─── ･ ｡:ﾟ♡: *. Señorita .*♡ :ﾟ. ───ˊˎ˗

❝Chapter Five❞
                                                   ━━━ Under The Velvety Skies. . .

Dad!
Dad, Dad, Dad! Dad! Dad!

Prongs asks, 'What's wrong, Harry?'

Dean is gonna take Ginny for stargazing! TONIGHT!

Prongs says, 'oh. OH. OH!'

STOP BEING DRAMATIC AND HELP ME!

Prongs says, 'Follow your heart.'

LITERALLY?!

Prongs says, 'Yes.'

Harry Potter was currently stalking Ginny Weasley. She and Dean – the slick git – were sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, their legs swung over the pillar. The bloke was drawing something on a parchment whilst Ginny was simply staring ahead in silence.

"You know which star my Mum loves a lot?" Dean asked suddenly. Harry saw Ginny shrug. "The Northern Star. It's said to guide lost souls to their destination and has significance in star lore." Oh, if only that star would guide this lost soul. . .

"That seems quite fascinating, mhm," Ginny responded, nodding her head in a very un-Ginny-like motion. "I wish it would guide me as well. . ." she added in a much slower tone. Harry's heart gave a lurch. We were thinking the same. Does it mean she doesn't hate me? Oh, to hope.

"I'm sure it will guide you, Ginny," Dean assured.

"What's that one called, Dean?" Ginny asked spontaneously, pointing at the sky. Harry squinted his eyes but could not make out which one of the thousands she was referring to. "The one beside the Northern Star."

"Err? I am afraid I don't see it?" Dean said in a confused tune, leading Harry to wonder about his sanity and vision. Even the specky git that I am can see that star twinkling.

"But it's right there!

"I think I know the reason why I'm not seeing it. Although it's disheartening to say this, your soulmate must be near you. That star, which appears only to a few people, is said to only be visible to soulmates who are in close proximity. It's a magical star, called Seloamour," the Gryffindor explained. Harry's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat.

"Really? I think it's rubbish. There's no one here besides us and if you can't see us and unless someone is stalking us. . ." Ginny started hyperventilating.

"Calm down. I don't think he's here," Dean comforted her and took her hand in his. Harry felt his insides burn and took it as a cue to reveal himself and confront Dean. And confess to Ginny.

Stepping out of the shadows, Harry called out to the Weasley in a much softer voice which he thought was impossible to have mustered, given the tantrum his emotions were throwing. "Señorita?"

Ginny froze. So did Dean. Turning around cautiously, chocolate orbs met emerald ones. Her brown eyes softened before an unbelievable amount of hatred flared up in them, indicating the damage Harry had inflicted.

"What the ruddy hell do you want now, Potter?! Haven't you insulted me enough?!" she shouted at him. Throwing his hands up in surrender, Harry walked towards her.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I really am–" Harry started to apologize, but Dean interrupted him with a cough.

"Umm, I guess I'm interrupting a storm from passing. I better get going. See ya mate! Oh, and Ginny," he paused. "Now I get why you saw the Seloamour. I think it's the Northern Star's doing. Good night, Ginny." Dean left, leaving behind a really terrible silence which Harry wanted to end.

"Ginny," he breathed, trying to switch tactics. Ginny simply frowned, crossed her arms and turned away from him. There is no use trying to play the soft boy here. Gotta turn into a wild boy. Thank Sirius.

Harry approached her slowly and stood, towering over Ginny's petite figure. She looked up at him with dilated pupils, a protective hand over her chest. "W-what are you p-planning to do?"

Harry smirked. "I'm going to determine whether what I said earlier this evening is true or not."

"H-Harry?" Her tone, shaky, just egged him on. It happened in slow motion, but for Harry his heart was racing. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. It almost caught him off guard when he was proved wrong.

"As much as I hate to admit it, I was wrong," Harry admitted, pulling away and messing his locks. An annoying fringe of his hair fell over his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean, Potter?! You happened to –"

"Steal a kiss from you, yes," he grinned blindly. Come on, Señorita. Push my hair back. Come on. . .!

Ginny merely harrumphed. "Doesn't change the fact that I hate you."

Harry sighed and drooped his head. Notice me, Señorita!

"What's wrong with you?" she asked impatiently.

No, what is wrong with your eyes?  "Let's just say, I fell out of my original crush," Harry stated, straightening. Electricity coursed through his body, starting from his forehead to his toes, when Ginny pushed the annoying fringe away from his eyes.

"Are you sure?" she asked, searching his eyes for any trace of dishonesty. Damn those resplendent brownies.

"Positive," Harry's voice was thin, surprisingly for a teenage boy.

"Oh."

"Now, Ginny. Did you forgive this cinnamon roll?" Harry asked hopefully, faking a bow.

"Cinnamon roll? Where?" This girl would be the death of me. Harry's face was probably pitiable, leading Ginny to laugh and punch his chest. "That's for insulting me in front of Mr Black, you tosser!"

