A/N: This story is about Harry's and Ginny's Love life. It also includes other Harry Potter characters such as Hermione, Ron and others. It can be quite thrilling at times but it SHOULD be nice. Hope you dudes and dudettes like it.

Disclaimer: Stuff belongs to Rowling, me no rich, Rowling rich. Me no
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Blossoming Love

Prologue: Love, A Truly Wonderful Thing

It was a dark starry night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry Potter, a famous wizard in his 6th year, was lying on his back on his four-poster bed. His best friend Ron Weasley was snoring away on the top bunk. 'He must be dreaming about Hermione.' Harry thought to himself. But Harry had his mind on his own girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. She was a really smart 5th year who became a prefect. She was really sweet and had splendid
red hair just like the rest of her family. At this moment Harry heard somebody in the common room. Being as curious as he was, Harry got out of
bed and headed for the common room. He expected it to Peeves the poltergeist but no it was not. Instead it was Ginny. Harry felt lovesick and weak in the knees. Ginny approached him and hugged him. He gave her a
peck on the cheek and she turned as red as her hair. She took off his glasses. Harry saw nothing except a huge blur. Ginny was kissing him like
never before. She was kissing his neck by the time he lost control. He turned over and put his body on hers. Soon their faces were 1 inch away. They stared at each other for a while until Ginny moved. Harry thought that she felt uncomfortable and pushed his body up a little, but Ginny pulled
him even closer. She was embracing him like never before. Harry quickly pulled away and held Ginny's face. "Ginny you are going to drive me crazy
really soon!" Harry said. "Oh I am sorry Harry. I got a little carried away." She replied. " A little. Yeah right but don't take it personally ok love?" He told her in a soft, sweet tone. Ginny nodded slightly. Then Harry
got up and told her to return to her dormitory. He gave her a kiss good
night and left. The next morning, Harry was too tired to go to class. But Ron managed to
pull him out of bed and force him to wash up. Ron was the height of a giant. Well not really a giant. He was just 6 foot 5 while Harry was 6 foot 3. The two of them headed downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. They
met Hermione and Ginny in the Hall and sat next to them. Ginny looked rather flushed to Harry but he forgot it after a while. The morning bell
rang and student after student went to class. The Gryffindor 6th years were having Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. They worked across the slightly damp grounds to Greenhouse 4 where they would meet their Herbology teacher, Professor Sprout, a short, plump witch with curly, gray hair. "Good morning fifth years. Welcome to Greenhouse 4." Professor Sprout boomed. "Today we are going to experiment with self- killing Pivorrey. Suddenly, Hermione's hand shot up and just missed Ernie Macmillan's nose. "Yes Miss Granger?" Professor Sprout said in an alarmed tone. " But Professor, we have never handled creatures as dangerous and barbaric as those!" Hermione cried with a tone of disparity in her voice. Harry could not help but stifle a laugh as it was the first time Hermione admitted to not being able to attempt an activity during any lesson. Ron on the other hand nudged Harry in the ribs,
which made Harry stop instantly. Professor Sprout was explaining how to handle the Pivorrey and how to tackle them if they get out of control and
kill each other ten at a time. "If they start tearing each others flesh this shows that they are about to kill. But if they ." Professor Sprout was
saying, but just then, the bell rang. This meant that it was time for Harry's most dreaded subject: Potions. He hated his potions teacher as much
as the subject. Professor Snape hated Harry as much as Harry hated him. Snape was always finding reasons to take away points from Harry's house. When they entered the dungeon, he felt strange like how he felt when he was with Ginny. He felt like taking revenge over Snape for what reason, he did
not know. But Harry had second thoughts. He did not want to get into trouble for feeling funny. But a voice was telling him to do it and another was telling him not to. He could not make up his mind. Soon he was on his knees, not in pain but laughing a strange laugh. Snape of course, deducted points from Gryffindor for thinking that Harry was just creating trouble.
Harry was raging with anger. His face was very hot and his blood was
boiling. He started cursing and calling Snape names that made Ron say "wicked" with an impressed expression on his face. Suddenly, Harry stopped.
He froze. What was happening? He did not realise he had said it aloud. "Care to enlighten us, Mister Potter?" Snape hissed. Harry straightened up
and looked around at everyone else, bewildered. "Please return to your seat, Mister Potter." Snape had a sneer on his face, placed perfectly from years of practice. Harry was still feeling quite flustered, and his face showed. "Y-yes, p-professor," He replied, and went to sit down next to Ron, who was staring at him, as were everyone else. Including the Slytherins. "What the bloody hell was that, Harry?" Ron asked incredulously. Hermione looked worried, but her language was not as vulgar as Ron's. "Harry, what
happened?" She asked, as Ron had. Harry was a bit scared; he was scared that Voldemort had been possessing him just now. "Harry?" Apparently, he
had taken too long to answer. He tried to keep his voice steady. "Uh, nothing, it doesn't matter. Honest." He responded feebly. Snape swept over. "Talking during lesson? 15 points from Gryffindor." Idiot Snape. Thought Harry bitterly. And before he knew it, class had finished and Malfoy was swaggering over, and saying in his usual, less than unpleasant, drawling voice, "Lost it, Potter?" He shot him a disdainful look. "Seems you have, Potty boy. And Weasel and Mudblood, tsk, tsk! What filth." He turned, and
left the classroom, his 'Bodyguards' sniggering behind him. Harry began
packing his things, and left with Hermione and Ron, the latter all the
while cursing under his breath about "slimy, back-stabbing Slytherins." Hermione tutted about his language, but left it at that. Even Hermione, the prefect, Ron's girlfriend, agreed that Snape was being "a bit unfair" Ron
grinned, and kissed her on each cheek. Hermione went red, but smiled at Ron. Harry smiled too, watching them. He had a sudden urge to march up to Ginny and kiss her right on the lips. He loved Ginny. /His/ Ginny. The urge got stronger. He wished he had a free period next. "Hermione? What's for
the next period?" Hermione whipped her timetable out of her bag. "Free period." She announced. Harry saw her and Ron try to look normal, but when they thought he wasn't looking, they stole a glance at each other and their eyes met. 'Another make out session!' thought Harry to himself. Well, he knew Ginny would be having a free period too. 'Funny,' He mused, 'I know
/my/ Ginny's timetable better than I know mine.' The urge kept getting stronger and stronger. The strange thing was, he wasn't worried about it or anything! "Okay, common room, here I come! Ron? Hermione? Would you guys
like to come?" He offered. Ron and Hermione looked a bit uncomfortable. "Uh, no, Harry, it's okay, I- uh, we, uh had- uhm, have, I mean, a bit of homework." Ron gave Harry a pitiful excuse for an answer, but Harry didn't mind, after all, he knew what they were going to do, and he was going to do
the same with Ginny.