"Hey Ginny," Harry said, walking into the well familiar Weasley home. He had lived next door to them for as long as he could remember. They were like family, and whenever his parents had been away, he had stayed at the Weasley's. It was definitely great to live right next door to his best friend, Ron, who had been dating Hermione Granger, another one of his best friends, since fourth year. She also came over a lot, which was another advantage.
Ginny rolled her eyes, though she didn't like it, she couldn't help but like Harry. He could be a jerk at times, but there were moments where he seemed like he was raised by only Lily, not James. And not to mention he was incredibly good looking, having his mother's strikingly green eyes, and his father's looks. "Hello, Harry." Ginny said coolly over the book she was reading by the table.
She looked up to see Harry, with his jet black and messy hair, leaning on the doorway, looking as great as ever.
"What?" Harry asked walking over to the chair she was sitting in, his voice went up into an attempt at an imitation of Ginny's, "No, 'Hi, Harry! You're looking mighty fine today. Would you like to go have lunch today?'" His voice went back down to the normal level, "Well, I guess I'll just have to say it for you. You're looking great today, as usual," he jumped up so he was sitting on the table looking down to Ginny.
He grabbed the book she was reading out of her hands and flipped through the pages. He read the title, "Chasers: The Guide to Better Playing.'" He raised an eyebrow and without looking up he moved his eyes to look at her. "Looks good," He said referring to the book, "But how about going to have lunch today?"
She stood up from the table, reaching for the book he was holding. He noticed what she was doing so he raised it above his head and jumped off the table. "Harry! Give it back." She said calmly, putting her hand out for him to put the book in.
He smiled and said, "Give me a little kiss and I will." His voice was nonchalant but inside he was dying for a kiss from Ginny Weasley. From the time he had come back after his first year at Hogwarts he had had a huge crush on her.
She rolled her eyes and turned toward the stairs. "What are you doing?" Harry asked curiously.
"Getting my wand," Ginny said.
Harry tossed the book on the table, this was exactly the reaction she had wanted, "No, have the book. I don't want to have another one of those Bat Bogey Hex things done to me." Ginny smiled before turning back to Harry. She grabbed her book and headed for the stairs once again.
"You don't need that book anyway. You know you'll be getting onto my Quidditch team." He said calling after her.
He had gotten a letter from Hogwarts earlier in the summer telling him he would be the new Quidditch captain. This certainly did not help his arrogance, in Ginny's opinion. Harry followed her, "Where are we going, love?" He asked jokingly.
"I'm going to my room. You can go to Hell." Ginny said, reaching the top of the stairs.
"Nice, Ginny."
"Anytime."
They passed Ron's closed door. "Is Hermione in there again?" Harry said, noticing it was a little too quiet passing by it, like there was a silencing charm.
"What do you think?" Ginny said, turning into her room. She didn't even bother trying to get him to leave. She sat down at her desk instead of the bed she was going to read on. But Harry had no trouble making himself at home, lying on her bed.
She knew she wouldn't be able to read with him there, because one, he would talk to her, and two, he may have been a jerk but he was a boy, an extremely gorgeous boy, that was in her room.
"So, Gin-evra,"knowing full well she hated to be called that, "you never answered my question."
She turned around in her chair and looked at him, "What question?"
He raised his eyebrows up and down, "Lunch?"
Ginny spun around again and grabbed her book, and began reading, "I'm kind of busy." He didn't speak, but raised his eyebrow. She noticed the sudden silence and looked over her shoulder. She turned around towards him yet again and raised her arms up to her fiery red and shiny hair, putting it in a pony tail. "What?" She asked, twisting the hair band around her beautiful hair.
"Busy? Really?" Harry said sarcastically, "How about you take that book with you, and I'll just admire you?"
Ginny didn't even bother to answer him, she was getting used to turning down Harry. She supposed she should be flattered; the most popular, and good looking, boy at Hogwarts was completely obsessed with her, and though she liked him back, she didn't want to give in to him so easily. He was constantly surrounded by girls, and he had no problem going out with every single one of them.
Though Ginny was quite popular at Hogwarts, she still had had only three boyfriends. And Harry was determined to become her fourth.
She again attempted to start reading, and after a few moments heard a rustling behind her. She turned back to Harry and saw him flinging his shirt that read 'I know… You're jealous' onto the floor. She couldn't help but laugh, he was just so arrogant. "What are you doing?" Ginny said with a smile on her face.
"It's hot as hell in this room, especially since you and I are in here."
Ginny smiled sarcastically, "Good one, Potter."
"I try." Harry retorted.
There was a moment of silence where they both sat and stared at each other, before Harry spoke, "What? You're not taking yours off?"
Ginny let out a laugh at the same time the sound of Lily Potter's voice came up the stairs. They turned their heads to the door.
"Harry! Your father is home and wants to talk to you." She sounded a bit angry and Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Did your mom find those magazines under your bed?" Ginny asked cheekily.
Harry sighed, and looked at Ginny. He got up from the bed, and put his shirt on. "I don't have magazines under my bed, Miss. Weasley." He replied heading towards the door. When he was about to exit, he turned around and faced Ginny. He said, "They're in my closet," And with a dashing smile, he left and Ginny heard his footsteps racing down the stairs.