A/N: This whole story was just for fun so I don't want extreme critiquing. Enjoy the story!

POV notes:

Situation in Harry's POV first, then same scene in Ginny's POV. Hope it doesn't get too confusing, but I don't think it will.

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Harry Potter said the password and slipped into the prefect's bathroom. It wasn't until 20 minutes later, when he stepped out of the bathtub, that he realized that he had mistakenly left his T-shirt in his room. He put on his trousers, toweled off his hair, and checked his watch. No problem, he thought. Everyone's at dinner. I can go straight back to my room without any trouble. He secured his glasses onto his face, checked his reflection, and stepped out into the corridor.

The cold dryness of the corridor hit Harry's shoulders fiercely. It felt beyond odd to be out in the Hogwarts corridors without a shirt on. He didn't stop to consider the potential embarrassment of running into anyone as he took off toward the Gryffindor common room. He moved expertly through the twists and turns of the castle's hallways. As he preceded a corner, he heard light, swift footsteps behind him. He sucked in his breath, turned the corner, and flattened his body against the wall. He closed his eyes as if it would disguise him more as the footsteps grew louder.

The person Harry was attempting to hide from rounded the corner, mumbling frantically under their breath. Upon noticing Harry, they came to an abrupt halt and shrieked.

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Ginny Weasley slid into the seat next to Colin in the Great Hall. He was talking animatedly to Ginny's best friend Elizabeth about, of course, about Harry Potter. She tried to sound casual as she joined into the conversation. She was trying her hardest to forget her feelings for Harry lately, but they were nonetheless still there. She made a few minor comments into the conversation but mostly half-listened as her mind wandered.

She was not aware as her older twin brothers joined her at the Gryffindor table. She mistakenly chose to say something about Harry's seeker skills right as Fred and George arrived.

Before she realized what had happened, the twins started in on her. "You seem to know an awful lot about Harry's Quidditch moves, sis."

"Been watching him closely, have you?"

Ginny pointedly ignored them as she ate her supper. Colin gave her a sympathetic look, as he had witnessed this many times before and knew how much it upset Ginny. Fortunately, Harry was nowhere to be seen tonight. Ron and Hermione had just walked through the doors of the Great Hall and Harry had not accompanied them.

Ron took up his seat across from Ginny and Hermione slid into place next to him. Ginny pretended not to notice as they scooted closer together and probably interlaced hands. She couldn't help but want what they had, even if they tried to hide it. She smiled slightly at Hermione as if to communicate that she knew what happened.

Ron, however, did not receive the same look once he opened his mouth. "Obsessing over Harry again, is she?"

Ginny couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. "Oh, you're one to talk about obsessing. Who spent all summer fuming over Krum and bugging Mum to let Hermione over? 'But Mum,'" she began impersonating, "'Hermione can't be safe with Muggle parents. She should stay here where it's safe.'"

Ginny grinned with satisfaction as the focus turned to Ron, whose ears were pink. Hermione smiled at Ginny, seeing her real motive. Ginny stood up from her chair at the table and began to leave the hall when George, noticing her departure, shouted, "Off to find Harry?"

Trying her best to will blood from rushing to her face, she quickened her pace and headed out into the corridor. She barely paid attention as she turned corners to get to the Gryffindor common room. Now that she was away from everyone, she became very angry with her brothers. For all she knew, she may have been able to get over Harry if it wasn't for their insistence that she was taken with him. She began insulting her brothers, especially Fred and George, under her breath.

Ginny was so consumed with her thoughts that she almost didn't see the young man hiding against the wall around the nearest corner.

Almost.

She gave a small yelp of surprise.

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Harry's eyes snapped open and he identified the owner of that voice. For a split second he thought, Oh, it's only Ginny. I won't be in trouble. But only for a second. His next thought was, Oh no, it's Ginny.

He couldn't help but wish he wasn't quite so skinny and frail as all his blood, or so it seemed, rushed into his cheeks. The only good thing he could say of the situation was that he wasn't quite so cold anymore.

