Almost

GPOV

I could see from across the table that Harry had a maggot in his hair. I looked at him confused, how did he get a maggot in his hair? I went around the table and sat next to him. He looked down at me and smiled. I might have fooled everyone that I was over Harry but if I was honest to myself I still have feelings for him. Harry doesn't see me as more than a friend and even though I want more its enough for me.

"Harry, you have a maggot in your hair," I told him. I reached up and took it out of his hair. My hand stayed in his hair for longer than necessary. I have always wanted to run my hands through it. It was soft and silky. I withdrew my hand and threw the maggot away. I saw that he got goose bumps. I didn't know Harry got squeamish. I giggled. He looked down at me.

"What's so funny Ginny?" he asked amused.

"I didn't know you got squeamish Harry," I said still laughing. I saw him blush.

"I don't," he said. I stopped giggling.

"Then why did you get goose bumps?" I asked curious now.

He started to say something than thought better of it.

"I felt a draft," he answered instead.

I looked at him trying to seek out the truth. He looked away from my gaze. He was hiding something, he usually was but this is different somehow. Intent on discovering what it is. I start talking to him.

"How did you get maggots in your hair Harry?" my tone cheerful.

He turned back to me and smiled. It took him a while to answer my question. I had too had trouble concentrating on his answer, his eyes always captivating me and making me forget where I'm at.

"Wha. . .? Oh. . . it was Kreacher. He sent me a present for Christmas. Can you take a guess to what it was?"

"Hmmm. . .maggots," I said.

He laughed. "Yea, brilliant don't you think?"

I laughed too, "Yea, I'd say so. Knowing Kreacher I'm surprised it wasn't something worst."

"That's true. I started feeling guilty until I opened it."

I felt a stray hair come out of place but before I could put it back Harry beat me to it. I tried to take the gesture impassively but as his hand brushed me cheek I couldn't help but lean in and let my eyes droop a little. I couldn't help but notice that his hand lingered in my hair. As he pulled back his hand stayed on y cheek for a second longer before pulling away. None of us noticed that the one loud table was silent and watching us. We both blushed and turned away.

We spent the rest of dinner in silence. I knew I still liked Harry but I couldn't let him see that. I was finally his friend. And Harry didn't like me as more than a friend. But even with that thought I cant help but notice they way he's starting to look at me. His hand stayed in my hair for longer than necessary just like mine in his. If he didn't get goose bumps over the maggot then from what? I know there wasn't a draft. My heart had finally slowed down from what happened at dinner. Maybe, possibly, hopefully he is starting to like me?

No Ginny, don't go there. Your just fooling yourself.

Not wanting to think about it anymore I went by the window and sat down to read my muggle novels. Where I could see the love troubles of other peoples lives.

HPOV

I went outside after dinner. Her was as soft as it looked. I let my hand stay in her hair to continue feeling it through my fingers. I didn't want to pull my hand away. Her skin was warm and so soft when I rested my cheek on her cheek.

I got my broomstick and flew around the woods near the Burrow. With the wind blowing through my hair I could concentrate on my feeling for Ginny.

They were obviously not elder brotherly. If she wasn't going out with Dean I would most certainly ask her out.

"Harry!" someone yelled.

I looked down and saw Hermione. I turned around and dived.

"What's wrong Hermione?"

"Nothings wrong. I just want to talk to you," she said a slight blush coming to her cheeks.

"Ok, what about?"

"I saw the exchange between you and Ginny at dinner, Harry"

I looked at her impassive, "Ok what about it?"

"Can it be Harry, that your starting to have feelings for Ginny Weasley?" she asked with a knowing smile.

I tried to make it sound as if it was a ridiculous idea but my voice cracked, "N-no, of course not Hermione. I see her as a sister nothing more. Your reading too much."

She looked at me doubtful, "Harry I have known you since 1st year I could tell when your hiding something or when your lying in this case its both. every time you look at her it's the same look you gave Cho Chang in 4th year. So don't lie to me."

Hermione could be a real help when there is a problem to be solved, something needs to be looked at, something recited from Hogwarts, A History but in some aspects she's too smart.

"Ok so I do have feeling for her. I cant do anything she's with. . .Dean," I spat his name.

She smiled and said, "I wouldn't give in to easily Harry. She's going out with him not married."

I looked at her in shock. "Who are you? What have you done with my best friend?"

She laughed and hit my shoulder, "Shut up, I just think you should get together with her. Dean's a real git. Honestly they've been at the rocks for ages."

Subconsciously I beamed. Hermione smiled as she saw a big smile cross my face.

"But she doesn't like me anymore Hermione. Its over I lost my chance." My new euphoria evaporating.

"I wouldn't be so sure Harry. You have fought all your life, why are you stopping now?"

I paused before saying, "Seriously where's Hermione?"

She swapped me again. That time it did hurt. As I rubbed my arm she continued, "I am Hermione you prat. I know you want to be with her. You could tell by the way you look at her. I'm just giving you a push."

