A month passed and Harry still didn't get any information on the book except it meant mother in some lost language. He was suppose to go to go to the Weasley's today. One thing that pleased him was he was going to see Ginny. After all the writing back and forth and he found it both surprising and comforting.
"Harry!" Ron Weasley yelled when he saw Harry sitting on the steps. Harry stood up and hugged his friend though it came out odd when they knew what they were doing.
A giggle made them blush even more when they looked over; Ginny had her hand in front of her month and had a faint blush crawling up her cheeks. "Oh, Potter! If you really liked my brother you could've told me then hurt me like this!"
"Shut it, Ginny!" Ron snapped causing her to go into a fit of laughter again.
I'm sorry, it's good to see you again Harry," She said smiling at him. What surprised him was that she hugged him.
"Er- good to see you too Ginny," and it really was good to see her, Harry thought warily, something about her is different. "it's nice to see you both, but aren't you a bit early?"
"Dad, said to come by and help you pack," Ron leaned in towards Harry, "Ginny just had to tag along."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "shut it, Ron and I suppose that's why you followed me to Hermione's? Because you wanted to help her pack?"
Harry smirked as he watched Ron turn red and mutter something under his breath, "alright, but, we have two hours to go. Plus I already packed- so want to go for a walk? I rather have you lot out here then in there."
"Is there a park nearby?" Ginny asked as they started to walk.
"Yeah over there," Harry said pointing over down the streets, "want to go?"
"Sure mate," Ron said, "I need to ask you some stuff anyway."
When they reached it Ron dragged Harry somewhere leaving Ginny at the bench with a notebook in her hand. "Alright," Ron said, "Harry you -er- wouldn't mind if I asked for some advice do you?"
"no," Harry said feeling suspicious.
"Good, Good," Ron said nodding he started to pace, "well," he started; clearing his throat, "I was wondering...how do you kiss, mate?"
"Wha- What?" Harry asked.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Harry," Ron said ears red.
"I couldn't tell you that much," Harry said still surprised.
"Er- never mind then," Ron said walking off; Harry blinked and he was nearly over where Ginny was. He followed still dumbfounded.
Ginny was writing in the notebook Harry saw she had earlier. "What are you writing now?" Ron asked; clearly annoyed...about something.
"A poem you, git," Ginny said.
"You write poems?" Harry asked; again surprised.
Ginny smiled at him and something seemed to hit his stomach, he couldn't breath right. "Yeah," she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's just something I started."
"Really?" Harry asked, "can you share one?"
"Harry, I honestly think you don't want to read or hear one. It's all mushy stuff." Ron said shaking his head and earning a glare from Ginny.
"Well, I think I want to hear at least one." Harry smiled at Ron before turning back to Ginny.
"You sure?" Ginny asked; Harry nodded so she cleared her throat and said:
"How can I get to know you?
You look at me and I look away
But is it the same if I looked your way?
If I can't stand looking you in the eye-
How can I get to know you?
You hold so many secrets in those eyes
If I can't even talk to you I
won't be able to look at you
I stare when you don't look
And I dream when you are
How can I know you?
When I can't even look into your eyes?"
"That's really good," Harry said taking in the words slowly, "so who's the guy?"
Ginny shrugged, "someone," and for some reason that someone nearly faltered his smile.
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