A/N Here it is! The first of several 'first date' chapters. It has
everything a good chapter needs. love and embarrassment. so please, enjoy!
And don't forget to review.
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Harry Potter stood in front of his mirror, admiring the way he looked. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, although, for once, the bagginess was appropriate looking. Usually, when he was wearing Dudly's clothes, he looked like he was swimming in them. Now, the baggy pants looked almost intentional. He had on a black T-shirt that also used to be Dudly's. three years ago. And they finally were fitting Harry, sort of. This also was baggy, but Harry didn't mind. He looked fine in his clothes. He didn't look like Fat Bastard.
Harry's hair had it's usually amount of messiness, but it gave him character, he decided. Although it did bother him occasionally, he had begun to realize that it gave him a certain demeanor.
Harry Potter laughed to himself, "I look seeeexy!"
He then mentally slapped himself for saying that.
It was 9:30 at night, and Harry Potter was going on a date.
How?
Easy. The Durselys' new 'early to bed early to rise' plan had them asleep at 9 everyday. Until Dudley was unpunished for torturing his cousin, he had to abide by the rules. So, Harry could easily sneak out, and sneak back in.
But how would his date get there? Easy. Ginny Weasley, would use Floo Powder to Mrs. Figg's fireplace.
But what about Mrs. Figg? She goes out every Friday from 9-10:30 to baby- sit her nieces and nephews who were four, six, seven, and ten. Then, the couple were planning on meeting in the park.
Harry quietly left his house, grabbing his cousin's old jean jacked on the way. Harry and Ginny had planned to wear Muggle clothes, so in case they were spotted, it wouldn't look suspicious.
It was chilly, despite that it was summer weather, but Harry was shaking out of nerves. He would be seeing Ginny Weasley as his girlfriend for the first time. The same Ginny Weasely who might be Ginny Potter someday. But not if this date didn't go well.
What if she realizes she could get a much better looking man?! Harry thought to himself.
Harry arrived at the park before Ginny did, and he sat down on the swing set. The air was filled with summer noises, crickets chirping, and somewhere down the road, he could hear music playing. Soft, quiet music that melted into the night.
I hope my breath doesn't smell, Harry thought to himself. He had brushed his teeth four times before leaving, but, just to be sure, he popped in a mint.
"Harry?" He hear someone calling. He looked around, and found Ginny standing under a lamppost. He began to walk up to her, very nervous.
"Hey, Gin," Harry said, still walking.
"Oh, there you are," Ginny said, smiling. She gave him a hug, the first hug they had ever shared with each other.
Ginny was dressed in a pair of flare jeans, a red v-neck shirt, and a black sweater. She had black clogs on and her hair was pulled up into a bun, with a few strands framing her face.
"How're you?" Harry asked.
"Good, how are you? I've been so worried about your aunt and uncle leaving you locked up all summer," Ginny said, causing Harry to blush.
"OK, I guess," Harry replied. He was struck with a sudden pang of guilt, Voldemort could kill him any day, and he wondered if Ginny worried about that. In some, sick and twisted way, he hoped she did worry. That meant she cared. "Hey, let's go for a walk. There' s a pond back there."
They started walking, talking about this and that, and then finally Ginny said, "If I asked you something, will you promise not to be mad?"
"Well. what is it?" Harry said nervously.
"Do you still like Cho?" Ginny asked, avoiding eye contact with Harry. "At all?"
"Naw," Harry said honestly. "What I felt for her went no further then physical attraction." Harry gulped, debating whether to continue, he took a deep breath, "But, um, now I like someone who I like cause of her personality, although she's one of the prettiest women I've ever seen in my life."
Ginny blushed that famous Weasely blush.
They walked in silence, and somewhere during that time, Ginny felt Harry wrap his fingers around hers.
It took about a half hour for them to walk around the little pond and back to the swings, where they sat to talk some more.
"You need to get a screen name," Harry said suddenly.
"Yeah, I know, I just type very slow," Ginny replied.
"Yeah, me too. I think only Hermione and Ron type fast, they're always on talking to each other, getting in trouble, playing match makers," Harry said, hiding the resentment in his voice that his two best friends now had an incredible friendship, because of a computer.
Ginny chuckled softly.
"My turn to ask you a question, Gin," Harry said.
