chap.1

"Can we talk?" Ginny asked very bluntly, looking at Harry. The others were suddenly very quiet, staring at both Ginny and Harry. Ron mumbled something unimportant with an angered face, but Hermione interrupted him as she started to talk about the Chuddley Cannon's latest match. It was the first time in a year they had come close to winning, only losing by forty points, and although Hermione wasn't the expert on Quidditch, it worked as a distraction.

Percy now joined in the conversation with Ron and Hermione. Ron and Percy were the only members of the Weasley family downstairs for dinner, apart from Molly and Arthur. George had only bothered to come out of his room to use the bathroom since the accident. He was devastated over Fred's passing, and nobody could reason with him just yet.

Harry knew what was coming as he met Ginny's eyes. When he had been coming down for dinner, he had heard soft sobbing. He pushed open a door to reveal a distraught Ginny, looking worse than Harry had ever seen her. She just mouthed, "Close the door."

They had talked for a while, mostly about Fred. She rested her red hair against his shoulder. When they had finally heard Molly Weasley calling up for everyone to come downstairs, she looked up at him.

Without even thinking about it, he had kissed her. It was wet, because she had been crying, and reminded him strangely of his kiss with Cho; however Ginny was much more meaningful to him. She hadn't said anything afterwards, but simply dried her eyes. Then they had both walked downstairs for dinner, and things had been awkward since that.

Now he nodded towards her, and she led the way to the door. They walked down to the vegetable garden in single file, Ginny leading the way, as Harry stepped uncertainly behind her. When they reached the gate, Ginny took out her wand and whispered "alohomora" as the gate swung open with a squeak. She lead the way through a narrow path of magic-induced plants, Harry still nervous.

When she reached her destination, she turned toward him, parting her lips slightly. Without realizing, Harry followed the movement. Catching her accusing eye, he blushed slightly.

"I wanted to talk about earlier," she said pointedly.

Harry nodded, "Before dinner?"

"Yes."

"I didn't exactly know what was going through my mind, I just wanted to comfort you, I'm sor-" he began, but stopped as she leaned in.

"I wasn't sorry," she stated. "What you did was indeed very comforting..."

And with that she kissed him, a soft but sweet kiss. After several long moments, she parted her lips, moving away from him. He was shocked, barely able to stop the grin from spreading across his features.

"Ginny, wow. I-I don't know what to say," he managed.

"I didn't know what it would be like when we came home, but apparently, theres still something there-"

"Definately," he agreed.

"-So i'm thinking we just go with this, and see what happens. We won't rush things though, of course."

"Sounds good to me."

"Well, I think we should go back to the Burrow, Mum will be worrying about us in about a minute," she said, smiling at him.

"Lets go," he said. With that they started off to the house looming in front of them. Ginny hoped nobody had been spying on them, as she would have to explain Harry and her relationship. It was already difficult with the passing of Fred and something small enough would start the whole house on a frenzy.

"Where have you been sleeping, Ron's room or Charlie's?" she questioned as they neared the entrance of the garden.

"Charlie's," he answered. "Your bedroom is on the third floor, right?"

"Yup." They had wished to talk more, but with the door nearing, the conversation had to cease. Luckily, no one was in the living room or kitchen. They sneaked up the stairs, finally reaching the third floor landing.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, his green eyes locking into her's.

She paused to listen for any nosy family members. "I'm not ready to have this in the open yet," she whispered, "thanks for coming to me before. I'm glad i can talk to you about Fred." With that she slipped inside her door, leaving him staring at a bright pink door sign reading 'Ginny.'

Harry climbed into Charlie's bed on the fifth floor, thinking about Ginny. How mature she had looked, smiling at him. She was much different from the awkward girl that had once obsessed over him. Sinking into his dreams, he fell asleep, breathing easily.

Author's Note:

I know this chapter was short and not my best, but it was the only way I could think of starting this fic. It gets better, trust me. Also, I know I didn't start it in the Great Hall in Hogwarts. I don't exactly like that part, so I just skipped it. =) Thanks for reviewing! Cheers!