A/N: Okay, so I apologize, I know it's been forever but I've been kinda having a little trouble with time and writing lately, and I just couldn't think of a good way to make this chapter go. But oh well, it's up now, so I hope you all enjoy!! Please remember to review! Thanks.

Chapter Two: Body

Well, after Michael was, of course, Dean. Dean Thomas. Well, what can I really say about him? He was the "body" part of the equation. I can honestly say I've never been more physically or sexually attracted to anyone in my entire life than I was with Dean. I don't know what it was about him, I'd known who he was for most of my life, but the end of fourth year, something just... changes. And I know, I know, that sounds so cheesy and corny and whatever, but that's just the way it was.

So I had just broken up with Michael, and to be honest I was a little depressed about how everything had happened. I mean sure, I didn't love him anymore, but still, a girls first boyfriend, well its something she never forgets. And Michael is no exception to that.

It was almost the end of the year, and I had been completely out of the loop with everything that was going on, I was just so alone, it felt like. But Dean decided, for some reason still unknown to me, to change that.

I was sitting alone in the common room, doing some Potions homework. Since the break up I'd been surprisingly up to date on all of my school work. I suppose because I felt I had nothing better to do, and besides, it took my mind off of... things.

I was so focused on my work that I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. I turned my head around in surprise, and just stared wide eyed at the boy in front of me. As you can probably guess, it was Dean.

I put my quill down, slowly, and said, "Um... hi?"

He chuckled and invited himself to sit down in the chair next to mine. "Hi yourself, Ginny."

I was so surprised he even remotely knew who I was. I mean I just figured, with him being a fifth year and all, that I would just be "Ron's little sister." But apparently not.

I didn't know what to say, so I sat there awkwardly playing with my hair, a nervous habit of mine. Finally, though, Dean realized I wasn't about to say anything so he said something instead. "So did you hear about that party the seventh years are planing on throwing?"

Like I said before, I had been so off on my own private island that I knew nothing of this. "Um... no, actually, I didn't."

He smiled, and I realized at that moment that Dean was attractive. Very attractive, actually. "Yeah, well it's fourth years and above allowed. You know, sort of an end of the year party."

I nodded, wondering why he was telling me this. I didn't particularly feel like I wanted to go, seeing as I was no longer with Michael. I felt like it would make me feel even more alone.

"So, I guess I was just wondering if you were going. Or if maybe you'd like to go with me." He said it rather quickly, and I finally realized why he had been telling me this. He was asking me out.

My eyebrows shot up. I was not used to this. Getting asked out, or going on a date with someone. After all, all the experience I'd had was with a steady boyfriend, Michael. But, then again, I realized, Dean was older, very attractive, and maybe it would be fun. Who knew? And I knew I HAD to get over what had happened with Michael, and maybe this could help.

So I looked Dean in the eyes, and said, "I'd love to go with you." And I smiled the first real smile I'd had in the longest time.

He grinned back at me. "Great. So it's on Friday in the Room of Requirement. But I guess we can meet here before that and go together, if that's cool."

I nodded again, "Yeah that sounds great. Can't wait."

And that is how it all started. We went to the party together, we had an amazing time, and he even kissed me good night. But that was practically the end of the year. We hung out a few times before finals (for me) and O.W.L.s (for him). But then it became a little harder to find time together. So we decided to keep it casual over the summer and see what would happen when school started the next year.

But during the summer, I found myself with Harry a lot. Now, as almost everybody knew, I had been "In Love" with mister Harry Potter since I'd first seen him when I was 10 years old. But what with dating Michael and my "thing" or whatever it was with Dean, I had found it much easier to be around him without liking him. I mean sure I still found him attractive, not to mention a great friend, brave, and just an all around good person, but I'd just realized that it would never happen so I had to move on. So basically, I was able to be good friends with him. Besides, I'd had someone else on my mind to focus on. And that was, of course, Dean.

At first I thought it wasn't going to go anywhere. I mean, we'd been writing to each other fairly frequently, but it was very casual. I couldn't help but think I was setting myself up for disappointment there, but I just couldn't help it. Then I got the letter.

Dear Ginny

So I know we agreed to keep things casual between us until we got back to school, and possibly even just be friends. But I have to admit, I've been thinking about you WAY more than I would ever think of a friend. And I really don't think I can wait until September to tell you this, even though I'd rather say it face to face than in a letter. But I've been thinking about it a lot, and I didn't know what else to do, so here it is.

