This is one of my first pieces of fanfic that I wrote, so please be kind when you review! I am one of those people who support the Harry/Ginny cycle as well as the Ron/Hermione one! So, here goes:

I have always imagined what it would be like when Harry and Ginny were finally alone together. I know that it would never happen like this, but I was in need of a bit of fluff so I had to write this!

Harry Potter shut his heavy Potions book at the end of a long evening full of homework. It was late, and people were exiting the common room in groups to climb the steep staircase to their dormitories and rest their tired eyes. It had been a particularly bad day for Harry, who had N.E.W.T. level Potions, Transfiguration (which he was finding rather difficult), and of course Defence Against the Dark Arts with the evil Professor who had been hired as a last resort this year when the original employee had been killed a day before she was due to arrive. The new Professor made Harry's skin crawl and his scar prickle, and most of the teachers were not keen on him as well. Dumbledore, Harry could see, was trying his best to get rid of the teacher, but his plans were not working.

By the time Harry had packed up, the common room was empty, as far as he could see. He sighed, slung his bag over his back and started to make his way towards the small wooden door on the other side of the common room which led to the dormitories.

Harry had just put his hand on the door handle when he heard a scratching noise, like a pen forming words on parchment. He turned quickly, and saw the small figure of Ginny Weasley curled up in a chair by the fire, her head bent over something she was writing.

Harry crossed the room and sat in the red velvet armchair opposite her. He did not speak, but just watched her intently until she looked up and gasped, startled.

"Harry, I didn't realise you were there!" Ginny looked panicked, and, looking down, she slammed the book on her lap shut and shoved hurriedly it into her schoolbag.

"I didn't mean to startle you," Harry replied anxiously. "What was it you were writing?"

"Oh-I-" Ginny faltered. "Well, I was- writing...well- don't laugh- um, I was...writing my diary."

"That's quite alright-"started Harry, looking down at Ginny. His voice faded as he looked into her eyes. Beautiful, big eyes, as mischievous as a cat's and as gentle as a puppy's.

"Well-er...what were you doing?" asked Ginny quietly.

"Nothing, I was just- well..." Harry's nerves gave way and he stood up abruptly. "I have to get to bed, I'll se you around." He picked up his bag and made his way to the door.

Ginny stood up as well. "Stop!" she called, her voice full of hurt. Harry turned back to her to see her eyes full of tears, magnifying them. Her hair caught the light from the fire and glowed, long auburn ringlets just touching her shoulders.

"What?" he asked, a little impatiently.

Ginny turned back to the fire. "Do you not want to talk to me?"

"Oh, Ginny, it's not like that-"Harry's voice broke slightly. He was finding this all very upsetting. He had liked Ginny for months now, but had thought she didn't like him.

"I really like you, Harry," she said, softly. He could hear her voice wavering, and when she turned back to him, there were tears running down her cheeks. "But I know you don't like me..."

Harry looked up, startled. The sight of Ginny put tears into his own eyes. "I do, though! You said you'd given up on me..."

"Given up and not liking any more are different things..." Ginny explained, and turned back to the fire. "And you don't, I can see it, or-" Ginny's voice broke off. Harry had darted around to face her and kissed her softly on her lips.

"Harry, I-"she said, blushing.

"That's the second time I've kissed a crying girl," Harry replied, embarrassed. "I must be really bad at it..."

"No, you're not!" Ginny said with enthusiasm, drying her tears on her robe. She put her arms around Harry's neck and whispered in his ear, "It was beautiful."

The couple kissed again, before the fire crackled suddenly, making them both jump.

"Harry, I must go-"Ginny picked up her schoolbag and belongings, and headed for the door, avoiding his eyes.

"Meet me early tomorrow morning, at about five, down here by the fire." Harry said, a touch of urgency in his voice. "Please..."

Ginny turned back to him and smiled. "Certainly, sir," she said, laughing slightly, and blew him a kiss before disappearing through the door and up to her dormitory, leaving behind a rather confused but very happy Harry behind in the common room.

"Wow!" he said to himself, grinning. "Maybe it hasn't been such a bad day after all!"