She squeezed his hand. "I'm a little nervous." she confessed, "Would you meet me before the club... and after. I've a feeling that I'll have a lot to talk about."
"Of course." Harry assured her, patting her delicate hand with his own.
"I would suggest that you not be seen lurking about..."
This was advice that Harry really didn't need. An annoyed Professor McGonagall was a force to be reckoned with... but more usually avoided.
"I'd suggest the Marauder's Map." she lowered her voice when she named it. Harry's brow briefly furrowed, but then he considered who she had for brothers and the concern vanished from his face.
Standing on her tip-toes, Ginny kissed Harry on the cheek, and skipped away.
- - -
Soon it was the Tuesday evening, the last of the classes broke up, and the students were free. Changing into a more casual outfit, Harry headed down to the dungeon, taking a circuitous route. An easy task given the school's natural tendency to change and shift around, Harry was soon overhearing a smattering of conversations from the students that were assembling for the club. He managed to avoid being seen, keeping just around the corner or sufficiently into the shadows to avoid detection. He recognised many of the names, but with a school the size of Hogwarts there were a significant number he didn't know.
There was a close call with a young Slytherin girl, while Harry was scanning the Map for Ginny's arrival. But he made it into cover before being spotted. He had left the cloak back in the dorm room, happy that he wouldn't need it for tonight.
It was only a few minutes to six o'clock, when Ginny's trace appeared on the Dungeon floor. The rest of the students had filed into the class in preparation for the club, an excited buzz clear in their chatter and on their faces.
Ginny arrived with three Gryffindor friends, but sensing Harry's nearness she held back. Feigning an untied shoelace she shooed her friends onwards, allowing Harry to approach and kiss her.
She responded happily, taking his hand as she melted into the moment, when they broke apart Harry found a small phial in his hands.
His eyebrow quirked up with a question.
"Do you trust me?" Ginny asked.
"Do you trust me?" she repeated seeing more questions coming.
With a nod she directed his gaze back to the tiny potion bottle in his hand.
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