Disclaimer: The characters and places come from JKR. I am not making any money off of this story, as I wrote this just for fun.

And a HUGE thanks to my GREAT friend, Claire, because without her constant nagging, and chapter starters, this fanfic wouldn't be where it is today.

Also, this is a very fluffy story. J

True Feelings

Chapter 1- Daydreams

Harry looked up again when he heard the tinkling laughter. He looked up and saw red hair glistening in the firelight. He looked up and saw Ginny Weasley.

Even though he had a pile of homework to do, Harry was having trouble concentrating on anything but Ginny. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Like the previous night:

Hermione was explaining the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework to him, and he kept daydreaming about Ginny. He loved her hair, and how it glistened in the firelight. He loved her graceful movements; he loved her laugh, and her smile. He loved her!

Hermione grew frustrated with him and quit explaining all together. Harry however, didn't even notice.

Which was why he was stuck on the 2nd question of the DATDA homework, the night before it was due. He was hoping and dreading the time when Ginny would head up to sleep.

But at least when she did, he could get some work done.

"Honestly, Harry!"

" Huh? Did you say something Hermione?"

"YES! I DID! The same thing for the last 5 minutes! What's gotten in to you lately?"

"She's right mate," came Ron's voice from behind a Chudley Cannons book.

"You really need to stop drooling and finish your homework. I'll let you copy mine if you like."

"Really?!" asked Harry hopefully.

Hermione gave a disapproving look.

"If I let you, you have to tell me who you're thinking about. It's obvious you like someone," Ron said handing over his homework.

"We'll see," said Harry as he scribbled down Ron's answers.

"Mmmmmm. I'm going to go up to bed," came Ginny's voice from across the room.

" 'Night Ginny," came the reply of her girlfriends. "We'll be right up."

"G'night Ron. Hermione. Harry."

As Ginny walked by Harry, their eyes met, and Harry's palms became slick with sweat.

"Good night, Ginny," and he watched her walk up the stairs, wondering how she could make that simple climb look beautiful.

"Can I have my homework back now?" asked Ron.

"Oh. Yeah. Of course. Thanks. I owe you."

"No biggie. I'm going to bed. Coming Harry?"

Harry started to rise.

"Wait, Harry," Hermione said, "I need to tell you something before we turn in."

"All right. I'll meet you upstairs Ron."

" All right. G'night Herm," and Ron left.

"It's not Herm. It's Hermione. I don't know how many times I've told him that. He should know by now..." Hermione grumbled.

"Hermione, did you have a reason for keeping me up late?"

"Oh. Yes. Sorry Harry. What I wanted to say was, Ron isn't going to like it."

"Like it? Like what?"

"Don't act stupid Harry. I'm not blind. It's obvious you like Ginny. I'm just saying Ron isn't going to be too happy when he finds out."

"What are you talking about?" Harry mumbled turning scarlet, "Where'd you get that idea? Me like Ginny? Ha!"

"Harry, I know you like her. No matter how much you deny it. The question is, what are you going to do about it?" she stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm not sure," Harry answered honestly.