I'm not sure if this story is a one-shot or to be continued. Let me know what you think.

This story is dedicated to my best friend, Delainey.

Disclaimer: Never was mine. Never will be.

I sat at the lunch table, talking to my best friend Delainey Wilden. Suddenly I was aware of Harry Potter, the guy that I had been hopelessly in love with since I was ten, standing next to me.

"Ginny, I need to talk to you." he says in his rich, chocolaty voice.

Surprised, I glance at Delainey, stand up, and follow him out the door and into the icy wind of outside. Everyone else is inside the Great Hall; no one wants to be outside in the blistering cold of winter. Except us.

I follow him a little ways, till we reach the Owlery thing that has all the school's birds in it. Wordlessly, we stand behind the old stone building, blocking view of ourselves in case a crazy person chances to come out here. I shiver waiting for him to speak. Though the temperature was not pleasant, a warm feeling was pumping through my body. I felt excited, like something was about to happen.

"I need to tell you something," he pauses, his voice softening the way it does when he talks to me. He's looking through my eyes like he's searching for something, "I'm in love with you."

Everything stops. The world stops spinning and the only thing that I can hear is my heart thumping wildly.

He's waiting for me to say something, trying to gauge my reaction. I finally part my lips a bit and utter a sentence.

"But, what about Cho?" I mentally kick myself for mentioning that cow

He looks relieved and plops down on the cold ground, I follow suit.

"I liked Cho awhile ago, but during the fight, I started to notice you. I thought that I still liked Cho, but I started talking to you more, all the time realizing that you were more than just a background person."

I shuddered a bit, tripping over words and sentences, "I really like you too."

He smiled and said, "Would you like to go out with me sometime?"

At this, I shook my head, "When I was ten I promised my mum that I wouldn't go out with any boys until I'm 15."

He smiled and said, "I guess I'll have to take a number," he laughed that soft, special laugh and I curled inside, knowing that our false pretenses were gone.

I scooted a bit closer to him and he intertwined his hand in mine. I rested my head on the outside wall of the Owlery, then slowly rolled it down until it was lying on his shoulder. He relaxed, staring off into the distance.

He turned to face me slowly, tilting his head down just a bit. My eyes darted toward his lips and I knew what would happen before it did. Hadn't I read this scene in a million books?

I tilted my head up just a bit and leaned forward to catch his lips in mine. It was a sweet kiss, like the ones in fairytales. I moved my free hand to his hair and started playing with it while his other hand cupped my cheek.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, and we pulled away and looked at each other. Just looked, gazing into each other's eyes, trying to figure out what the other was thinking. I could see the pure joy in his eyes and I was sure that the same feeling was reflected in mine.

He grabbed my other hand and we resumed our positions with my head on his shoulder, just sitting there. The words unspoken echoed through my mind. The millions of questions wafted in my head, but I knew that they would be answered later. For now, it was just time to sit and think.

So??????

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