A/N: Hey Guys again! Welcome to Chapter 2! Taking along time to get to the point but u can just fricken wait can't u! Oopsies. Shouldn't swear! Took me along time to write this, sorry I suppose... I need to have more baths; they provide my muse for me:) Love you all... Oh thanks to Evil Spapple Pie too! And now on to the story...

ESP says: Hey, you're making me blush... stop thanking me!

Disclaimer: If I was the owner then Draco and I would never come out of my bedroom, exactly, wishful thinking!



It's the Beginning of, well, Something.


The woman was pulled out of her memories by the sound of the approaching bus. She stood up and walked forward to make sure the bus driver saw her. As she stepped out of the bus shelter the wind began to play with her long hair, stirring up the ruby red strands and making the woman look like a lion with a mane. She grabbed at her hair irritably and step up to the waiting bus. The bus driver was taken back with the beauty of the woman but still manage to stutter out "$3.50 thanks... miss." But the woman didn't give him a second glance as she dumped the money unceremoniously in his waiting palm. She moved to the middle of the bus, clutching her bag rather protectively. She sat down in an empty seat and started gazing out the window as the memories came running forward...

Megan had helped Ginny write a note to Harry, it had been full of mushy stuff that Ginny didn't really approve of, but Megan had assured her that it was the correct thing to write. During the week leading up to the Date, as everyone called it, Ginny was a nervous wreck. She could barely keep her mind on her classes. During Transfiguration she was thinking about what should she wear. During Divination she was wondering what he would wear. During Herbology she had the biggest question of all, would he try to kiss her? Ginny wasn't very schooled in that area, in fact the only person she had ever kissed was Dean Thomas, and she didn't think that was very spectacular at all. Things with Harry would defiantly be different, she decided.

Saturday dawned as a beautiful day, 'Perfect," Ginny thought as she walked down to breakfast. She and Harry had agreed to meet at the front doors at nine thirty, but it was only eight now, she had given herself plenty of time to get ready. Ginny barely ate anything, her stomach was so twisted in knots, and she left the table quickly, saying a quick "hello" to Colin as he walked by. "Good luck," he called out after her.

"There," said Megan, "I think you are ready now." Ginny felt anything but ready.

Megan looked at her watch, "You had better get a move on, it's already nine twenty."

"Ok," replied Ginny. "Megan, thank you for all of your help, I would have never been able to do this without you."

"Hey, it's cool. Think nothing of it. Ok, I better scoot as well; I have to go meet Justin. Have a ball and don't do anything I wouldn't!" Megan replied with a cheeky grin.

'Oh Merlin!' Ginny thought to herself. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, then walked down the stairs and out of the Gryffindor common room. The halls weren't that crowded, as nearly everyone would be eating breakfast. The journey to the front door was a quick one, with all staircases going her way; Ginny decided that it would have to be a spectacular day now.

Harry was waiting for her just outside the door, "Er, good morning Ginny."

"Good morning to you too," 'Handsome', she quickly dispelled that thought deciding it would be easier to spend that day with out those secret comments in her head making her flustered. "Shall we go then?"

"Yeah, alright then," said Harry, looking as nervous as Ginny felt.

They had a great day in Hogsmeade. He bought her candy from The Lolly Shop, they both stocked up in Zonko's and they met Ron and Hermione at The Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer. But mostly they talked, Ginny found herself opening up to and connecting with a boy that, it had to be said, she had fallen for because of his looks. They talked about everything from Quidditch to schoolwork to Harry's life before Hogwarts to parents to fame to Merlin knows what, Ginny surely couldn't remember it all! But at the same time, Ginny fell totally head over heels in love with Harry, in a different way to before. It just made her wonder how many ways there were to fall in love with a person.

During the day Harry found every excuse to touch her, and every time he did Ginny felt an involuntary shiver run through her body. As they were walking around, she suddenly found her hand in Harry's, and it felt like the most natural thing to do, like she had been born holding this boys hand. She wished he would try more, every fibre in her body was wanting him; wanting to taste his lips. She felt herself staring unconsciously at those lips, they looked so plump and soft and, 'Ginny focus on the conversation,' she had to keep telling herself, all the time.

It was late in the afternoon when they started to walk back up to the castle, somewhere around four o'clock. But Ginny had forgotten about time, this day was going to last forever, she had convinced herself it was going to. Because of that, she got a nasty shock when they wound up at the castle doors. "Where are you going now, Gin?" Harry asked.

"Oh, up to the common room. Got a bit a homework to do I suppose."

He laughed, "Careful, you'll turn into Hermione! Ok I'll walk you up there then. I have to go to Quidditch practice but I can be a bit late."

Ginny felt like she was floating, he was going to miss some of Quidditch for her. Wow.

They reached the Fat Lady's painting all too quickly. "Uh, I won't come in, I have to dash but Ginny... thanks," murmured Harry. And with that he leant in and kissed her hard on her mouth. It took Ginny a moment to realize what was going on but when she did she kissed him back forcefully and hungrily, exploring his mouth with her tongue while he was doing the same to her.

"Hrmmmm..." The two broke apart quickly to look sheepishly up at the face of the Head of House. "Mr. Potter, I would think that this is the reason you are not at Quidditch practice yet? Causing your teammates to worry and ask me to go look for you?"

"Uh, yes Professor. I was just on my way now. Bye Gin!" He called over his shoulder as he hurried along the corridor away from Professor McGonagall.

The woman just looked down at Ginny and said, "Well, it's about time." Before striding off to her office, leaving Ginny to wonder if it was about time that Harry went to Quidditch or another about time...