Hi all! This is my first fanfic, and I really appreciate any feedback you have. It will get very interesting later on - I will upload every 2-3 days. Enjoy xD

Luckyhai5

Chapter One

Ginny had enjoyed the train ride to school. It was always exciting, running onto the platform, and boarding the train bound for what felt like a whole other world. Her mother had been quite emotional about how grown up they all were – she'd hugged them and told them to look after themselves. The train itself was cosy and warm, compared to the icy wind outside. She and Harry had sat in a carriage with Ron and Hermione. Her brother and Hermione were all over each other; cuddling and giggling (although her brother did most of the giggling). Their preoccupation meant that she had more time to spend with Harry. Of course, Ginny didn't mind. She'd always had a bit of a crush on Harry; his green eyes made her go all gooey. Speaking with him, she thought that maybe he liked her too. When the trolley had come around, he'd bought her a chocolate frog, and the wrapper crinkled in her pocket. The noise made her smile. They hadn't talked of anything important; just classes and timetables. That was nice, for a change. At one point, he'd leaned over and tried to brush the hair away from her face, but the train went over a bump and he hit her in the forehead instead. He'd been embarrassed for the rest of the journey, but Ginny didn't mind. She appreciated the gesture.

Now 16, she finally felt like she knew what she wanted; the nice kind of guy who would buy her chocolate frogs and awkwardly mess up in a sweet way. Anyway, Harry was a great catch – her whole family liked him, and he was charming. As she happily sat on her bed, contemplating her future as Mrs Potter, she didn't notice all the other girls coming in. Their loud chatter jolted her out of her daydreams, and she began to unpack her things.

All of her textbooks were stored on her shelf, her workbooks underneath. Most of them were dog-eared second hand copies; some as old as the teachers who had requested them! As she methodically sorted all the books and stored them in their places, she noticed one she hadn't seen before. It was a worn-looking book: small, black and leather-bound. Ginny wondered where it had come from; the leather looked like it could have been expensive, but was too damaged to be of any value. It must have fallen into her bag when she was shopping; she flicked through it. The pages were completely blank, with no name or anything. It probably wasn't worth much, so Ginny decided to keep it.

It could be her diary. She'd always wanted to keep a diary. Ginny picked up a quill, about to write her name. At that moment, Hermione burst into the dorm. "Ginny! There you are. Come to the common room at once."

"What is it?" Ginny asked, smiling and putting the quill down.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and smiled suggestively. "Harry has something to ask you."

Ginny laid the book down beside the quill and followed Hermione down the stone steps, into the friendly, full common room. Harry was standing awkwardly in the corner, next to her brother, who had a mixture of horror and hilarity splashed across his face. Hermione led her over to Harry, and then made an excuse for her and Ron to leave. Ginny could see them peripherally, and they were staring at her and Harry, giggling.

She smiled at Harry. "What is it?"

He smiled back, and began to blush profusely, getting up. Ginny frowned. This was very weird.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, and then closed it again. Seeming to gather strength, he blurted out, "I was wondering if you would maybe like to go out with me to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade sometime if you want to." He said it all in one breath and, while Ginny formulated an answer, turned even pinker– if that was even possible.

She was delighted. Harry Potter, the boy she'd fantasised about all these years; the sweetest, cutest boy she'd ever met, wanted her to go out with him! She smiled warmly, "That sounds great!"

He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Fantastic!" He replied, gesturing that Ron and Hermione could come over again. Ron was both stern and brotherly, and happy for his best friend and his sister. Hermione was happy for both of them; Ginny knew she worried that Harry would never find someone, and was also pleased for her, as her friend. After everyone had joked and gossiped enough, Ginny turned around to get to bed. It had been a long day of travelling. At the bottom of the stairs, Harry stopped her. He smiled. "Good night." Ginny smiled too, and leaned in, kissing him quickly and rushing upstairs.

She left him reeling. She liked that.