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Harry/Ginny

Ginny shook her red hair out of its ponytail as she, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville headed down to Care of Magical Creatures. Harry stared as her hair shone in the bright spring sun. Ron had been talking to Harry about quidditch, but Harry didn't hear his question, as he had been watching Ginny's hair.

"So what do think?"

"About what?"

"The strategy I was just explaining! Don't make me repeat it," Ron groaned.

"It's great," Harry replied, hoping that it was, as they joined the rest of the students who were standing at the edge of the forest.

"No, it sucks," Ginny said, pushing Harry. "Don't encourage his stupid ideas." She sighed. "If I was on the quidditch team, we would do awesome!"

"We already do awesome," Ron said, annoyed.

Before Ginny could argue, Hagrid said, "Alright, now, everybody here? Today we're goin' to look for sniggles in the forest. The oil that's secreted from their skin is helpful in curin' skin rashes..."

As they headed into the forest, Hagrid handed them each a small trowel; the sniggles lived in the ground, and they would have to dig for them.

Hagrid paired them all up, and Harry was paired with Ginny.

As they dug in the rich forest soil, searching for the tiny creatures, Ginny said, "I really wish I was on the Gryffindor team. I love Quidditch so much! Maybe next year I can get a broom..."

Harry said nervously, "Would you like to maybe come to the quidditch pitch tonight and after I practice, you can ride my broom?"

"Sure." Ginny said, brushing her forehead and leaving a smear of dirt on her face.

"Maybe we could go for a walk across the grounds, go to the kitchens and get some food afterward..."

"Harry? Are you asking me out?" Ginny asked, amused.

"Um, yes. But you don't have to if you don't want to..." Harry said, blushing as red as Ginny's hair.

She leaned forward in the dirt; their faces were inches away from each other.

"Of course I want to go out with you," Ginny whispered.

Harry sighed in relief. Ginny leaned forward a little more, and Harry's hand slid over to Ginny's where it was grasping the trowel, but just then Ron came over, and Ginny pulled her hand out of Harry's.

"Blimey, doesn't she ever stop? 'That's not the proper way to dig a hole Ron, do it like this'."

"That is not how I sound!" Hermione said angrily. She had followed Ron. "I was only saying that because you almost killed that sniggle because of the way you had your trowel angled..."

"Oh, shut it," Ron snapped.

"Hermione, why don't I work with you, and Ron can work with Harry?" Ginny suggested.

"That's fine with me." Hermione glared at Ron, then went back to the spot where she and Ron were previously digging.

Ginny leaned down and brushed Harry's hair away from his ear so she could whisper into it, "See you later at practice,".

Then she headed over to help Hermione.

"Hey, look, I found one, Harry!" Rone said, sticking his hand out.

"That's just a regular worm, Ron," Harry said, inspecting the wriggling brown creature in Ron's outstretched hand. "The sniggles are purple,"

"Oh, yeah," Ron said, disappointed, and threw the earthworm back into the dirt.

Harry was soaring threw the cool night air over the quidditch pitch, waiting for Ginny to arrive.

"Harry!" Ginny was standing on the field, looking up at him.

Harry touched down beside her, and held out his broom to her.

"I'm not flying alone, Harry, get back on the broom."

Ginny got on behind Harry, and put her arms around him. Harry's stomach did a flip-flop.

"Ok, let's go," Ginny rested her head on Harry's shoulder and Harry smelt her sweet perfume.

Harry kicked off, and they soared around the quidditch pitch, Ginny's hair tickled Harry's neck as it blew in the breeze.

"You know, I've been waiting for this for a long time." Ginny whispered in his ear.

"What? Flying?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, you and me, Harry."

"Really?"

"Yup. I'm just afraid how Ron is going to react. You remember what he did to that Ravenclaw boy that asked me out."

"I'm sure he'll be fine with it," but Harry didn't sound too sure.

"It's getting a little chilly, why don't we land?" Ginny said.

"Alright."

Ginny followed Harry into the dark broom shed so he could lock up his broom.

"Let's stay here a minute, Harry, before we go back to the castle."

She sat on the ground besides all the brooms, and Harry sat besides her.

Ginny looked at him and said, "Now where were we today in class?"

Harry grinned. Ginny leaned forward and their lips met, just as the shed door crashed open. Harry and Ginny both jumped; a figure was silhouetted by the light of the moon.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, Ginny?"

"It's none of your business, Ronald!" Ginny said angrily to her brother.

"Yes, it is my business, you're my sister!"

"Yeah, but it's Harry! He's your friend. It's not like it's a total stranger."

"That makes it worse, what are people going to think?"

"That we're going out, duh! That's what people do, they go out on dates with people they like. Well most people, obviously you're the exception."

"What are you saying?"

"Maybe if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn't care so much about what other people are doing. I mean, Hermione keeps waiting for you to..." Ginny stopped; she had said too much in her anger.

"What does Hermione want me to do?"

"Never mind, Harry, let's go." Ginny pulled him out of the shed and past Ron, who stood watching them head back to the castle.

Ron/Hermione are next.