A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed my story. Feedback is really important to me, and I was really happy that everyone seemed to like my story so far. Also- to those of you who put me on your alert and favorites lists, thank you v. much. This is my first fanfiction, and I was honored that people actually thought me a good enough author to be worthy of their consistent reading. Also, a v. v. big thank you to my beta reader kmk! Love, puffs

Chapter Two: A Love Uncovered

Harry awoke on Saturday morning, the sun shining brightly through the crack in the curtains around his bed. For a few sleepy minutes Harry was expecting a carefree, normal breakfast in the Great Hall. Then realization dawned on Harry, and reality hit him like a brick. All the complicated events of the past afternoon came rushing back to him, and as he got dressed he felt a mounting feeling of worry that seemed to be lodged in his chest, refusing to go away. There were many questions running through his mind…Would Hermione and Ron find out about the kiss he and Ginny had shared by the lake? Would Cho find out about it? One thing he knew for sure…the day ahead was going to be complicated, and he was not just talking about the Quidditch match he had against Slytherin later that day.

As Harry walked into the Great Hall a cloud of people surrounded him, wishing him good luck. Angelina fluttered around him, giving him last minute tips for the game and hassling him to eat a big pre-game breakfast. Finally Harry made it to his seat, and sank down miserably in between Ron and Hermione. They appeared to be on bad terms, as they each were working hard to ignore the other.

"Harry, will you please tell Ron to pass the marmalade?" Hermione said to Harry in a sweet voice, obviously trying to keep her temper down.

"Okay," Harry replied sullenly, before turning to Ron and saying, "Mate, she wants to marmalade."

"Harry," Ron said cautiously, apparently struggling to control his fiery temper as well,

"Will you please ask THAT ARROGANT B…err, Hermione, if she wants strawberry or orange jam?"

At this point Hermione appeared to have lost the battle against her temper. She leaned over Harry and proceeded to yell at Ron, accusing him of being "big-headed", "stubborn", and, as Hermione eloquently put it, "SO full of it!"

Harry began to tune their angry voices out, looking down the Gryffindor table. As soon as he saw that deep red hair, his heart skipped a beat and his stomach flip-flopped. So many things were running through Harry's mind that he didn't know what feeling was what. However, there was one thing that he was sure of, that had occupied his dreams and his thoughts since the last afternoon.

Harry knew what he had to do about his situation, but that didn't make him feel any better about having to do it.

All of a sudden Harry realized that the Great Hall had gone quiet. He had been so submersed in his thoughts that he hadn't realized Dumbledore stand up at the head of the staff table, and all of the jumbled voices in the Great Hall die, in awe of their great headmaster.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore cleared the golden plates from all the tables, and began to speak.

"As all of you are no doubt aware," Dumbledore began in his soft, patient voice, looking over all of the Hogwarts students through his half moon spectacles. "today is the final Quidditch match of the season, played between the house teams of Gryffindor and Slytherin. I hope to see all of you there on the Quidditch Pitch at half past the 9. Good luck to both the house teams, and let it be a brilliant game!"

Maybe Harry's glasses needed to be cleaned, but he could have sworn that Dumbledore had looked over to the Gryffindor house table, just a fraction of an inch, and gave a hint of a smile. Maybe Dumbledore favored his own house when it came to Quidditch after all!

There was a great scraping of chairs as all the students headed towards the Quidditch Pitch to get good seats. Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, heading in the other direction, taking the shortcut to the Quidditch locker room.

Harry strode out a side door onto the Hogwarts grounds. He was wrapped up in thoughts of Ginny and Cho, and didn't hear the faint whisper at first.

"Harry!" the voice called cautiously, "Over here!"

Harry apprehensively headed over to the tree, where the whisper seemed to be coming from. As he rounded to the other side of the large oak, hand on his wand, he was relieved to see that the source of the voice was Ginny.

Ginny's large brown eyes looked so comforting in the morning sun, Harry forgot about his apprehension to be with Ginny. Whenever he was with her, it seemed, all of his bad thoughts and emotions melted away. Ginny just made everything all right again. Why did he never feel this way with Cho?

"Harry," Ginny started "I wanted to wish you good luck for the Quidditch match today, and give you this."

Ginny kissed Harry softly, and he wrapped his arms around her. Everything about her was intoxicating, and he never wanted to let her go. It appeared that Ginny had also succumbed to the perfection of the moment, and she melted in Harry's arms. Suddenly, they heard a shrill scream behind them.

Harry and Ginny broke apart as if they had been electrocuted and they both whipped around.

"HARRY???" The voice apparently belonged to Cho. "What…you…GINNY WEASELY??…date…AHH!…hate…you…"

Cho was stumbling backwards, blinded by her tears. She finally turned around and started to run away. Harry started to run after her, even though he did not know what he could possibly say to make this situation any better. Just as he was about to sprint and catch up to Cho, Ginny grabbed his arm.

"Let her go." Ginny said, "Trust me, if you talk to her now it will only make things worse."

"I guess…" Harry said despondently "I just didn't want Cho to find out about us like this."

"Oh, so we're an 'us' now?" Ginny teased, a playful smile spreading across her lips.

"Is that what you want?" Harry asked, brushing a lock of red hair behind her ear.

"Oh course it's what I want…" Ginny whispered, taken aback. "It's all I could ever want."

"So then I guess we're an us." Harry said softly, wanting to hold Ginny in his arms forever.

"Harry, you're going to be late for your Quidditch game!" Ginny said worriedly.

"Mmmm…so?" Harry said, looking in to her eyes.

"Harry!" Ginny laughed, and gave him a little shove, "You have to go!"

"Fine…." Harry said, and started walking backwards, giving her a grin. Finally he waved goodbye and took off in a run towards the Quidditch pitch.

A/N: I feel like this chapter isn't really completed for some reason, but that leaves more room for events in the next chapter. Please review and tell me what you liked/didn't like about this chapter.

What will Cho do to get revenge on Harry? Will Ginny and Harry stay together? And keep reading, romantic interests for Hermione and Ron are on the way!