Chapter two: We kissed

Ginny and Harry had finally stopped running, leaning against the wall to catch their breath. They had run four floors up (a/n guessing) and had come to a halt when they realized that they were by the portrait to the Room of Requirement. Ginny gave Harry a smirk and started walking back and fourth three times, muttering under her breath. Suddenly the door that was destined to come, appeared on the wall across from the portrait.

"Come on, Harry." Ginny whispered, motioning for him to follow her. She opened the door and stepped in, turning her head back to make sure Harry was following her...he was. They walked into a room quite like the Gryffindor Common Room, except a little smaller. Comfortable. A small fire was glowing delicately in the corner, with a love seat placed in front of it. There was a small table to the right, walking in, with two plates of Spaghetti on it, along with two drinks Harry thought likely to be Pumpkin Juice. There were only two lights in the room. One over the table, glowing dim, and the fire. There was an almost seductive feel to the room. Ginny turned back and smiled at Harry, while sitting down at the table. Harry rushed over to get her chair, like any gentleman would.

"Thank you, Harry."

"Ahem, you're, ah, welcome." Harry stuttered. "Ginny, what are we doing?"

"We're about to eat, I believe." Ginny said with a smirk, knowing what was coming next.

"No I mean, is this supposed to be a...a... date?" Harry said, not-so-confidently.

"Not if you don't want it to be. We're just two friends eating out."

"Oh." Harry said, and air of disappointment in his voice.

"What?

"I was...I was...well, I was hoping it would be...a date." Harry stuttered.

"Oh. Well...then it's a date." Ginny said cheerfully.

"Really? Can you have dates without them being planned?"

"Wow." Ginny said, wide-eyed and disbelieving.

"What?"

"That is very guy-ish of you. Of course you can have unplanned dates...Have you ever been on a date?"

"Of course I have!" Harry said, offended.

"Okay, okay. Don't get your knickers in a twist." a/n, couldn't resist, hehe. "Fine," Harry said, grumbling. "and my knickers are not in a twist." Harry said, mock exasperated, waving his hands about.

"Harry," said Ginny, sarcastically, "don't ever do that again, it was just sad." They both laughed a little, looked at each other, smiled, and blushed. They ate in silence for a while before Harry said,

"Ginny?" Ginny looked up from her plate, realizing the look in Harry's eyes...confused, deep...and a little concerned.

"What happened back there? At the library." Harry asked.

"I, um, I'm not so sure, Harry. I think we...we almost..."

"Kissed?"

"Yeah...We almost kissed, Harry." Ginny said, laughing a little, trying to lighten the mood.

"I know. What's so funny about that?"

"Nothing, Harry. Nothing at all." Ginny face was now straight and she was looking deep into Harry's eyes. What she saw wasn't all good. Passion, for life. Struggle, for life. Joy, for life. Worry, for all lives. Happiness, looking in her eyes. Love. For his parents, for his friends, for this school, for Dumbledore...and maybe, one day...for her. He was scarred, but determined not to let it show. Scarred for the lives of others. His friends life. His life. He couldn't seem to hide any of his emotions from Ginny. She understood him. She, he realized now, was always there for him. Even when he didn't see her, she was there. And even sometimes when he didn't want her, she was there. And she always, always made him feel better...happy...complete. And that's what she did: Completed him.

"Ginny," Harry whispered, getting up to her and offering his hand for her to stand up.

"Ginny, would you like to dance?" She took his hand and smiled.

"I'd love to." A stereo magically (duh) showed up and started playing a slow, Frank Sinatra song. Harry took Ginny's hand in one of his and put his other hand, awkwardly, on her waist. Ginny took hold of Harry's hand and put her arm around his neck...not-so-awkwardly. Ginny was always more outgoing and socially confident than Harry. He loved that about her. She loved that about him. They were, without a doubt, made for each other. The dance for a while, and then Harry pulled his hand away from Ginny's and put his arms around her waist. Ginny was a little taken aback, but put both of her arms around his neck, and rested her head upon his shoulder. Harry kissed the top of Ginny's head. Ginny turned her head to face him. Harry lightly kissed her forehead. He pulled away and looked into her eyes, then kissed her ever so slightly on the lips. He pulled away a little too quickly for Ginny's taste, so she pulled his head closer to hers, and before their lips met, said,

"Harry...We kissed." They both smiled, and kissed the most passionate kiss either of them has ever had.

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Hello! Sorry it was so short but it was actually kinda hard to write, what with all the complex words and descriptions. This is a little more romantic than my other fics. Usually they are more fluffly. Yes, there is a difference between fluffy and romantic...Anyways, I hope I spelled everything right, and if I didn't I'm sorry. Please, please tell me! I love reviews! Hint, hint Thanks for reading! Hope you liked! *Uses wand to make you click the little button below and review.*