HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW

Harry was a Gryffindor Prefect and the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. He was also the most popular guy in Gryffindor with his best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. His life was pretty great, as were his grades.

Ginny Weasley, however, was a real pain. She was the most popular girl in Gryffindor and Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She was so advanced she got switched to sixth-year classes—Harry's classes. Not to mention that she hung out with the most annoying people—Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.

Ginny and Harry were always competing—who scored the most points at the last Quidditch match, Harry or Ginny? Who got the best grade on Snape's essay, Harry or Ginny? Who made the best Felix potion, Harry or Ginny? and so on. They couldn't stand each other. They were kind of enemies competing. Well, it was more like Ginny was his nemesis.

Snape's Potions class was awful. They had just gotten back their essays on the Felix potion, and Harry had gotten an "A," which meant Acceptable.

He heard a familiar voice sneer, "So Harry, what did you get on the essay?"

Ginny was standing there, holding up a roll of parchment with a big red "E" scribbled on it. She flipped her flaming red hair over her shoulder and smirked.

Harry smirked. "How much did you pay Snape for that grade?"

Ginny saw his grade and a wicked grin spread on her face. "An A, huh? I guess for you, that's the best grade yet. And don't forget, I'm the one who got moved up to sixth-year classes."

Harry spluttered for a second, but Ginny turned and sashayed away, her gleaming hair trailing behind her.

Ron was aghast. "Ginny! That's my friend!"

"Whatever," Ginny called back.

GINNY'S POINT OF VIEW

Ha! The expression on his face was priceless! Ginny thought. ohmigod, I should have taken a picture.

It was the end of the day, and she was strolling past the boys' dormitory when she saw a tall figure emerge from the door to the boys' dormitory. Ginny dove behind a tall statue and saw it was Harry…shirtless.

Holy Chocolate Frogs. Harry was shirtless! And he didn't look to bad either. Toned, tan chest with at least a six-pack. Ginny was practically drooling.

"Ron!" he bellowed, "where is my Advanced Potion Making textbook?"

Then he spotted Ginny, who was casually walking out from the statue with her schoolbag.

Ginny was mortified, but she covered that up with what she hoped was a sexy smirk. "Nice abs, Potter."

Harry was blushing! Well, well. He was embarrassed to be caught shirtless!

"What is it, Ginevra? Admiring me, are you?"

"Excuse me, but you're the one strutting out of your dormitory shirtless, bellowing for my brother!"

Harry shrugged, unashamedly. "You're the one staring at me."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "As if, Harry. Well, whatever. Goodnight."

She felt him looking at her pale legs. Smiling triumphantly, she cast a non-verbal incantation so her skirt was hitched a bit higher, flashing Harry her thigh.

At 9:00, Ginny was in bed, thinking about Harry. Smiling lazily, she thought,

Harry is pretty cute. I love his green eyes…they're like emeralds…And he's really smart—he got an O on his Potions O.W.L. He's really funny—like when he said to Malfoy, "You, unlike me, are a git…"

HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW

He was still up at 9:00, thinking about Ginny.

Ginny is pretty cute. I love her red hair…it's fiery red, like her personality. She's really smart too…she got an O on the Transfiguration O.W.L. And she's really funny…her impression of Ron before a Quidditch match was spot-on.

Sighing, Harry got up, retrieved his glasses and proceeded to quietly wander about the Gryffindor hall, taking care not to wake the Fat Lady.

He suddenly bumped into someone—a girl, it seemed. A soft cry of "oh!" was heard.

"Ginny?" Harry whispered.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Ginny whispered back.

"I'd ask you the same thing," Harry responded.

"I couldn't sleep," Ginny said promptly, "so I started walking around."

"Visions of me shirtless haunting your dreams?" Harry joked.

Ginny rolled her eyes, laughing softly.

"By the way…I enjoyed the view you gave me when you flashed your thigh," Harry teased.

"You know you liked it," she said teasingly, almost flirtatiously.

"Oh! Um. We should get back to bed. I mean, our separate beds in our own separate dormitories," Harry said tensely.

"Right," Ginny said, nodding. "G'night, Harry."

"G'night, Ginny."

GINNY'S POINT OF VIEW

Alright, she admits it. She was embarrassed when Harry brought up her flashing him her thigh. And when Harry was so flustered when she flirted...oh holy guacamole. She had flirted with Harry Potter. Why?

Because you like him.

Well, you can't just flirt madly and expect him to suddenly recuperate your feelings for him.

Well, I'll just flirt. And, well, act less snarky. And then what'll happen will happen.

For the next few days Ginny flirted subtly but shamelessly with Harry. And, she was pleased to note, Harry noticed. He blushed madly when she did but