"Sure."
"Do you still like me the same way you did four years ago?"
Ginny was quiet for second, "No. That was a stupid little crush, I didn't even know you. But now, I really do like you, a lot. In a deeper way, not the light fluffy way I did when I was younger."
Their eyes met, and Ginny felt Harry press his lips softy onto hers. She stiffened momentarily, and then felt the most happiness she had felt in while. Four years she had wondered what it would be like to kiss Harry. The kiss deepened, and then after running out of air, they broke apart, only to have the small gap between them broken again.
This new found pleasure of kissing each other lasted for only ten minutes, because then they heard, "Release the girl, and put your hands in the air!"
Harry practically threw Ginny off of him and Ginny fell off her swing. Harry, on the other hand, stood up and began to back away. All he could see were two flashlights, and he knew that behind that there were two officers, that were going to arrest him.
He wanted to throw up.
"He said hands in the air!" The second police officer who was obviously a woman shouted.
"Sorry, Ma'am!" Harry gasped.
"You too, Missy!
"Yes Mom! No! Ma'am! I'm sorry," Ginny squeaked throwing her hands in the air.
"All right, listen up! You have the right to remain silent. This is not a lovin' station!" The male officer said.
"We're sorry, sir!" Harry gasped.
"You should be!" The woman gasped. "Hasn't anyone ever told you about protection, Harry?"
"Yes! We weren't. we. wait! How did you know my name?!" Harry gasped.
The woman gasped.
The male officer sighed, "And you said I was going to mess things up."
"RON?!" Harry and Ginny gasped at the same time.
Hermione and Ron lowered their flashlights.
Harry laughed lightly, but Ginny's face was screwed up in anger. She ran forward, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
She tackled him and he fell down on the ground, his baby sister pinning him to the grass.
"Get OFF!" Ron yelled pushing her off of himself and standing up.
"You just have to go ruining everything don't you?!" Ginny growled at Ron, then turned to Hermione. "And you. you're suppose to be my friend! I bet it was all your idea in the first place, my brother could never come up with such as smart plan!"
Ginny started to stomp off.
"Ginny!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron called after her.
They saw her shoulder shaking, they stood in silence. Ginny was making strange noises.
She turned around, and Ron shown the flashlight on her. She was laughing.
"Heh! I'm not the only one who can act!" She said, beaming and walking back to the trio.
"Hey, Hermione, what happened to your hair? It's all even length, like hair is suppose to be?" Harry asked, grinning.
Hermione blushed angrily, "I had to cut it! Ron made me! He said that if I left it the way it was, you two would know it was me and it would blow our cover."
"Good thinking Ron, you wouldn't want to be banging someone who looked like someone who had escaped from a mental institution," Harry said, laughing at his own sick joke.
"What did you say!?" Ron asked angrily.
Ginny, who sensed the fight said, "Now, c'mon Harry, we only have twenty more minutes!"
Ginny lead Harry over to a park bench, and they, um, started where they had left off.
"Wanna go see the stream down there?" Ron asked Hermione, then, added with a grin, "While those to are busy?"
"Yeah, sure," Hermione said.
For about fifteen minutes, Ron and Hermione acted like 'just friends' they joked about how great their little plan was. They laughed like 'just friends.' They even talked like 'just friends.' But after what happened next, they could never EVER think of each other as 'just friends' again.
The conversation had died down now, and they sat in silence for a moment. The rest seemed to happen in slow motion, like a fairy tale. She felt a pair of eyes on her, and she looked over to see Ron staring at her. They smiled at each other, their eyes locked, and then, like they had been doing this all along, they leaned into one another.
Hermione could have died happily at that moment. And Ron couldn't even think about dying, he just felt. right. All he knew was kissing Hermione was the best thing that ever happened to him, or maybe just getting to meet her was the best thing that happened to him.
Although the kiss ended to soon, it lasted about only thirty seconds. It wasn't passionate- no tongue- it was just a kiss.
Ron and Hermione separated and smiled.
"Ron, I-,"
Then Ron did the stupidest thing in the world, "We have to go, Figg's gunna be home soon and we have to get back through the fireplace."
Ron got up, turning his back to Hermione, and walking away, hands in his pockets, slightly slouching.
Hermione expected herself to cry, but all she did was roll her eyes, sigh, and say, "The saga continues!"
