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!