"Insulting? I was only trying to get a kiss out of those words! But you were a ruddy coward to have backed down," Harry shot back, changing plates before adding his secret formula. "Weren't you, Señorita?"

Ginny's face turned the shade of her auburn hair. "Don't you dare call me that!"

Yes! This is the moment I was waiting for!  "Admit it. You love it when I call you Señorita, don't you?"

"Alright, fine! I guess. . . I can love it."

"That is my frenemy, people!" Harry proclaimed, laughter succeeding his sentence as Ginny fiddled with her hands.

"You know, I really hate you, Haddock!"

"Unfortunately for you, I love you so much!" It was involuntary. Almost natural, stunning both of them, and perhaps the stars above. Time had suddenly paused, to witness the world-changing fact that he, Harry Potter, had admitted. But I'm not going to take that back, am I?

"Are you –"

"I'm not Sirius, that is!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at  a random bright star. "But if you want to know if I am serious. Yes, well, I am dead serious." The Moon's light grazed their faces, and her pretty brown orbs glimmered honey. When Ginny started swaying on the spot, he backed away. I am not going to force her to love me. . . "Wasn't this what it was supposed to be? An act?" Harry attempted to change the topic, walking to gaze at the stars instead. A luminous little twinkle caught his eye. That's probably the Seloamour.

The black-haired boy felt Ginny's hand slip in his. "I have always liked you. . . from when we were really young. That cute boy with blinding black hair. . . He was. . . Merlin is still attractive," she admitted. Harry made no move to show his surprise, lest he frighten her. "Maybe that's why I hated your nickname for me. I couldn't hate it, no matter what, because I loved it, loved you. My so-called hatred was just an excuse to t-talk to you. I only just. . . realized it."

Harry felt his chest tighten and his heart skip a beat. Perhaps this is the time to follow my instincts, mind and heart, Dad. He looked up at the stars and two caught his gaze. One of them twinkled thrice, egging him on. He took a deep breath, making a split-second decision to confess. "Maybe I did too. My attraction to Cho was just because she looked pretty. It was, in other words, an obsessive crush. She really will not be able to bring out the real me. . . Do you know who can actually do that?" Harry questioned, meeting Ginny's curious orbs. "You. You, Señorita. My solivagant walk in Hogsmesde taught me enough. I don't want us to be frenemies anymore. Hell, not even friends or best friends. I want us to be more than that. If you desire, that is."

Ginny's eyes softened. "I would love it but. . ." Harry felt his breath hitch. What condition is she going to impose?

"But? Tell me, Señorita," he urged.

Ginny shrugged before responding. "I really don't want us to lose the frenemies vibe, if you get me."

Harry's mind went blank before a lone light lit up in his brain. "Ha! You think you would get any less crazy if you dated this handsome bloke, Mad Hatter? Never!"

Ginny's face turned red. "Oh, really? Did you think you would stop being a lazy fish when you become this active girl's boyfriend? Not in your wildest dreams, Haddock!"

"Wait, Haddock means –"

"Go fish!"

"You don't literally mean cards, do you?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed and an accusing finger pointing at Ginny.

"I ain't Muggle, Potter. Go fish!"

"C'mere you, little devil!" Harry grinned, pulling the redhead close and catching her off guard, before attacking her sides and sending her into a laughing fit. She was no less violent when she kicked his shin in her frenzy, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Weak already, Hissarold?" his Señorita asked, crossing her arms and backing away with a smirk. Harry towered over her, his face wearing an equally challenging smirk.

"You wish, Señorita."

"Aww, I wish you were weak! So that I can dominate you, you brilliant idiot!" Ginny responded. Spontaneously, she cupped Harry's face, dragged him down to her height and kissed his cheek. "I hope that heals," she purred, fumbling timidly with her hair.

Harry smiled. It was in moments such as this that Harry loved Ginny. Her sass, sense of humor, vibe, energy and beauty were otherworldly. In addition, her caring attitude was quite admirable. They turned to witness the stars twinkling mischievously in an icy wasteland of the night. It was a dark canvas freckled with a million droplets of white paint, reminding him of his Señorita's minute, cute freckles. Under the velvety night sky, he turned to face her, a blush apparent on his cheeks as he said adoringly, "You are the unexpected solution to my life, Ginny, and I don't regret the day I called you Señorita."

Dear Mum and Dad,
Now I understand all the advice you gave me, Mum, Dad. I have not yet grown to be a mature man; I'm still working on it but with your advice, Padfoot and Moony's wild and tiring guidance and, mostly importantly, Señorita by my side, I'm sure I will make it out of this alive.

Prongs and Lily say, 'We are proud of you son.'

Thanks, Mum, Dad! I need one last thing from you both. . .

Prongs asks, 'What is it?'

Promise to stay close to me. . .

Prongs and Lily reply 'Until the end and always.'

I love you.

Happy Harry ^—^

~Fin~

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