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A/N: you know what to do.
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Harry Potter stood in front of his mirror, admiring the way he looked. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, although, for once, the bagginess was appropriate looking. Usually, when he was wearing Dudly's clothes, he looked like he was swimming in them. Now, the baggy pants looked almost intentional. He had on a black T-shirt that also used to be Dudly's. three years ago. And they finally were fitting Harry, sort of. This also was baggy, but Harry didn't mind. He looked fine in his clothes. He didn't look like Fat Bastard.
Harry's hair had it's usually amount of messiness, but it gave him character, he decided. Although it did bother him occasionally, he had begun to realize that it gave him a certain demeanor.
Harry Potter laughed to himself, "I look seeeexy!"
He then mentally slapped himself for saying that.
It was 9:30 at night, and Harry Potter was going on a date.
How?
Easy. The Durselys' new 'early to bed early to rise' plan had them asleep at 9 everyday. Until Dudley was unpunished for torturing his cousin, he had to abide by the rules. So, Harry could easily sneak out, and sneak back in.
But how would his date get there? Easy. Ginny Weasley, would use Floo Powder to Mrs. Figg's fireplace.
But what about Mrs. Figg? She goes out every Friday from 9-10:30 to baby- sit her nieces and nephews who were four, six, seven, and ten. Then, the couple were planning on meeting in the park.
Harry quietly left his house, grabbing his cousin's old jean jacked on the way. Harry and Ginny had planned to wear Muggle clothes, so in case they were spotted, it wouldn't look suspicious.
It was chilly, despite that it was summer weather, but Harry was shaking out of nerves. He would be seeing Ginny Weasley as his girlfriend for the first time. The same Ginny Weasely who might be Ginny Potter someday. But not if this date didn't go well.
What if she realizes she could get a much better looking man?! Harry thought to himself.
Harry arrived at the park before Ginny did, and he sat down on the swing set. The air was filled with summer noises, crickets chirping, and somewhere down the road, he could hear music playing. Soft, quiet music that melted into the night.
I hope my breath doesn't smell, Harry thought to himself. He had brushed his teeth four times before leaving, but, just to be sure, he popped in a mint.
"Harry?" He hear someone calling. He looked around, and found Ginny standing under a lamppost. He began to walk up to her, very nervous.
"Hey, Gin," Harry said, still walking.
"Oh, there you are," Ginny said, smiling. She gave him a hug, the first hug they had ever shared with each other.
Ginny was dressed in a pair of flare jeans, a red v-neck shirt, and a black sweater. She had black clogs on and her hair was pulled up into a bun, with a few strands framing her face.
"How're you?" Harry asked.
"Good, how are you? I've been so worried about your aunt and uncle leaving you locked up all summer," Ginny said, causing Harry to blush.
"OK, I guess," Harry replied. He was struck with a sudden pang of guilt, Voldemort could kill him any day, and he wondered if Ginny worried about that. In some, sick and twisted way, he hoped she did worry. That meant she cared. "Hey, let's go for a walk. There' s a pond back there."
They started walking, talking about this and that, and then finally Ginny said, "If I asked you something, will you promise not to be mad?"
"Well. what is it?" Harry said nervously.
"Do you still like Cho?" Ginny asked, avoiding eye contact with Harry. "At all?"
"Naw," Harry said honestly. "What I felt for her went no further then physical attraction." Harry gulped, debating whether to continue, he took a deep breath, "But, um, now I like someone who I like cause of her personality, although she's one of the prettiest women I've ever seen in my life."
Ginny blushed that famous Weasely blush.
They walked in silence, and somewhere during that time, Ginny felt Harry wrap his fingers around hers.
It took about a half hour for them to walk around the little pond and back to the swings, where they sat to talk some more.
"You need to get a screen name," Harry said suddenly.
"Yeah, I know, I just type very slow," Ginny replied.
"Yeah, me too. I think only Hermione and Ron type fast, they're always on talking to each other, getting in trouble, playing match makers," Harry said, hiding the resentment in his voice that his two best friends now had an incredible friendship, because of a computer.
Ginny chuckled softly.
"My turn to ask you a question, Gin," Harry said.
"Sure."
"Do you still like me the same way you did four years ago?"
