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Harry couldn't believe what an amazing person Ginny was when he really got to know her. She was always willing and eager to talk to him, or help him with things, or just listen and help sort out problems. She was a very trustworthy person, he realized, and she knew exactly the right thing to say to calm him down. She was beautiful, and although that was what he thought had originally attracted him to her, he had begun to see an inner beauty, a sort of glow that she had that enhanced her features and made her even prettier. He knew for sure now that he was in love with her.

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Ginny had been so happy for the past few days that her friends were starting to wonder if she had taken a potion with unknown effects. The truth was that Harry made her feel like she was floating. She had always felt a strange sort of emptiness, a hole inside her, and Harry had filled it. He was so wonderful . . . she knew now that the crush she had had on him was just that, a crush, and she could only be feeling something stronger now. She felt it every time she caught a glimpse of him, a sort of fluttering in her stomach that wasn't nervousness. He had always seemed like an independent person, but now he relied on her to talk to and help him with his problems. She couldn't even describe how amazing that made her feel, like she was all he could see. She loved it. She loved him.

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One week, Ginny sighed happily, falling back on her bed and clutching a pillow to herself. It's been a whole week since we started going out. Almost exactly, she added, glancing at the clock. In . . . three minutes and fifty-two seconds.

Hermione laughed. Really, Ginny, you've been so happy the past few days. It's wonderful that you're not acting depressed anymore. I'm glad that you and Harry finally are together.

The same about you and Ron, Ginny giggled, and a slight blush swept across Hermione's face.

Well, me too, Hermione shrugged, a smile on her lips. Ron could possibly be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Auria burst into the dormitory excitedly. Guess what? Oh . . . sorry Hermione, do you want me to wait?

I don't mind, Hermione said, smiling at her. Unless if it's something that I'm not supposed to hear.

Auria said happily. Tomorrow's a Hogsmeade day, and . . . Dumbledore finally gave in, and he's letting us wear muggle clothing! Anything we want!

Ginny shrieked, bouncing up and down. Anything we want!

Auria squealed. I have to go tell other people! See you guys later! She skipped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Hermione commented, removing her hands from her ears. You two are very loud when you're excited. But . . . won't most wizards not own any muggle clothes?

Ginny shook her head. Lots of wizards our age have tons of muggle clothing, cause it's more comfortable and better looking than those stupid robes.

That makes sense, Hermione smiled.

Ginny said slowly. I just had an idea. I know that this isn't really necessary cause I'm already going out with him, but I am going to wear something that'll knock Harry's socks off! She jumped up and began throwing clothes out of her trunk. Help me out, Hermione!

Ginny, you knock his socks off without even trying, Hermione told her, smiling. Ginny froze, a skirt dangling from her hand, and looked up at her friend.

she asked in shock.



Ginny slowly sat down on the floor, still clutching the skirt. How can you tell? she asked finally.

Because of the way he looks at you, Hermione replied quietly. You can see how much he loves you every time you're near him. His eyes . . . you can read it in them.

Ginny exhaled. Wow. I can't believe it! she screamed suddenly, and began jumping around the room. I love him, I love him, I love him! Thank you, Mione! I love him, I love him!

Ginny! Calm down! Hermione commanded. Ginny reluctantly complied, and returned to sorting through her trunk.

she said eventually. Sorry. Want to help me?

Hermione smiled.

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Okay, tell me why we're going to Hogsmeade again? Ron complained to Harry. We've been there a million times! He punched the arm of the chair he was lounging in.

Harry sighed. Because Ginny and Mione want to go, he said patiently. Honestly, Ron, is going somewhere with the girl who you've been in love with since third year worse than sitting around playing chess?

Well, when you put it that way . . . Ron grinned. Okay, I was just kidding. I don't mind that . . . He trailed off. He said vaguely, staring at something, and Harry turned away from the fireplace to see what he was looking at. Harry was sure that his eyes bugged out, and he had to be careful not to let his jaw drop.

Ginny and Hermione were walking down the stairs into the common room. Harry vaguely noticed that Hermione looked nice, but his eyes were riveted to Ginny. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her like a glove, and flared out slightly at the bottom. She had on a gray turtleneck sweater, and her hair was loose and cascaded down her back. She winked at him, and he could feel his body temperature rising about a hundred degrees.