Ginny blinked once before saying anything. "Harry? What–" she glanced down at his chest, then, thankfully, back up at his face quickly. He wanted nothing more then for the floor to open up and swallow him. Or at least to have a shirt. "What are you doing?"

"I–er–I mean, I–" he stammered, feeling as if the walls were getting closer and closer and the air was getting warmer and warmer. "I was just..."

If it was possible, his face got even hotter when Ginny started laughing. He had never been more humiliated in all of his life. Wondering why he had taken so long to do so, he fled down the hallway to the common room where he could hide for the rest of his life.

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Harry.

At first Ginny didn't even think about anything and opened her mouth to ask what was going on. "Harry? What–" That's when she realized...Harry was not wearing a shirt. She stared at his chest for a brief moment. Why on earth was he walking around like this? And when did he get all those muscles? Quickly and forcefully, she turned her face upward and focused on his face. "What are you doing?"

She felt blood rushing to her face more and more as he stared back at her. "I–er–I mean, I–" Without warning, a fantasy she hadn't thought about in over a year popped into her brain. She wished it would go away, but she remembered it so well. She had the same dream 3 times in 1 week during the beginning of her second year. Harry was at Quidditch practice, and somehow she would walk in on him in the locker rooms with his shirt off, and each time he would greet her with a kiss. "I was just..." Harry's voice broke into her thoughts and a giggle escaped her mouth from the simple thought of the dream actually occurring. With all the nervousness pent up inside her, she found she couldn't stop giggling.

Ginny saw Harry's eyes widen and fill with embarrassment, something she was quite familiar with, before he turned and ran.

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A/N: This last part will be switching POVs because it wouldn't be as good if told twice. Let me know if the POV is confusing so that I can fix it.

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Oh no, Ginny thought, running after Harry. "Harry! No, wait! I wasn't–Harry please stop."

Harry had to stop when he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. He racked his brain for the password but as his mind was racing, he couldn't remember.

"Harry," Ginny began breathlessly. "I wasn't la–" She stopped when she realized that the Fat Lady was staring at them. She could only imagine how odd the two of them looked. "House elf," she muttered. She grabbed Harry's hand, ignored the electric feeling that shot through her fingers, and pulled him through the portal.

Harry allowed Ginny to pull him through. He stared at her fingers, which were interlaced with his. When they were inside the common room and Ginny dropped his hand, he looked down at the floor. He just wanted to dart up to his room, but he knew that Ginny was going to say something and he might as well hear it now.

"Harry, listen. I–Harry?" When he looked up, Ginny mustered up the courage to continue. "I wasn't laughing at you. You misunderstood me, I'm sorry..."

Harry laughed nervously. "Yeah, well,...m-maybe I should explain," he started, looking down at his hands. He had started wringing them as he spoke. He gave a brief explanation of what had happened in the prefect's bathroom.

As Harry finished telling her why he was walking around shirtless, she gave a nervous laugh that mirrored the one he had given her not 2 minutes ago. She wished she could form a complete sentence or at least a complete thought but she found that she couldn't.

"So, um..." he began, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt but failing miserably, "maybe after–" he gestured up the stairs. "After I, well, finish getting dressed...do you think you'd want to take a walk around the lake with me?" He drew in a sharp breath. Had he just said that? Out loud?

Ginny stared incredulously at Harry. She must be dreaming again. Harry never gave her a second look, so why would he ask her to go for a walk? Her head was spinning.

"W-well, I mean, if you don't want–"

"I'd love to," she interjected before Harry could come to the wrong conclusion.

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This story was just gonna be a one-shot Harry/Ginny story that left you hanging. But then once I thought of the walk I couldn't think of another way to go. So now there are 2 more installments!! They are complete and I didn't plan to post until I got some reviews but since OotP's release is fast approaching I had to go ahead and post all of them! But you'll find that by the end of the story you may want to review anyway.