A/N: I honestly have no clue who owns the words shown in italic. I found them in one of my friend's AIM profiles once and saved it because I loved it. I just came across it and decided it would make for a cute little story. I'd give the credit if I could.

Originally this was going to be one long piece, now it will be an 18 part story. Each part will be a short length though. And I should have it finished in decent time. Each chapter starting with an italic line. It should be pretty fluffy.

Disclaimer: I don't own characters, places or spells you recognize. I don't own the words in italic. (Please assume this disclaimer applies for the full story.)

The Girlfriend Process

Tell her you think she's cool and tell her why.

I recently took notice of Ginny Weasley. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed her before. We've been hanging out lately. She's really cool. I'm meeting her in the library now. I'm a year ahead of her and offered to help her with homework. Who knows what possessed me to do that, especially this early in the morning?

I love that it's Saturday and she's not in uniform. She has real style. It's funny that for a pureblooded wizard, who knows barely anything about Muggles, the clothes she wears, or the way she wears them rather, keep up with the Muggle fashion trends. She really is something.

"Hey Ginny," I say sitting down. "What're we working on first today?"

"Muggle Studies of course. I have to abuse you well you're still fully willing to help," she grins. I shake my head and laugh at her. Sense of humor too.

"What's the work on then?"

"An essay: "Explain Muggle Fashion of This Time"." I laugh. "I don't see what's so funny," she says coolly. "Don't offer you're help if you're going to mock me." She starts to pack up her things to move to another table and I realise I should probably explain myself before it's too late.

"Wait Ginny," I say, placing a hand on her arm to still her movements. "I'm not laughing that you need help with it, well, I am, but not for the reason you think." Once I'm assured she's paying attention I continue. "When I walked in I was thinking to myself how amusing it was that you know nearly nothing about modern Muggles, but manage to capture their fashion trends perfectly."

"What do you mean? I'm dressed as a trendy muggle?" she asks with an adorably confused look.

"That sums it up, yes. I'd bring you home with me and you'd look like you fit right in. My mum would think you were just a neighborhood girl." She blushes. Once I realize what I said I feel my cheeks heat up too. I'm thankful my skin's dark and you can't see my cheeks redden. There's no reason to bring her home with me. It doesn't matter if she'd fit in. Mum doesn't need to meet her.

"Er, what I mean is, it's just funny that you need help with an essay on something you pull off so well." I'm not helping myself any.

"Well, would you help me still, since I didn't even know I was a trendy Muggle?" she asks shyly. I nod and help her with the essay.

By lunchtime we've finished the essay and are half way through studying for her Charms test. I've had a blast with her. And to think, I'm enjoying my Saturday in the library of all places.

"Ya know Ginny, you're pretty cool. I didn't know studying could be entertaining before today." I tell her as we walk into the Great Hall.

"I was thinking the same thing Dean. Thanks for your help," she says shyly before leaving my side to sit with her friends.