Ginny was quiet for second, "No. That was a stupid little crush, I didn't even know you. But now, I really do like you, a lot. In a deeper way, not the light fluffy way I did when I was younger."
Their eyes met, and Ginny felt Harry press his lips softy onto hers. She stiffened momentarily, and then felt the most happiness she had felt in while. Four years she had wondered what it would be like to kiss Harry. The kiss deepened, and then after running out of air, they broke apart, only to have the small gap between them broken again.
This new found pleasure of kissing each other lasted for only ten minutes, because then they heard, "Release the girl, and put your hands in the air!"
Harry practically threw Ginny off of him and Ginny fell off her swing. Harry, on the other hand, stood up and began to back away. All he could see were two flashlights, and he knew that behind that there were two officers, that were going to arrest him.
He wanted to throw up.
"He said hands in the air!" The second police officer who was obviously a woman shouted.
"Sorry, Ma'am!" Harry gasped.
"You too, Missy!
"Yes Mom! No! Ma'am! I'm sorry," Ginny squeaked throwing her hands in the air.
"All right, listen up! You have the right to remain silent. This is not a lovin' station!" The male officer said.
"We're sorry, sir!" Harry gasped.
"You should be!" The woman gasped. "Hasn't anyone ever told you about protection, Harry?"
"Yes! We weren't. we. wait! How did you know my name?!" Harry gasped.
The woman gasped.
The male officer sighed, "And you said I was going to mess things up."
"RON?!" Harry and Ginny gasped at the same time.
Hermione and Ron lowered their flashlights.
Harry laughed lightly, but Ginny's face was screwed up in anger. She ran forward, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
She tackled him and he fell down on the ground, his baby sister pinning him to the grass.
"Get OFF!" Ron yelled pushing her off of himself and standing up.
"You just have to go ruining everything don't you?!" Ginny growled at Ron, then turned to Hermione. "And you. you're suppose to be my friend! I bet it was all your idea in the first place, my brother could never come up with such as smart plan!"
Ginny started to stomp off.
"Ginny!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron called after her.
They saw her shoulder shaking, they stood in silence. Ginny was making strange noises.
She turned around, and Ron shown the flashlight on her. She was laughing.
"Heh! I'm not the only one who can act!" She said, beaming and walking back to the trio.
"Hey, Hermione, what happened to your hair? It's all even length, like hair is suppose to be?" Harry asked, grinning.
Hermione blushed angrily, "I had to cut it! Ron made me! He said that if I left it the way it was, you two would know it was me and it would blow our cover."
"Good thinking Ron, you wouldn't want to be banging someone who looked like someone who had escaped from a mental institution," Harry said, laughing at his own sick joke.
"What did you say!?" Ron asked angrily.
Ginny, who sensed the fight said, "Now, c'mon Harry, we only have twenty more minutes!"
Ginny lead Harry over to a park bench, and they, um, started where they had left off.
"Wanna go see the stream down there?" Ron asked Hermione, then, added with a grin, "While those to are busy?"
"Yeah, sure," Hermione said.
For about fifteen minutes, Ron and Hermione acted like 'just friends' they joked about how great their little plan was. They laughed like 'just friends.' They even talked like 'just friends.' But after what happened next, they could never EVER think of each other as 'just friends' again.
The conversation had died down now, and they sat in silence for a moment. The rest seemed to happen in slow motion, like a fairy tale. She felt a pair of eyes on her, and she looked over to see Ron staring at her. They smiled at each other, their eyes locked, and then, like they had been doing this all along, they leaned into one another.
Hermione could have died happily at that moment. And Ron couldn't even think about dying, he just felt. right. All he knew was kissing Hermione was the best thing that ever happened to him, or maybe just getting to meet her was the best thing that happened to him.
Although the kiss ended to soon, it lasted about only thirty seconds. It wasn't passionate- no tongue- it was just a kiss.
Ron and Hermione separated and smiled.
"Ron, I-,"
Then Ron did the stupidest thing in the world, "We have to go, Figg's gunna be home soon and we have to get back through the fireplace."
Ron got up, turning his back to Hermione, and walking away, hands in his pockets, slightly slouching.
Hermione expected herself to cry, but all she did was roll her eyes, sigh, and say, "The saga continues!"
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A/N: you know what to do.