Hi, Ginny, he managed to say as she came over to him. You look really . . . uh, I mean . . . he stammered. She stood there with her hands on her hips, and a slight smile on her face.

I look really what? she teased, looking into his eyes meaningfully.

Harry leaned down, and whispered into her ear, You look gorgeous. Amazing and gorgeous and beautiful. Want me to keep going? I can, you know.

She giggled softly. That's okay, she whispered back. I get the hint. And you, Mr. Potter, are to die for handsome. She slipped her hand into his as he grinned at her.

Shall we? he said grandly, and interrupted Ron and Hermione's whispering. They all started down to Hogsmeade, laughing and talking the whole way.

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You have chocolate on your mouth, Harry told Ginny.

She flushed slightly, and swiped at her face with a napkin.



She rubbed her mouth again.

Harry shook his head. Ginny sighed in frustration. Where is it?

Harry reached out and dabbed at it with the tip of his finger. All gone, he smiled. They continued on through the village.

Ginny said after a moment. You have chocolate on your hand. She grinned at him impishly.

he asked with a sly smile, and put his finger in his mouth.

Ew, that's gross! she shrieked, drawing curious stares.

How is it any worse than kissing you? he replied quietly, so he wouldn't attract any more stares. Not that kissing you is anything bad, but it's the same sort of thing.

Ginny's reply was a huge grin. she said suddenly. Let's go into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! I promised Fred and George that I'd go see them. The twins had recently opened a shop in Hogsmeade in addition to the one in Diagon Alley. They had succeeded in becoming the most popular wizarding joke shop in England, and had made lots of money.

Harry followed Ginny into the crowded shop, and when she began to open a door that said Do Not Enter,' Harry grabbed at her arm. Ginny, we're not allowed in there.

If your brothers own the store, then you are, Ginny replied, and pushed open the door. Holding his breath, Harry followed her into a hallway. Many doors led off the long passageway, and he wondered what it was there for.

What is this, Ginny? he asked nervously.

This is where they live when they're in Hogsmeade, Ginny told him, walking down the hallway and going through a door that read, Enter at your Own Risk.'

Ginny! Finally you come to see us!

Took you long enough. How've you been?

Ginny said, going over to hug her brothers. Harry self-conciously stood in the doorway, twisting a loose thread from his sweater.

Fred exclaimed. Good to see you! Why are you hanging around with Ginny?

Harry said nervously. He looked at Ginny for help, wondering if she didn't want to tell them. She came over to him and slipped her hand into his.

Harry and I are going out now, she told them. Harry steeled himself for an explosion, but it didn't come.

Really, now? George asked, not sounding too concerned. Good for you!

Don't let Ron be too hard on you two, Fred joked. He tends to take after Percy. But don't tell him I said that, he said quickly. Harry and Ginny laughed along with George, and they spent about half an hour chatting pleasantly.

Well, don't let us be keeping you from anything fun, George said eventually. Nice to see you, Harry.

Come again soon, Ginny, Fred warned. It gets pretty lonely with only George for company.

George jumped on him, and Harry and Ginny quickly stepped out to avoid getting playfully hit.

Harry said. They haven't changed any. Ginny laughed.

Come on, let's go look around, she said, tugging at his hand. They went back into the shop, ignoring the cashier who was eyeing them suspiciously. Harry bought a few Ton-Tongue Toffees to try to sneak into Ron's plate, and Ginny purchased a bar of ordinary-looking chocolate.

Does that do anything weird? Harry asked when they were outside again. Ginny gave him an innocent look, then gave in and smiled evilly.

It changes your hair color while you're eating it, she giggled. Temporarily, of course.

You're not going to eat it, are you? Harry asked in horror. I couldn't stand the thought of you with a different color hair.

she said impishly. I'm giving it to . . . Malfoy.

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Oh, poor Malfoy! (not) I am making him very picked-on in this fic, but oh well. He can't have her! Oh, something I've been wondering . . . anyone feel free to answer . . . what the heck is a beta reader? And what do OOC and PWP mean? Thank you muchly. Review please, and I will love you forever!!!!