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Chapter 2- Interruption

Harry took a huge swig of his pumpkin juice and tore a piece of toast off with his teeth. He took every opportunity to stare at Ginny, who was daintily shoving an entire pancake in her mouth.

'She must have gotten her eating habits from her brothers,' thought Harry. 'Ah, well, somehow she makes it look cute.'

Harry was finally facing the facts (after a few sessions with Hermione)- he was totally obsessed with Ginny Weasley. Harry was getting anxious. He didn't want Ron (or any of the Weasley brothers) to find out. He didn't fancy having his face punched in.

"Hi'ya Harry," Ron said, slapping Harry on the back. "Thanks for waking me up."

"No problem," Harry answered choking on his toast.

"Wath the mather?" Ron asked, his mouth full of porridge.

"What'd you mean?" Harry asked turning back to his toast rather quickly.

"You never wase fow nea aneemowe." Ron said spitting some porridge all over Hermione, who had just sat down across from them.

"I'm sorry… I was… really hungry," Harry said quickly.

Hermione gave Harry a look, and then wiping off her robes, said to Ron, " I wasn't going to try the porridge this morning thanks."

"I'm sorry Hermione" Ron said wiping his mouth with the hem of his sleeve.

"That is so gross Ron. Use a napkin," Hermione said while scooping eggs onto her plate.

"Don't look if it grosses you out."

"You're so immature."

"Did you say something Herm?" Ron said evilly.

Harry got up and left. He didn't want to listen to them argue, but was too caught up in his thoughts with Ginny to stop them.

Once Harry was outside, he headed for the lake. Walking around the lake, watching the squid try to catch the fish, gave Harry time to think.

' I wonder what Ginny thinks of me? Does she hate me? No, of course she doesn't hate me. She doesn't run out of the way when I walk down a corridor, and she certainly doesn't act like Malfoy… But she doesn't say hi either.'

The last thought had Harry feeling depressed, so he walked over to his favorite tree, sat down in the shade, and closed his eyes. He let the breeze tousle his hair. He let all his worries drop. He felt peaceful. So peaceful, that he must have dozed, because he didn't hear the footsteps coming near him.

"Harry?"

"Wha?" Harry jerked awake.

"It's just me," said a sweet voice.

"Ginny! Er… hi," Harry recovered. He jumped up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Harry asked starting to sweat.

"You just looked a little tense at breakfast. That's all," Ginny stated shrugging.

"Oh, that, well… er… Hermione and Ron… were having another argument, and I get kinda… er… frustrated when they do that."

"Right," Ginny answered not satisfied.

'Come on. Just do it! You'll never be able to do anything if you don't ask her this now!' said the voice in Harry's head.

"Wannagoforawalk?" Harry blurted.

"Huh?"

Harry turned scarlet, took a deep breath, and looked into Ginny's honey brown eyes.

"Will you go for a walk with me? Around the lake?"

"I'd love to," Ginny said staring back into Harry's bright green eyes.

Harry turned red again, but Ginny had already turned to the lake so she didn't see him.

"It's a nice day," Ginny commented.

"Yep," Harry mumbled kicking up a dirt patch half way around the lake.

"Harry, I want to tell you something," Ginny said suddenly stopping.

Harry stopped and looked up. And again, their eyes met. Harry felt the butterflies in his stomach start up.

"What?"

"Harry, I…" Ginny started.

"Wait up!" Ron yelled.

Ron ran up beside Harry, panting with his hands on his knees.

"Bloody hell! You guys sure do walk fast!" he panted. Ron suddenly straightened up and said accusingly, "What were you guys doing?"

"Just talking," said Ginny quickly. "Is that a crime now?"

"It just might be. What were you talking about?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"None of your business Ron Weasly. And unless you want to wake up with all of your socks missing, I'd drop the subject!" Ginny spat turning as red as her hair. "See you later Harry."

With that, Ginny stormed off toward the castle.

"What was the stuff about all your socks missing?" Harry asked eager to change the subject.

"Whenever we do something that annoys Ginny we wake up the next morning and find all our socks missing. Sometimes, if we really upset her, our socks just disappear off our feet. It's very annoying, but she's very good at it. They turn up in odd places full of bat bogeys! One time, after I teased Ginny about her cooking, my socks disappeared for a week. When I went degnoming, I found them in the gnomes huts!"

"Oh."

"Seriously though. What were you to talking about?" said Ron, the suspiciousness creeping back into his voice.

"It was nothing. No big deal." Ron gave an unbelieving look. "Really."

* * * *

But that was a lie. It was a big deal. And Harry spent all night thinking about it.

'Ginny was going to tell me something. Maybe she was going to tell me she couldn't see me again! But she usually only sees me at meals and in the corridor. Maybe she knows I like her and she was going to tell me she doesn't like me in that way!'

Harry was arguing with himself all night. He finally fell asleep at the crack of dawn.