Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter (which I do not) would I really be writing this story right now? The answer is (sadly) no. Sorry that there was no disclaimer earlier, I am new to this.

Chapter Three: Is this right?

Ginny and Harry entered the compartment to find Hermione and Ron making out on the seats.

"Oh honestly!" Harry groaned as Ginny looked away. Sure, she and Hermione were best friends, but it was just so weird to see her brother kissing someone in that manner.

It was Harry and Ginny who had originally brought Hermione and Ron together, when they saw what the couple did not. Their constant bickering, Ron's protectiveness, etc. Harry and Ginny knew that Ron and Hermione were meant for each other. A few (A/N: blatant) hints later (example: "Hey Hermione, Ron was giving you that dreamy look during potions" or "Hey Ron, Hermione's HOT, don't you think? Maybe you should ask her out") they were a couple.

But this did not exactly mean that Ginny and Harry liked watching them express their affection of one another.

"Get a room," Harry muttered as he and Ginny sat down.

"Oh, hey Harry, Ginny, I didn't quite see you there," said Ron, finally pulling himself away from Hermione, who was trying to fix her hair which was now thoroughly tousled.

"Yeah, hey," said Hermione, smiling at Harry and giving Ginny a "so, you're finally with Harry" look. Ginny looked away.

"So, Harry, you and Ginny a pair, or has she not said anything ye-OWW!" Ron yelped as he was elbowed hard in the ribs by Hermione, who glared at him.

"Well, yeah," Harry murmured.

"But we'd rather you guys don't tell anyone, we kind of want to keep it low," said Ginny quickly. Why had she said that? She looked at Harry, who seemed somewhat relieved by this remark.

"Good idea, Gin. I kinda don't want anything going around this early in the year."

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Ginny sighed as she flopped onto her four poster bed. The train ride had been eventless enough, as she had looked out the window at the scenery as Harry tried to make forced conversation. Their relationship just seemed so... awkward. It just didn't feel right to Ginny. She got in to her pajamas, a spaghetti strap to with silky red bottoms, grabbed her book, and went down in the common room to sit by the fire. She had just begun to read when a voice said, "Ginny? ' Sat you?"

She sighed mentally. It was Harry. She wasn't in the mood for this.

"Hey Harry," she said tentatively.

"What are you reading?"

"Quidditch through the ages." (A/N okay, that was the only book I could think of) Harry moved over to the couch where she was reading and leaned in to read.

They read for what seemed like hours. Ginny began to get sleepy and she rested her head on Harry's' chest. He was so warm and comfortable, and she closed her eyes. He was still reading, and began to stroke Ginny's long, flaming red hair. He kissed the top of her head lightly. Just as Ginny was about to drift off to sleep, she couldn't help but think to herself, "this feels so right."