"Ronald Weasley! Why are you such an ass?"

"I was being your brother Ginny. That guy was scum."

"And you don't happen to think that maybe I wanted to kill him first? Now look what you did?"

Ginny stormed from the room, angry at her older brother. Almost all the guys were afraid to ask her out because of him. She was walking along the 2 floor corridor when she ran into someone.

"Opps. I'm so sorry."

She looked up right into the brilliant green eyes of Harry Potter.

"It's okay Gin. You didn't mean it."

Ginny smiled. No one called her Gin except him. It was his special nickname for her.

"Why are you all the way down here?"

She quickly explained what had happened with Ronald. Soon she found herself and Harry walking out the door of the castle and down towards the great lake. They sat down under a tree.

"So, I'm kind of getting the sense that you are angry at Ron?"

Ginny hit him hard on the shoulder.

"Don't be smart with me when I am mad Potter."

"Fine by me Weasley."

The looked at each other for a second, then laughed. Both of them looked out on the lake, watching the little creatures under the water moving. Harry was staring right at Ginny, his eyes going over her brilliant hair. Ginny looked back at Harry, and all of a sudden, they were lost in the moment. All Ginny could see was Harry's green eyes. Harry reached behind him in his bag and picked up a bouquet of fiery colored roses. Harry had gotten them for Ginny because they reminded him of her hair. He pulled them out from behind back, and handed them to her. She looked at them, then back at him.

"What are the flowers for?"

"What, can't a guy give a girl flowers?"

"But most guys don't have the courage to."

"Then I guess I belong in Gryffindor."

Ginny laughed; she took the flowers and smelled them.

"They have this sorta spell on them so whatever you like the smell the most. What do you smell?"

Ginny blushed. She smelt Harry.

"I smell wild flowers."

Harry didn't believe it, especially with that blush.

"You're lying Ginny. What do you really smell?"

Ginny didn't tell him.

"Why did you give me the flowers?"

"Only if you answer my question after."

Ginny nodded.

"I don't see why an average guy can't give an average girl flowers. I just saw them and thought of you."

"But like I said, most average guys wouldn't do that."

"Then I guess I'm not so average. And neither are you."

"That sounds right."

Both laughed.

"So what do you smell?"

She silently answered.

"You."

Harry grabbed her hand and puller her up.

"I didn't hear you. What?"

"I smell y-you."

Ginny was blushing very deeply now. She didn't dare look up at Harry. But Harry made her. She looked into his eyes. They were shining.

"You smell me?"

"Yes."

"How do I smell?"

"Your hair smells like peppermint, and your neck smells like male cologne. You just have a distinct smell."

Harry couldn't say anything. Ginny liked the smell of him best? He leaned down and placed his lips on hers. She responded instinctively and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss only deepened from there; Harry buried his hand into Ginny's hair and one of Ginny's hand felt his chest.

Standing by the lake, the sun setting at the far end, the wind blowing their clothes and hair, and standing under a tree; it wasn't that average. Not that average at all.