"Thanks Hermione"

"Here's your chance Harry," she said turning around and heading to the house. I looked at her retreating figure, confused.

I heard a voice behind me yell, "Harry!"

I turned around to see Ginny walking towards me. I gulped, thanks Hermione. She was holding her broomstick in one hand, a snitch in the other, and a quaffle under her arm.

"I saw you flying from my window. Got room for two?" Holding up the quaffle after she put the snitch in her pocket.

I smiled, "Your on Weasley."

She quirked an eyebrow and said, "Lets go then Potter."

She kicked off the ground and headed for the hoops that were deeper into the woods so the muggles couldn't see. Each of us played keeper and chaser. I'm a fair chaser but no where near close to Ginny. We played for a little while. We stopped just before it got dark.

I landed followed by Ginny who was smirking. "I got you beat Potter."

"Oh yea Weasley lets see you do that tomorrow but this time we play seeker." My voice challenging.

"Your on, but I'll still beat you. Just admit it, I'm better."

Before she could run away I grabbed her and tickled her merciless.

She screamed, "Harry. . .stop. . .STOP!!"

"Who's the best seeker?" I asked.

"I. . .am," she said laughing.

She fell to the ground and I went on top of her still tickling her sides.

"Who is?"

"M-me."

I tickled her and tickled her until eventually she said, "Ok ok. . .you a-are."

"I'm what?"

"The. . .best s-seeker."

I stopped tickling her and got up.

"See was that so hard?"

I extended my hand to help her up. She accepted it and said, "Yes very hard. I don't like to lie."

I didn't retort. She was standing up still holding my hand. I stared at her. Her hair was messy but still beautiful, her cheeks were flushed from laughing, her chocolate brown eyes were sparkling with laughter and she never looked more beautiful than she did right now.

She locked eyes with mine and I lost the thoughts running through my head. I stepped closer to her, our chests touching. My eyes dropped to her lips, when they came back up I saw hers were doing the same. I bent my head and closed my eyes. I felt her reach up, her lips were centimeters from mine. I went to close the space---

"Harry! Ginny!"

We jumped apart. Ron was walking towards us. I silently cursed his timing.

"There you guys are. Why didn't you tell us you were playing Quidditch?"

"Um. . .sorry Ron must have slipped our minds."

"Ron!!" Hermione yelled.

I saw Ron wince and turn around. Hermione was marching from the house with an annoyed look on her face.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"I came to see whether they were still playing Quidditch."

"You interrupted them?" she scowled.

"Well they were done already they were just talking, jeez Hermione."

She smacked Ron upside the head.

"OW!! What was that for?"

"For being thick Ronald." and she stormed off.

"What's wrong with her?. . .What's wrong with you two?"

I looked at Ginny and she was red as I'm sure I was too.

"Nothing," we both said together not looking at anywhere besides each other.

He shrugged it off and said, "Lets play tomorrow. We'll get Fred and George and get Hermione to play once she stops acting all mental."

Ginny and I just nodded.

"Well I-I got to go to bed. I'm pretty tired. See you later," I heard Ginny say. Then she ran off towards the house.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," I muttered.

"Hey I saw some really brilliant tricks and maneuvers in the Quidditch book I--"

"Um I'm tired too Ron. I'm heading to bed. We'll talk tomorrow ok?"

"Yea alright," he said crestfallen. But not as much as I was at the moment.

I walked toward the Burrow. I put my broomstick in the shed and went straight upstairs. I had the room to myself since Fred and George lived in their flat above the shop. I sank into bed not bothering to change and thought about what just happened.

I had almost kissed Ginny Weasley. Ron would kill me if he knew what would happen if he didn't interrupt. Stupid Ron, he had rotten timing. I touched my lips. I could still fell her breath on them. I shouldn't kiss Ginny, she's with Dean. But I want to and she seemed like she wanted to too. Maybe she didn't give up, do I still have a chance? I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. I fell asleep in a few minutes dreaming a dream where Ron didn't interrupt.

GPOV

I went straight to my room. I laid on my bed and just stayed there. Not bothering to put on pajamas. I almost kissed Harry Potter. I would have unless my git of a brother didn't interrupt. Stupid Ron, why did he always have to ruin everything. I'm going to go hex with a Bat-Bogey Hex. But I'm going out with Dean, I cant kiss Harry. No matter how much I want to. Dean can be sweet but he can be a git as well. Our relationship isn't really stable right now considering that he thinks I still like Harry. I turned to my side closed my eyes. I could feel his lips barely touching mine still.

"UGH!!! Stupid Ron!!" I screamed standing up. I laid back down and tried to go to sleep. As I closed my eyes Harry came into view. I wanted to be with Harry more than anything. He's probably worrying about Ron's reaction. I honestly couldn't give a rats fart what my brothers think. I can go out with whom ever I want. I started going to sleep dreaming a dream where Ron doesn't interrupt.