I guess what I'm really trying to say is, Ginny, will you be my girlfriend?

Dean.

It was possibly the most wonderful thing that had ever been written to me. I could tell every emotion from his words, and I could see that he was being sincere. So I knew my answer right away.

Dear Dean,

I've felt exactly the same way all summer, believe me. And I agree with you one hundred percent. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, yes, Dean. I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend.

Ginny.

I was in such a great mood after that that there was absolutely no way to hide how happy I was. Dean and I continued to write each other a lot, and he was the sweetest guy I'd ever met. But I also found out he was the kind of guy that was into a very physical relationship. Which I didn't mind too much as long as it wasn't too much too fast, because, like I said, he was attractive, and I found myself very attracted to him. The first time I ever experienced this side of him was on the way to Hogwarts that September.

September first, of course, meant the start of my fifth year at Hogwarts. But that year it also meant something else. My first time together with my new boyfriend, Dean.

I said a quick goodbye to my family and went off to find Dean. I was walking up and down the train trying to find him when, suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and a voice whispered in my ear, "Hey, gorgeous."

I was a little thrown off. I mean sure, I liked Dean and all, but I didn't expect him to be acting like this so soon. But then he turned me around to face him, and kissed me, hard. And I nearly forgot everything. That this was our first time really together, that anyone could be watching us right now. Basically every intelligent thought just flew right out of my head.

Dean expertly moved us into one of the compartments and continued to kiss me. Basically the whole train ride was spent making out with Dean. And I found that I didn't mind that all too much.

I didn't know it at the time, but Dean was a guy who could say "I love you" quite easily. And even if he didn't mean it, he had nor problem saying it. And I believed that every time the bloke said he loved me that he actually meant it. And I would say it back, because I did love him.

But then I started to notice something changing after a couple of months. He hardly ever wanted to spend time together anymore, unless we would be making out. And he would only say those three words while we were making out, then followed by some form of "request," if you will. Like "Baby, just the shirt. Come one, I love you. You know that. Just take the shirt off." Or, "I love you, so much, I think we should do a little more. We have been together for a while now." And he said those things so... casually. And like that was what our relationship was about. Sex. And I had explained to him that I wasn't ready to have sex yet. And he said he heard me, but I don't think he did.

That's when the fighting started. It was getting harder and harder to be with him, because he would just keep trying to get my cloths off. And on top of that, he was overly protective of me. If another guy so much as said "Hello" to me, he would flip out on them, then at me for "allowing him to do it," as he would put it. But he could do whatever he wanted with other girls. And this reminded me too much of how it had ended with Michael. So I knew I had to get out as soon as I could, before I let things get worse. So I did what I had to do.

We were in the middle of a fight. It was over something completely useless, irrelevant and unimportant. But we were fighting, which meant I could bring up everything that had been bugging me.

"You never want to talk to me, you just want to make out with me or try to get me in bed with you!" I practically screamed when he had asked what he had done to make me so crazy. That comment pushed me over the edge, which was why the yelling had started.

"And what's so wrong with that? We've been together for a while, it's only natural. And besides you never used to complain in the beginning, You were practically begging for it."

"I told you, I'm not ready!" I said. "But you just won't listen. And of course I didn't complain, you wouldn't let me. And it was my first time ever really doing something like that, so what was I supposed to do?"

"Well, I don't know Ginny, maybe you should just find another boyfriend who's a prude like you." He muttered.

And that was it for me. I raised my hand, and as hard as I could, smacked him across the face. He just stared at me in shock. "Maybe I will." I spat out at him. "I'm done with your crap. We're done."

And I turned away from him, and left.

After my break up with Michael I felt heartbroken. After my break up with Dean I felt liberated. I felt like I could be myself again, and that I would never let a guy try to control me like that again, or try to pressure me into something I knew I wasn't ready for.

So, even though I never actually slept with Dean, he falls into the "Body" category because I did enjoy kissing him while it lasted. He actually made me consider giving my virginity up to him just because of the fact that I liked kissing him. But, luckily, I didn't. And I'm glad I didn't because he turned out to be a jerk who never even loved me in the first place.

So guess next is Harry, who is of course, the "heart" part of my love equation.

A/N: Okay so not as long as the last on. But whatever, once we get to the D/G stuff I hope the chapters will get longer. These are just kind of an introduction to help explain the stuff that's going to happen with Draco and Ginny. So tell me what you think! Please review! And thanks for reading!