursing.

"Shite! I'm going to be so sodding late!" She got dressed as quickly as she could. Then she went over to the bed and kissed the man who lay there's forehead. "Bye, sweetie. I'll see you tonight, yeah?" He mumbled an inaudible reply and shifted over to his front. "Yeah, I love you, too," Ginny remarked sarcastically.

She practically ran out of their apartment and apparated to Luna and Neville's apartment.

"Hey Luna, Neville! Sorry I'm late, I slept in," Ginny explained in rush of words.

"Not a problem!" Neville said, pleasantly. "Bye, Loony! Have a good day!" he said, kissing Luna good bye.

"Bye!"

The two women walked out of the apartment and walked to their favorite café for some quick breakfast before apparating to work together. They both worked for The Daily Prophet. Luna had merged The Quibbler with the Prophet because she wasn't making any money, so she wrote the section that was devoted to news that would have been put in The Quibbler. Ginny had worked her way up to becoming one of the Prophet's best writers. She mostly got to write the stories that were put on the front page. She did everything, from interviews with celebrities to important news about former Death Eaters who tried to regain control by going on killing sprees. She was the best, and she was proud of it.

Luna and Ginny said their goodbyes as they each went to the separate departments. Ginny was pretty happy this morning, but when she walked into her office and saw the pile of papers on her desk, her mood instantly darkened.

At about eleven thirty, Ginny heard some not-so-subtle coughing coming from her fireplace. She looked over her mountain of papers to see Hermione's face in the fire. Ginny's mood instantly brightened as she walked over to talk with her friend.

"Hey, 'Mione! How're you doing?"

"Good! You?" her friend asked.

"Well, I have loads of work, but I'll live," Ginny said, laughing.

"Oh," Hermione said, looking discouraged. "'Cause, I was hoping to have lunch with you, but if you're too busy..."

"No! Not at all! I actually think that a lunch break would benefit me more than hurt me! I'd love to have lunch with you!" Hermione instantly brightened. "Do you want me to ask Luna?"

"I already did. She's having lunch with Neville today," Hermione informed her friend.

"Oh, so will we be joined by my dear brother?" Ginny asked, teasing Hermione.

"No, he's got loads of work as well, so he can't make it today," Hermione replied, not phased by her friends suggestive look.

"Cool! So, it will be just the two of us?"

"Yeah. I was hoping that we could go to this new sandwich shop right near work."

"Sounds good. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"Um... how about in the courtyard outside the Ministry at twelve thirty?" Hermione said, referring to a place they often met outside her work. She worked for the Ministry of Magic, doing research for new spells and potions. She loved her job, but for the life of her, Ginny couldn't fathom why.

"Okee Dokee! See you there at twelve thirty!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" Hermione said as she pulled her face out of her fire place.

It was twelve fifteen and Ginny had already left work. Since she was running a little early, she decided to walk to meet Hermione, rather than apparate, as she normally did. She wove her way through the busy London streets, enjoying stretching her legs after being trapped under her desk for so long.

As she neared the aforementioned court yard, she saw that Hermione was talking to someone. She began to smile, but then remembered and put on her war face.

"Hey, Hermione," she said pleasantly as she neared the couple.

"Um, hi, Gin," Hermione said, apprehensively looking between Ginny and her conversation partner. She really didn't want to see a fight. Not today.

"Hey, Ginny," The man next to her said, mockingly.

"Sodd off, arseface!" Ginny said in anger. No such luck for poor Hermione.

"I try to be friendly and this is what I get?" he said exasperatedly.

"You were never friendly before, so I don't see why I should be friendly to you. I owe you noting!" Ginny glared at him and he glared back.

"Ginny, Harry, I thought that you guys promised not to fight in front of me," Hermione said, close to tears.

Both Harry and Ginny softened when they saw how upset their mutual friend was.

"Sorry, Hermione," they said at the same time, then they glared at each other, but didn't speak for their friend's sake.

"Bye, Herms. I'll see you later, 'k?" Harry said as her walked away. Nobody except Ginny noticed the little twinkle in his eyes that so resembled Dumbledore's.

