Thanks to all my reviewers! Well, here's another chapter; I'm not too happy with it, but it IS longer. It's kind of hard to write the romance... Haha. Thanks so much for supporting me on my first fic guys, you're awesome.

Alexandrea, thanks for your suggestion. It's in this chapter (yay!).

And I'm sorry if you think that Ron and Hermione are OOC, but it's going to be hard to fix them since I've already written so much about them. A drastic change in personality may be hard to do, but I'll try to fix them a little!

And for those of you who think that Ginny should ask Harry about You-Know-Who, I'm not sure if I'll have that, but if I do it'll be later and it'll be presented as a turning point, where Harry finally completely trusts Ginny. Okay? Okay. NOW READ, ENJOY, AND REVIEW. Thanks for all the suggestions guys. =)

Harry and Ginny stopped at an ice cream parlor to escape from the mid- afternoon heat. Seating themselves comfortably in a booth, they sighed in relief at the temperature drop.

Harry nodded towards Ginny's ice cream cone. "It suits you."

She tilted her head, staring at him quizzically. "The ice cream?"

He shook his head. "Nah, ice cream suits everyone." He demonstrated by licking away at his chocolate scoop. "The strawberry," he said simply. "It suits you."

"Oh," she giggled, licking away at her cone. "Yeah, the red huh?" They sat in silence for a while, both thinking.

"Hey," Harry chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Your parents are some crazy people huh? You whole family actually."

She stopped eating. "What do you mean?"

He smirked at her. "They said that you were mad about me, if I remember correctly."

Ginny blushed, and then tried to hide her embarrassment with a scowl. "Don't flatter yourself, Harry," she sniffed. "That was years ago. Mum just never stopped teasing me about it."

"Ahah!" He jumped up triumphantly.

That boy has an annoying habit of doing that.

"So you did fancy me at one point!"

She groaned. Really, she probably couldn't get any redder. "Yes," she sighed. "Yes I did."

"When?"

Would he never stop asking? She looked down at the table, staring at her napkin as she told the lie. "First and second years, that was it."

"Oh." He sat back down and resumed eating his ice cream, unperturbed. Ginny however, was rather distracted as she licked at her ice cream absent- mindedly, her thoughts wandering to a certain black-haired, green-eyed boy sitting across from her.

"Hey Ginny?"

She looked up, flustered. "Huh?"

Harry smiled gently at her, his green eyes fixated on her cheek.

What?

"You've got a bit of ice cream on your face, Gin." He grabbed his napkin and reached across the table, softly wiping at her cheek. "There, you see?" He held up the napkin, now with a pink blotch on it for her to see.

"Thanks," she murmured, hoping that he didn't notice how red she had become. Gods but that boy was sweet.

After finishing their ice cream, they walked outside and were immediately hit by the heat. Sighing, Ginny pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, feeling the back of her neck become moist with perspiration.

"It's hot," Harry observed.

"You're a smart one," she muttered back sarcastically, the heat already getting on her nerves. She pulled irritably at the sleeve of her robe. Darn, why'd I have to go and wear the long sleeved one today?

"Let's try to stay indoors," Harry remarked in amusement, watching her at odds with her outfit. "Before you tear up that robe in revenge anyway."

She could only nod. The cool air in the ice cream parlor already seemed like years ago.

"Hey let's go in there!" Harry pointed at a nearby robe shop. He grinned at Ginny, who was still fidgeting with her robe. "You could buy something and change into it," he suggested.

She hesitated, biting her lip as she glanced down at her coin pouch. It was getting a bit light, and although she absolutely loved the robes in that shop, she wouldn't be able to afford one. She opened her mouth to protest, but Harry was already moving ahead.

"Come on!" he called.

Reluctantly, she ran to catch up to him.

"Hmm," Harry mumbled as he perused the many racks of robes. "These are... interesting." He chuckled, holding up a scandalous hot pink robe with a high slit and plunging neckline.

Ginny turned around to look and giggled. "Looks like something Millicent or Pansy would wear," she remarked.

Harry paled and quickly dropped the robe, while muttering weakly, "Think I'm going to be sick."

"I'm going to go try one on, okay?" Harry nodded absently, wandering over to a bench outside the dressing room.

A few minutes later, Ginny's head popped out from behind the curtains.

"Don't be shy now," Harry persuaded. "Come out."

Biting her lip, Ginny stepped out slowly from behind the curtain. "I rather like it, I think," she whispered. She wore a simple, light green sleeveless robe that ended right at her knees. The light material floated around her as she turned, giving her an ethereal quality.

"What do you think Harry?"

Silence.

"Harry?"

"I, err..." he blushed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "It looks lovely, Gin."

She smiled. "Thanks!" she chirped, disappearing back into the dressing room. A few minutes later she emerged, once again clad in her own robe, and hung the green robe back up again.

"Wait... you're not going to get it?" She shook her head. "No, I..." she paused. "Well it didn't really suit me, I suppose."

He snorted in disbelief. "You said so yourself that you rather liked it."

"Hmm..." she mumbled in reply. "Well let's go then!" She pulled him outside before he could protest.

Once outside, she glanced at her watch. "It's almost four, Harry."

Harry nodded knowingly. "Your mum wants us back for dinner?"

"By six."

Ginny meandered over to a newsstand and began looking through magazines. The bright headlines, "Charm Your Hair!", "Learn How to Mix a Love Potion!", or "How to Make Eyes Pop- Literally!" made Harry feel a bit queasy.

"Hey, I'll be," he shrugged. "Over there." He motioned back to the Quidditch store.

Half an hour later, he came back to find Ginny standing by the newsstand and waiting for him, having already purchased a magazine.

"What do you have there?" she asked, motioning towards the package in his hands.

"Err..." he blushed slightly, then shoved the package at her. "Um... open it."

Surprised, Ginny sat down on a nearby bench and untied the twine holding the package together. "Oh..." she breathed softly, then looked up at Harry. "You really shouldn't have!" She held up her new robe, the exact one that she had tried on in the shop.

Harry stared at the ground, extremely nervous. "Oh... I... err..." he stuttered, finally managing to say, "I'm glad you like it."

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. Silently, he held his hand out to her, and she took it, blushing as he pulled her up.

"So shall we go back?" he asked, shifting nervously.

She simply nodded, and they walked down the street together, hands still clasped together.