First Signs of Love-Chapter One:

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are not my creation, they are property of J.K Rowling.

Harry and Ron sat at the table together playing wizard's chess. Harry had only arrived there the day before and they had been enjoying each others' company since.

'Check-mate,' said Ron with a grin.

'That's the fifth time in a row!'

'Ah well, it's just a game. When did mum say Hermione was going to get here?'

'Tomorrow. Why do you ask?'

'Oh, no reason,' Ron said hurriedly.

Harry hid his laugh with a series of coughs. Suddenly they heard a noise from the fireplace. They both spun around. Ginny stepped lightly out of the fireplace, brushing herself off briskly.

'Oh.H-hi Ginny, how was your summer?' Harry asked.

'It was great. I just got back from a friend's house. Mum and dad will be back soon, they were just saying goodbye to my friend's parents. How was your summer?' Harry didn't answer, he just stared intently at Ginny.

'Harry? Is something wrong?'

'What? Oh no, no nothing wrong. Sorry I was just d-day-dreaming,' Harry said, flushing.

'Well, see you guys later.'

'Ok,' said Ron.

'Bye Ginny,' Harry shouted as she walked up the steps. As soon as she was out of earshot, Ron erupted into laughter.

'What?'

'When are you going to tell her?'

'Tell her what Ron?'

'That you like her.'

'I don't like her!'

'Oh c'mon "oh h-hi Ginny, how was your summer?"'

'We're just friends.'

'That's what they all say.'

Later that night Ron and Harry were discussing how much they despised Snape.

'Well, I think I might get a shower, before mum decides to wash her hair and I have to wait five hours.'

'Ok. Do you mind if I flick through your book? The "Chudley Cannons' one?'

'Sure go ahead.' Ron grabbed his pyjamas, slung them over his shoulder and walked out, whistling. Harry sat down on Ron's bed, leaning against the wall. A few minutes later, Harry heard a light knock on the door.

'Come in,' he said, still looking over the Chudley Cannons book.

'Oh, where's Ron?' Harry looked up to see Ginny.

'He's just gone off to the shower.'

'I just came to see if um. he had seen my school shoes.'

'Oh.ok.' Harry thought that Ginny would leave the room, but to his surprise, she stayed where she was.

'What are you reading?'

'Ron's Chudley Cannon's book,' Harry said, his voice faltering. He could feel Ginny's gaze on him and his heart was pounding in his head. Slowly, Ginny walked over to the bed and sat down. Harry looked at the book again, but he couldn't concentrate on the words; not even the pictures. He could still feel Ginny staring at him and he could feel beads of sweat start to run down his neck. All he wanted to do was to lean over and kiss her luscious-looking lips, but he managed to resist and continued to look at the pages of the book.

'Well, see ya later,' Ginny said. She got up off the bed and closed the door quietly behind her.

'Why am I being such a dunce?' Harry thought to himself and he considered what would have happened if he had kissed her until Ron walked back in.

'Ready to lose another game of wizard chess?' Ron said with a smirk.

'Yeah.sure thing.'

I'm sorry the chapter is so short, but I didn't get much time to write this afternoon. Please review, I'd love to hear your comments.