The next day was a blur to Harry. He woke up early in the morning and yawned. A hand clamped over his mouth. He was still lying on Ginny's bed. He turned over and saw her half panicking half giggling with excitement. "Go!" she whispered. He leaned over and gave her another kiss but then he dashed out of the room. By the most twisted chance of luck, none of the other students were awake in either the girls or boys rooms.

When he reached his bed, he sighed out happily. That night had been perfect. No, more than perfect, if that was possible. Not long after, he collapsed on his own bed and fell asleep. His dream was an exact replication of that night and Harry wished he could keep replaying it, but was disappointed when he was shaken awake.

Ron was standing over him. "Harry! Get up! Stop smiling like a fool and get up! We're late!" Ron. He hadn't thought about him. How would he react to his little encounter his sister? Harry groaned, a little of the excitement draining out of him. Surprisingly, Harry had never thought about Ron's reaction before. He had always imagined dating Ginny, and kissing Ginny, and loving Ginny and… Harry shook his head. He had never thought about anything like this.

How would they tell Ron? Or Fred and George? And most importantly of all, how would they tell Ginny's parents? By this time Ron was fuming. Not a good time to bring up the subject. Missing breakfast had not helped the matter. All until lunch time Harry's stomach was growling. To Harry's luck he had an extended Care of Magical Creatures class and they were studying Gintors, small lion like creatures who had a growl in unison with Harry's stomach.

At lunch he and Ginny sat across from each other, looking into each other's eyes and occasionally giggling. Unfortunately, Hermione noticed this and sent a suspicious glance at Harry. Harry casually sent her the 'I'll tell you later' look. Harry didn't realize, until after lunch was over, that he STILL hadn't eaten anything. He quietly scolded himself for spending the entire lunch staring at Ginny, but in the end admitted that it had been worth it.

Now his stomach was growling furiously. This gained him plenty of odd looks from his classmates and during potions, Snape decided to make quips about Harry being anorexic to keep up his star quality. After class she was greeted by the overly anxious Hermione. "So what's up with you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh. Hi. Nothing. There's nothing going on. I mean… you… there… so how are you today?" Harry clasped his hands together. He really did not want a lecture from Hermione. He supposed it was best that he talked to her before anyone else, but he still wasn't sure what to say.

Hermione gave him a look. "I saw you. Last night. I was getting up for a short walk and I saw you… you need to cover your head when you use the cloak." Harry felt like he was going to faint. "Don't worry Harry, I haven't and won't tell anyone." Harry exhaled. He wasn't really comforted by this, but at least she wouldn't tell. He could trust her. "But," she said, and Harry tensed, "you have to tell me everything from here on out." Harry began to object but Hermione promptly cut him off. "Do you think you are being treated unfairly? I'm sure Ron would be interested to here of this new gossip," She was almost laughing.

Harry clenched his fists but then relaxed, realizing he had no choice but to submit to Hermione's demands. "Fine," he said exasperatedly. "Besides, I trust you so why not?" but inside he still cringed at the thought of explaining what had happened. "It's actually kind of simple, you know? I was sitting in my bed thinking about her," Hermione gave him a bit of a disgusted look, "you know what I mean! Well I was thinking about her, and suddenly I had a little flash of what I thought might have been a premonition. Like one of my scar dreams." Hermione nodded for him to continue. "So instinctively I rushed out of the room and ran to hers. But she was fine."

Hermione nodded, feeling that this was the end of the story. But Harry continued. "So… since I was there," Hermione looked shocked. "Oh come on 'Mione! I only sat on her bed! Well… kind of. I also kind of put my arm around her. And then I kind of told her I loved her. And then we kind of kissed. And then I guess I fell asleep," Harry blushed, once again thinking of the idea of sleeping with a naked Ginny in his arms.

"You slept with her! Oh my GOD Harry!" Harry clamped his hand over her mouth to stop her from speaking any further. After she seemed to have calmed down, he let go. "You slept with her? I trust she was clothed?" Harry blushed an embarrassed red. "What? You kissed AND slept with her and she was naked? You expect me to believe that that's all that happened?! You are one serious perv!" Harry clamped his hand over her mouth and she struggled to pull it off. Harry however had no intention of letting her speak.

"God Hermione! I thought that you would be helpful to me here! It wasn't like I raped her or anything. It was a mutual kiss, keywords MUTUAL and KISS. It was just a short little kiss, nothing more. I thought that I could trust you telling you this and frankly we, sorry, I am lucky that none of our classmates were here to hear your ranting and raving. I thought you were my friend. I guess I was wrong." And with that, Harry stormed off to his room, thus missing Dinner.

There seemed to be one of the worst yet most perfect days of his life. It was still all so confusing. Every time something seemed to resolve, a thousand more conflicts took its place. Now he had severed his friendship with Hermione and was most certainly going to lose it with Ron. But most of this left his mind as he reenacted the night before. Was it worth it? As of now, yes. Would it would be worth it in the future? Only time would tell.