Here's chapter two! I'm hoping that I can get five chapters done tonight, but we'll see...

Here we goooooo...

Harry & Ginny

The library, and all of the castle for that matter, was relatively silent. It was a beautiful day, and no one, not even the unappreciative, anti-nature Slytherins was inside. That is, no one except a certain Weaslette and her green-eyes boyfriend. The two of them sat across from each other at a table, feet touching, hands clasped. Ginny was pouring restlessly over her many piles of homework, which Harry had offered to help with but Ginny had absolutely refused to let him, which were preparation for her O.W.L's. Harry watched her in amusement for a few minutes, and it wasn't until after his seventh snicker that her head snapped up, brown eyes narrowed into thin slits.

"Would you just shut up?" She hissed loudly, slamming her hands on the table. Harry looked at her, his eyebrows raising in a bemused sort of fashion, and Ginny growled.

"Ginerva, I haven't the foggiest what you are shouting so belligerently about, but I would advise you not to take that tone of voice with me." Ginny put her hands on her hips, her expression disbelieving. Harry was wearing a smirk that could've rivaled Malfoy's, or any Slytherin for that matter.

"Because, Weaslette, I'm the chosen one, I'm special, so everybody has to do what I say!" Ginny giggled as he tilted his head back, nose in the air.

"You know, you sounded just like Malfoy."

Harry grinned, running a hand through his hair as if attempting to slick it back. "And I look like him, too. Ginny snorted, rolling her eyes. She set down her book, folding back the corner of the page and closing it. By the way she leant lazily in her chair, it was obvious she'd be doing no more studying at moment. Harry frowned as his eyes wandered over to the discarded book. "Why did you do that?"

She looked at him quizzically. He slid a slender finger between the pages and flipped open the book where the page was dog-eared. He pointed. "That. Why do you do it?"

She felt self-conscious under his intense gaze and stumbled over her words. "I..I dont' know...bad habit, I guess." She shrugged, looking bored. Then she peered at him from behind her curtain of hair. "Why do you care? Hermione hasn't been rubbing off on you too bad, has she? Not running off to join spew?"

He rolled his eyes and leaned back too, hands behind his head and eyes closed. "I dunno, I just..." She could tell by his tone of voice that he was relaxed now. He didn't sound unsure of himself or shy, he just sounded like...Harry. "I mean...it didn't used to bother me in the Muggle world. Books were just books there. I'd read it and then toss it, never even think about it again. But here..." He sighed. Sometimes she forgot that he was raised by Muggles, but times like these reminded her that, at first, at least, this had all been foreign to him.

She shifted so that her arms were folded against the wood of the table. She rested her chin on top of them, her eyes on Harry. He didn't seem to notice. "Everything here is magical. Everything I've encountered...the plants are a little greener, the animals are a little bit healthier...it all feels magical. So whenever I get a book from the library, it's like a...it's like I'm holding a magical creature in my hand, and if I bend the pages or hold it the wrong way, I could damage its magic." He looked unsurely at Ginny from behind his bangs, his face tinged with pink. She knew he never would've voiced this to anyone else: Hermione would've gone into a full-blown lecture about how all books should be treated right, magical or not, and Ron would've just scoffed.

"A bit stupid, really," he mumbled, fumbling with his tie for need of something to do.

Ginny looked up earnestly at him. "A bit...but not that much. It just shows..." She peered at him shrewdly. "It just shows that you're a little more passionate and respectful towards magic than the average wizard or witch. Besides.." She was smirking again, in attempt to lighten the mood. "If it makes you feel better, I'll get a bookmark, and I'll never bend the page again."

Harry grinned and stood up, stretching. Ginny's eyes subconsciously wandered over his form. He had grown over the summer after fifth year. He almost looked like a man. His tiny, scrawny figure had stretched into a long, muscular body of a young man. Harry caught her looking and smirked.

"Shall we go for a walk?" He asked, putting some of her books into her bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He offered his free arm to her. She took, smiling as she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek chastely.

"Absolutely."

A/N: Was it lame...terrible, stupid? Please tell me. I'm really pleased with it, so I hope you guys are too. I tried to kinda construct Ginny as a critical but listening character, who Harry could always turn to when he needed someone to talk to, and not just because she was his girlfriend. I also wanted to show that their relationship held meaning, and conversation, not just snogging, like some people *coughRonandLavendercough*. So yep, there we go!

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