Chapter 1 : Dreams of a Boy

Birds were singing and the sun was shining outside number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a Monday morning and Ginny Weasley was just beginning to stir. She rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes, blinking into the bright morning sun. 'Ah... Peace...' she thought.

"GINNY WEASLEY!" Ginny's serene thoughts were interrupted by her mothers loud droning. She sighed heavily and tore the covers off of herself.

"IF YOU DO NO GET YOURSELF OUT OF BED AND DOWNSTAIRS IN 2 MINUTES, YOU WILL MISS YOUR TRAIN!"

"I'll be down in a minute, mum!" Ginny called back down. 'Blast! And I was having the most wonderful dream too...' Ginny's words trailed off as the memories of her dream forced their way back into her mind. A certain green – eyed boy was the subject of this particular dream... A certain green – eyed boy called Harry Potter.

There was no doubt in Ginny's mind that she was in fact in love with Harry and had been ever since her first year at Hogwarts. And through out the entire summer (the summer after her fourth year) the only thought occupying her mind had been Harry. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. All summer long... But if Ginny wanted a chance to see Harry again this year, she would have to stop day dreaming and get downstairs!!

Ron and Ginny Weasley ran through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, scurrying to catch the Hogwarts Express that would be departing in approximately 4 minutes. They managed to climb aboard just on time, hastily dragging their heavy trunks behind them.

"Thank God we made it!" Ron said to Ginny.

"It was a close one. Sorry it took me so long to get ready this morning. I wanted to look my best for..." Ginny caught herself just in time before she revealed that the extra time was spent on account of her trying to impress Harry. But Ron wasn't even listening; he was already searching the train for their friends.

"Here they are, Gin!" he yelled once he had found them.

Ginny stopped and tool a deep breath. She looked down at herself and cross – examined her outfit. She had chosen her tight, form fitting white jeans and her favourite red halter top. 'Perfect.' she thought. She squeezed her eyes shut and walked into the compartment.

Sitting there was her closest friend, Hermione Granger; her brother was sitting right across from her of course (he still wouldn't admit the fact that he was obviously in love with her) and located directly next to Hermione was none other than dream – boy Harry himself.

"Ginny! You look wonderful! How was your summer?" Hermione chirped as she leapt out of her seat to hug Ginny.

"It was great." She replied. Ginny was too busy trying to look at Harry that she wasn't really bothered enough to give an actual answer to Hermione... Hermione seemed completely oblivious. She simply resumed her seat next to Harry. It was only then that Ginny noticed the amazingly approving look that Harry was giving her. She blushed deeply at the look in his eyes. 'Finally!' she thought. 'He really DOES like me! Oh, thank God!!' She was about to open her mouth and say something to him when she heard another voice start talking right behind her. Ginny turned slowly around and when she recognised the figure who had just spoken... her heart broke.