A/N: ...this took forever. I'm so sorry.

Harry's POV:

Harry raced up to Ginny as fast as he possibly could, his adrenaline helping him fly past the stairs that turn into a slide. He wanted to get it over with, before he lost his nerve. When he made it into her dorm, she was holding a piece of paper and looking white as a ghost when she saw him. He wanted to ask her what she was writing, but he had something to do first.

"G-Ginny.." he said, panting.

"H-Harry?" she asked, unable to form a complete sentence without stuttering. "Wh-What are you d-doing in here?"

"Ginny, th-there's something I need to ask you. W-would you mind, sometime, maybe….um wouldyoumaybesometimewannakindagooutwithmemaybetoHogsmeadeorsomethingonlikeadateIdontknowsomethinglikeadate…maybe?"

"…Sorry, I didn't catch that last part." Ginny responded.

"…A…An outing? With me? Maybe to Hogsmeade or something? With me…um for some food…or shopping…I mean you know. Whatever. If that's okay with you." He repeated slowly.

"Oh! A…A date? S-Something like that?" she spluttered.

"Yes. Something exactly like that." Harry responded, slowly gathering confidence as he moved towards her.

Ginny's POV:

Ginny blushed. A date? With Harry Potter? How long had she waited for this…maybe her writing made it happen? Did she generate magic from her writing? No…that couldn't possibly be right. After all this was over, she'd ask Ron and Hermione. They, of all people, should know.

"Well, if you're sure you don't have the wrong girl…" she teased.

"Of course not! No girl here is as pretty as you…so nobody resembles you in the least. It's impossible that I could mistake you for someone else when you are so obviously more stunning than anyone else here."

Harry's POV:

That…was the worst line he had ever attempted to use. Harry thought as he reviewed what he said quickly. He made a mental note never to use the line again, just as Ginny blushed and began to speak.

"Harry. You are the sweetest guy in this entire place, and I'm not just saying that because of the nice little scar on your forehead that shows you defeated Lord Voldemort once. Not…not that it's a BAD thing…dammit…"

Judging by the look on Ginny's face, Harry could tell that that sentence had not gone the way that she had planned. "But…?" he said, trying to help her out.

Looking relieved, Ginny continued, "But nothing. Of course I'll go with you…to Hogsmeade…or out for food…or shopping…You know. Whatever." She finished with a wink.

They walked out of the room together, hand in hand, about 15 minutes later.

A/N: Sorry, I'm not good at making chapters very long. And, once again, I apologize for the wait. Though it could be the same with the next chapter...but fear not! I am working on it right now.