AN: J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter story as well as all the characters written in this story. The only thing I own is the plot. Come on, I'm not that talented! Please review. This is my first fan-fic. I would appreciate any comments or suggestions as to where and how I should develop this plot.

(Bold writing is Ginny's thoughts)

CHAPTER ONE: Acquaintances

The sun shone brightly, entering the window accompanied by the wind gently dancing through

her hair. Life filled the streets and lightness shown brightly. Everything and everyone was up and

about, except for a particular red- haired beauty, Ginny. Ginny was busy stepping carefully out

from her safe haven and cautiously entering the hallways of her own home. She gradually arrived

at her destination: Ron's room. Inside, slept her savior.

EW! Definitely not her brother!!! Harry. Not the Boy Who Lived. Not the Boy Whom

She Had a Crush On For a Lifetime. No, inside was Harry, the boy whom she has learned to

love. A silly little childhood crush? No. More like the love of her life. Who couldn't love him?

He was charismatic, a great friend, a handsome heartthrob, and the invader of her dreams.

Ginny exhaled slowly. She knew Ron was down stairs, so was everyone else; everyone

except Harry. He had been through enough and definitely deserved the peace so no one

bothered to wake him up. She felt bad taking him away from this, but she had to see him. (AN:

Ginny and Harry are NOT together) And this was the only time she would be able to because

usually he was dragged places by her annoying brother. For some reason Ron and Harry were

friends, which he was thankful for but at times he could be a prat. She became tense but

knocked on the door anyhow. Nothing. Knocking harder, there was still no response. She

stepped forward and vigilantly twisted the doorknob. There was a loud thud coming from the

staircase and she basically threw herself in; frightened someone would find her in the awkward

position then accuse her of spying on Harry. Which she wasn't. But she was not going to take

any chances. The sight in front of her was worth the trouble. There lay her knight in shining

armor. Sheets were sprawled on the floor and he lay on his back, exposing his bare chest. So

this is what Quiditch does to him? All those hours of practice on the field definitely

paid off. Ginny looked away as a blush crept up inside through her. Her eyes soon fell on his

face. It was obvious that he hadn't had a peaceful night in months. A smile twitched along her

lips, spreading through her face.

Ginny, you can't just stare! Are you kidding? He's asleep and I doubt

he'll wake up soon . . . you can at least enjoy the view. Oh My Gosh, what am I

thinking? Shut up!

"Gi . . . Gin . . . Ginny?" His eyes fluttered open. So much for him not waking up

soon. Harry flashed his I'm- drop- dead- gorgeous- yet- still- don't- know- it smile at Ginny

and it wasn't long until the blush crept up her cheeks again. She was stuck to the spot and her

legs refused to give.

"Hey Harry!" Don't sound too excited! Okay, just act cool. "Wow Potter, it's 11

a.m.! Looks like we'll have to start a competition between Ron and yourself: who can sleep the

longest? Now, how about an eating contest?

Harry chuckled at this. I'm not talking a pathetic attempt to laugh at hey jokes. No, a

genuine Harry Potter smile. It's been so long since light was brought in his life or a single

trace of a smile. I'm glad this changes when he comes to the burrow. Who deserves

happiness other than Harry?

Ginny glanced down to Harry's chest when her eyes caught sight of his arm. A

bruise was pressed along his shoulder and tears welled up in her eyes. Harry realized her trail of

her eyes and but was oblivious to the bruise. Turning it into a joke he teased, "Like the view?"

Surprised, Ginny decided to question him later and for now, play a long with it.

"Oooh it's totally sexy, years of quidditch seemed to have finally done something to you." Not

expecting this response, Harry unconsciously ruffled his messy jet-black hair, clearly in

discomfort.

His emerald green eyes dug deep into her and she was caught. "Um . . . well, you

know how it is." Regaining his self-confidence he started again. "I mean come on, I'm not

number one on the hottest wizards available list for nothing." "Available" being the key word.

"Who could resist me? You know you can't. But, there's always Malfoy. He might at least take

you."

Embarrassed, Ginny flushed beet- red, outwitting her hair colour. Harry laughed at her

expression. "God Ginny I love you. What would I do without you?" Yeah, what would you do

without me? Me. Scrawny little Ginny.

Changing the mood she asked, "Harry what's the bruise on your arm?" Harry wore a confused

expression. "Oh, that! It's nothing, just happened in a weird dream. I didn't think anyone would

hear. Please do not worry. This never happens, it's the first time. It's nothing really!" Seeing her

look of concern he immediately added, "I'm not hurt bad Gin, just promise me not to tell

anyone. I've went through all those Occlumency lessons and they really pay off. I guess I forgot

about them last night. It's not like Umbridge. Don't tell anyone. I can trust you can't I?"

How could I refuse the how- can- you- resist- me smile? AH, don't cave in! His face

pleaded with her thoughts. I give up! "Okay Potter you got me." Harry smiled. "This time," she

added, hoping he wasn't lying. The boy- who- lived was also famous for not letting others

suffer. "But, if this happens again, I'm so telling." Ginny glanced around the room, oblivious to

Harry's dreamy stare. "So, coming down?"

"Thanks Gin. And yeah, I'll be down."

"By the way, what about that offer? You know, the hottest guy thing."

Harry brought himself up from his bed and slowly walked towards Ginny. "You need to do

some things for me first. One: turn around." She knew she could trust Harry but he was

unmistakably up to something. "Two: close your eyes." Here goes. "And lastly: count to ten."

She eagerly obeyed, wanting to know what he was up to. Gradually he approached the petite

form. When hearing her say nine he scooped her up and dropped her on his bed. Swiftly

tickling the frantically moving form beneath him. "Yo . . . You . . . are . . . re . . . really . . .

something, Harry!" He paused and she took the opportunity to run to the door, gasping. "See . .

. you . . . Ha . . . Harry." Harry smiled back. Ginny shut the door and leaned up against it, taking

the time to regain her self before going downstairs. I must have looked a mess. If I didn't

then, I definitely do now. She took one last glance back at the door where a slight whistling

was heard. Who cares! She might not have accomplished what she came here to do, but oh

was it better!