Fourteen year old Harry, changed quickly into the shirt and slacks he'd bought the previous day at a local tailor Mr.Weasley had recommended. He checked himself in the long mirror. He had no idea how he looked, because he'd never taken any interest in clothes before. Act casual, look sharp, he'd heard a disc jockey telling his radio audience, but what did that mean? He'd worry about it later in the evening, when he had meet Cho. As Harry walked downstairs, he could hear voices coming from the front room, one of which he didn't recognize.
"Mom, you remember Harry," Ron said as his friend strolled into the room.
"Yes, of course I do. You look very thin, dear. Have you been eating properly. "
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry, not looking at her.
"And I know Arthur's looking forward to seeing you again."
" Yes, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry a second time.
"And this is my kid sister, Ginny," said Ron.
Ginny blushed, and not only because she hated being described by Ron his kid sister: his friend hadn't taken his eyes off her from the moment he'd walked into the room.
--
Ron left his father to walk across and join his friend in the garden.
"I don't know what you see in her," said Ron.
"She's got everything you haven't," said Harry smiling. "She's bright, pretty, fun to be with and.."
"Are you sure we're talking about my sister?"
"Yes, which is why, you're the one who should wear glasses."
"By the way, Cho Chang has just turned up with her parents. Fred and George want to know if you're still hoping to meet her."
"Not particularly, she's gone from A to Z, so she's now a natural for you."
"No thanks," said Ron, "I don't need your cast-offs. By the way, I told Dad about Romeo and Juliet, and said I saw myself as Mercutio."
"Only if I start to date Cho, but I'm no longer interested in the daughter of that house."
"I still don't understand."
"I'll explain tomorrow morning," said Harry, as Ron's sister reappeared carrying two butterbeers. Ginny scowled at her brother, and he quickly disappeared.
For some time, neither of them spoke, until Ginny said," So, how do you like the party, Harry."
"Boring. I have never liked these social functions, not that I was present at many in Privet Drive."
He felt her hand touch his.
"Sorry," he said, quickly removing his hand, thinking it had been a mistake.
"Don't be silly," she said. She took his hand again, this time holding on to it.
"Don't you think we ought to go inside and join the party?" asked Harry. "Otherwise they might start to wonder where we are."
"I suppose so," said Ginny, but she didn't move. "Harry, have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked quietly.
"No, I haven't," he admitted, turning scarlet.
"Would you like to?"
"Yes, I would," he said.
"Would you like to kiss me?"
He nodded and then turned and watched as Ginny closed her eyes and pursed her lips. He checked to make sure that all the doors were closed, before he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth.
Once he'd stopped, she opened her eyes.
"Do you know what a French kiss is?" she asked.
"No, I don't," said Harry.
"No, neither do I," admitted Ginny. "If you find out, will you tell me?"
"Yes, I will," said Harry.
--
"Do you believe it's possible to spend your whole
life loving only one person?" Ginny asked.
"If you're lucky enough to find the right person, why
not?" responded Harry.
"I suspect that when you go for Auror Training in the
fall you'll be surrounded by so many bright and
beautiful women, I'll pale by comparison."
"Not a chance," said Harry. He sat down next
to her on the sofa and put an arm around her shoulder.
"And in any case, they'll quickly discover that I'm
in love with somebody else."
Harry kissed Ginny softly and quelling her fears.
