Love me like you do

Room 715

**Re-EDITED 22 April 2020**

Ginny's POV

My hands slowly but shakily turn the brown door handle of  715. My breathing picking up. I could my heart beat beating erratically in my ears.  I took several deep breaths trying to save my composure.  You can do it Weasley! My eyes landed straight away on a tall figure stood with it's back to me, it was obvious it was a boy, with his muscles and his back side. Gee I got a boy as a roommate... yay me! How is this not illegal?  I stood nervously and but focused on what I shouldn't, I watched the way his arse looked perfect in those jeans. Damn. My eyes took in his full view.  He has sexy black hair by the looks of it.. What are the chances of me knowing this guy, eh? Let's hope he's hot! I'll give him a shot. Without realising I had crossed my fingers..then it hit me, How does my hair look like? Do I have anything in my teeth? God did Emilie stick a 'kick me' sign on my back?

Just breathe Ginny.

Say something!!!

I combed my hair with my finger tips and adjusting my outfit. The figure obviously still didn't realize my presence so i cleared my throat. 1...2... The figure turned and my heart stopped. Literally stopped. My breathing just sped up and suddenly I was all sweaty.  My fists rolled into balls as I tried so hard not to lose it right there and then.

Harry motherfucking Potter.

"What are you doing here?" He asked astonished. He eyed me up and down suspiciously. I could barely utter a word.

"I-I-T-h-i-s  i-s  m-y  R-o-o-m" I shuttered.  I immediately scolded myself for shuttering like a complete fool in front of him. Great he's gonna think I can't speak. Stupid stupid----

"o-o-oh cool, t-h-a-ts yo-ur bedroom", he mocked back shrugging his shoulders. He gestured to a closed off room with a dark brown door frame. I tried lifting my luggage in but struggled hugely. I heard Harry chuckle before flicking his wand.  I glared at him. I walked over to the bedroom door that was at the other side of the room. Opening it a reasonable size bed awaited for me. I saw that Harry was in the same room as me but the other door seemed jammed locked.  Sitting myself down I packed my clothes away putting them in the gigantic wardrobe I had beside my bedside. I glanced over at Harry who was staring at me, quirking my brows at him he reluctantly went back to whatever he was doing. Which was being Harry. I rolled my eyes before completing the task at hand. 

Silence fell upon us and it increased the tension in the room. I swear I felt light headed but I couldn't let on the Potter effects. I'm and out, Gin. Just breathe. It's just Harry.

"How's Ron?" Harry asked breaking the silence. 

I picked my words carefully trying to cancel any form of conversation with him but I know it would be no use. Harry was after all close with Ron. The temptation to say, "go ask him yourself" was for real. But I know Harry would come up with more smart remark.

"Good, he got himself a job in London" I answered calmly. Where has he been? Doesn't he check up on his "best friends?"

"Did he get with Hermione?" He asked a smile planted on his handsome face. No GINERVA! He is the PAST! LET HIM GO.

"Get with Hermione what?" I asked bewildered.

"I meant in as, did he grow a pair and make a move?" He asked sheepishly. Aww his laugh...