To prevent fatalities: These characters are not mine; therefore I do not own them. However, I do own Harry's clothing and have the right to take them away from him as needed.

A/N: Sorry for not writing for a couple of days. I was taking a break to gather new thoughts and ideas... Okay, I lied. I was being lazy and didn't want to write crap. Here's the highly anticipated chapter 5. Okay, not so much. Thanks to all my reviewers. Luna Lovegood2, thank you for the continuing reviews. I am really enjoying hearing from you, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story. A Harry and Ginny Dreamer, I'm so happy you like the story. That's what I like to hear. Keep reading, and I hope you like what's to come! (Lauren, get your story posted quickly!)

My Best Friend's Girlfriend:::::::::::::: Chapter 5

Harry could not believe it. He had dreamed about Ron's younger sister as more than just his best friend's sibling. He was not supposed to think of Ginny in any other way.

Harry glanced over at Ron's bed, where the curtains were still pulled, and he could hear Ron snoring. He was glad Ron was not awake. Harry felt his dream was nothing Ron should ever find out about.

After a couple more minutes, Harry pulled himself out of bed, grabbing his robes off his chest of drawers. He dressed quickly and rushed off to the common room.

Hermione was already up and seemed very awake. She was scribbling away on some parchment.

"Hermione," said Harry, questioningly. "I thought you had finished all your schoolwork last night. You told me that once you came back from the library."

"Oh, well, I... erm. I'm getting a start on next week's assignments, of course," she replied nervously.

"But, Hermione," began Harry, seeing the potions essay Hermione was writing. "That essay is due today."

"Oh, so it is. Well, I better finish it then. See you later, Harry."

Hermione picked up her things and headed up to the girl's dormitory so as not to be disturbed further. Harry was utterly bewildered. Why would Hermione lie to him like that? What was she trying to hide?

Harry lingered in the common room only a few more moments before heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Not ten minutes later, Ron came in and took a seat right next to Harry.

"Hey, mate," he said, stuffing a biscuit into his mouth. "Why didn't you wait for me?"

Harry's stomach lurched at this. He had forgotten about his dream until this moment.

"I-er...was up really early. And-er, Hermione; she was acting really strange, and so, I wanted to get out as soon as possible," Harry stumbled quickly.

"Oh, that's all right, Harry. I understand."

Harry was relieved that Ron had no further questions. The thought of Ginny was so unnerving in front of Ron. What if Ron somehow found out about his dream? He would surely hate Harry forever.

But then again, Ginny was really beautiful in that dream. The way the light hit her eyes, and how she stared at Harry through the darkness... What was he thinking? Harry had to stop this. There was no way he was allowed to think this about Ron's sister. It was wrong, very wrong

After breakfast, Ron went to the common room to look for Hermione, while Harry went to the library in search of her as well. No Hermione to be found anywhere.

Harry was about to leave the library, when a flash of red caught his eye. He looked around the closest bookcase, and saw Ginny Weasley sitting at a table staring back at him.

Harry's stomach turned into a straining knot. Ginny waved and motioned for Harry to come over. Harry approached her slowly, the knot in his stomach becoming tighter and tighter.

"Harry, is something wrong?" she asked, looking very concerned. "You look very pale."

"Me?" Harry stumbled over his words. "I-I'm fine, really."

Ginny smiled at Harry. Her smile was infectious and beautiful. Harry couldn't think to do anything, but grin back at her. She motioned for him to sit down. Harry did as he was told. Her presence was so warm.

"Are you sure you're all right, Harry?" asked Ginny. "You are acting very strange, and you're barley speaking."

"I'm fine, Ginny," said Harry, finally getting a grip on himself. "How are you, though? I mean, since, you know, you and Michael..."

"I know," replied Ginny. She seemed a little distracted. "I'm really beginning to get over it, though. Michael and I were really never meant to be. I'll just have to wait and see who will be the right choice."

Ginny looked up at Harry. Harry's stomach flipped over. Did Ginny mean something more by that? Could she want Harry as her next boyfriend?

This was ridiculous. This was Ron's sister Harry was thinking about. Of course she didn't mean anything by that. Sure she had liked Harry for a little while, but that was just a childish crush years ago. There was nothing in the way she said that and the way she looked at Harry; he was sure.

"I've got to go," Harry said suddenly, getting up from the table. "I-I'll see you later."

Harry picked up his school things and rushed out of the library as fast as possible. He was very uncomfortable with what he felt in front of Ginny, for he wasn't supposed to be thinking like that. He was not supposed to have any feelings besides friendly ones towards the youngest Weasley, but he was afraid he was starting to develop some...

A/N: Well, there we have it. Chapter 5. I had a blast writing it, even though it was nothing special. I hope you enjoyed it and I'll be sure to write again soon. I want to get this finished and get to the big finish. You know there's one coming........... BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Who knows? And what the hell is Hermione hiding? She's such a crazy woman. Okay, keep reviewing and staying in touch. I love to know what you think.