"So, now that that prick is gone, you ready for lunch?" Ginny asked, linking her arm with Hermione's.

"Ginny, please!" Hermione begged her friend.

"I'm sorry. He just infuriates me so," Ginny said a truly apologetic look in her eyes.

"It's okay. Let's just forget this little incident and have lunch, okay?" Ginny nodded and Hermione led her to the place where they would be having their lunch. Both women ordered and grabbed a table outside. They sat eating their sandwiched and chatting happily.

"So, Ginny. This morning, you looked pretty happy. Is there anything that you'd like to tell me?" Hermione inquired.

"Not really, just that things are going well with my man," Ginny said dreamily.

"And there's still no chance of you telling me who this mystery man of yours is?"

"Nope," Ginny said happily.

"Come on, Gin!" Ginny stubbornly shook her head, smiling sweetly at her friend. "Well, at least tell me what he looks like," Hermione insisted.

"If I told you what he looks like, it would be a dead give away," Ginny said.

"Oh, so he's someone I know?" Hermione asked.

"You could say that," Ginny said, trying to restrain herself from laughing out loud.

As they finished their sandwiches, Hermione said, "Well, alright, Miss Mystery. I'll see you later, yeah?"

"As soon as possible!" Ginny agreed and went on her way back to her growing pile of work.

Ginny walked into her shared apartment with Luna later that night at about seven thirty. They had just handed in their articles for the morning Prophet but neither one of them was very tired. They were both night owls and night time was when they came alive. They had a quiet dinner of chicken and rice and cauliflower that they cooked together, chatting, complaining, and gossiping. Then, at eight thirty, Ginny announced that she was leaving to go see "her man". She winked a Luna and apparated to the apartment that she had woken up in that morning. She knew that Neville would be arriving soon at the apartment that she had just left. She and Luna had come up with a good system, especially sine Luna and Neville were the only ones who knew who Ginny was with.

Ginny walked up the stairs and into the living room of the apartment. There he was, sitting in a big armchair, the firelight reflecting off of his glasses.

"Hey there, handsome," she said, smiling.

He looked up at her and grinned. "Hey, beautiful."

She went over and sat on his lap and gave him a deep kiss. "That was fun today, no?"

"It always is, isn't it?" She nodded in agreement before she kissed him again.

"I felt kinda bad about Hermione, though. She seemed really upset," Ginny said uncertainly.

"We should tell them soon," he told her, with the same persistence he always had when they had this argument.

"Harry, we've been over this," Ginny said, exasperated.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just that I want it to be out in the open, you know? Don't get me wrong, it's really fun to pretend to hate each other, but I want everyone to know. I want them to know that you're not eligible, I'm not eligible, and that I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"Aww, thanks," Ginny said, smiling up at him.

"Sorry, I just am getting a bit frustrated, is all," Harry admitted.

"Yeah... How about if we tell them this Christmas? That way, we'll be out in the open for our one year anniversary."

"That sounds good," he smiled at her. She fiddled with the chain around her neck. It's "pendant" was a ring. The ring had a tear-drop shaped emerald in the middle with two small diamonds on either side of the emerald, all on a thin, gold band. It was simple, yet beautiful.

"I can't wait to be able to wear this ring," she told him. He kissed the top of her head.

"I know."

Ginny looked up at him. His untamable black hair, his deep, emerald green eyes under his glasses, and his scar that identified him to the rest of the Wizarding World. She loved every inch of him. But, the only ones who knew about it were Harry, Luna, Neville, and herself. Everyone else thought that they hated each other.

Ginny sighed and snuggled deeper into his arms.

"You know, seeing you angry, yet knowing that you weren't really angry was really turning me on," Harry said, suggestively.

"And vise versa," Ginny told him, smiling at him mischievously. He attacked her mouth with his, in a deep, passionate kiss.

They soon made it to their bed room, and they didn't leave until the next morning.

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I hope that you guys liked it! I just had this idea and I thought that it would be fun to write! There will be more chapters of this, it's not a one shot... Please read and review!

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