What is Love?

AN: Thanks for the reviews! And I especially thank my beta readers, because they help so much! R/R! Enjoy! Here's my newest story…it involves Ginny and her love problems…I kind of got tired of the HG/DM love thing, because everyone does it AND, I hate leaving Ron left out…so I did this….I hope you enjoy! R/R! By the way, I apologize to Paige and TiNk, because I brought them through hell with this story. Best friends you guys! Love ya!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters…just the plot! Don't keep making me repeat myself; you'll just make me grovel in the embarrassment.

Summary: After Charlie's wedding, Ginny Weasley, 15 years old, is going crazy, desperate for answers. What is love? She had never been kissed, and only had a couple of boyfriends. So how will she know when she finds the one?

Chapter 4:

"How do you and Draco just become friends out of nowhere?" Hermione asked Ginny in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was late, so everyone else was in bed, and the two girls were left alone to gossip and such.

"I'm not sure," Ginny smiled shyly. "It just happened…and I'm glad it did."

Hermione's gaze was a mixture of admiration and disbelief as she reached for another chocolate frog. She would usually object to eating so much candy, but on her girls' night out, she liked to relax, and ignore some of her rules. "In any case, I'm glad you're happy."

"This isn't exactly happiness," said Ginny thoughtfully, "it should be defined as delight at the contemplation of discovering a new acquaintance," she added in her most educated tone.

They both burst into giggle fits until they heard a floorboard creak behind them. The two turned, startled, only to find that it was Hermione's cat. "Oh, Crookshanks," Hermione started, "you frightened us."

"Yeah, Hermione, maybe we should just get to bed."

"Oh, alright," she responded reluctantly. "But you've got to tell me more about Harry!"

Ginny grinned, and sat back down, for she had already begun to head up the staircase. "I think he's grown so bloody gorgeous!"

Hermione laughed and said, "Ginny, language…" in a scolding, motherly tone that just made them both giggle even harder. When they finally calmed down, she said in her normal, everyday, I-know-everything-tone, "Yeah, but it's too bad you're over him."

"You're right," Ginny said at first sarcastically, and then in realization added, "It's just too damn bad that as soon as I get over him, he starts to notice me."

"Oy Ginny! Over here," Harry called to Ginny as she walked into the Great Hall. "So, how's your schedule?"

"I have Snape, McGonagall, Hagrid, and—."

"Who is going to be Seeker this year?" Ron interrupted, with a mouthful of eggs.

"I am," Harry and Ginny said at the same time. They both spoke as if it was the most obvious in the world.

"My, this is a problem, isn't it?" Said an evil voice from behind them.

"Snape!" Harry said with more hate than he had ever mustered before.

"I believe its Professor Snape to you, Mr. Potter."

They both shared so much hate between each other that it seemed a quarrel would break out at any moment.

"Professor Snape, if you have a minute." Professor Dumbledore called from the staff table.

The teacher threw Harry one last searing look before swishing his cape, and walking away. Harry watched as he reached the table, and then noticed Hagrid waving at him. He smiled and waved back.

"What was that all about?" Ginny asked curiously as she followed Harry's glance.

"The two hate each other," Ron said as he piled bacon onto his plate. "Everyone knows that."

"Yes, but who's going to be the Seeker?" Harry asked, turning back to his food.

"Not just that, Angelina's quit. Who's going to be our captain?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Angelina quit what for? We need to hold an emergency quidditch meeting. Find everyone on the team, and tell them to meet out on the field at dusk." Harry said vigorously, and finished his breakfast.

"Ok," Ginny said and began to walk out of the Hall. Just then, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, were getting up as well. Draco smirked at the redhead.

"Err, hello." Ginny said uncomfortably.

"Hey," Draco responded coolly, only to make Ginny more uncomfortable.

"Where are you heading?"

"Divination. You?"

"Potions."

"Oh. Are you any good?" Draco raised one eyebrow.

"No. I'm bound to fail the O.W.L's."

"Well, I guess I can help you…if you need the help…erm, in potions, I mean." Draco said, surprisingly edgy.

"Thanks," Ginny said thinking for a moment. Then Harry came over with Ron.

"You know, the only guy I hate more than Snape is—."

"I'm going to go." Draco interrupted before he could hear the rest of Harry's rude statement.

"Ok, see you around," Ginny smiled.

"Yeah, seems to turn out that way, doesn't it?" Draco smirked, and left the Hall in a casual pace.

"Excuse me," Harry cleared his throat, so that the team would quiet down. They were outside in the quidditch pitch, and it was getting dark. Everyone had been talking about their first day of classes, but now they silenced to listen to Harry speak. "Err, Angelina has quit…" There were gasps and murmurs following his statement, and he had to clear his throat again to get their attention. "Dumbledore is allowing us to choose our captain as long as we get his approval."

"We can get Angelina back," Katie suggested about herself and Alicia.

"Yes," Harry said, "but we also have two Seekers."

"If you don't bring Angelina back," Ginny began; all eyes were on her. "I will take her place as Chaser."

"Alright, then. Now the only problem that remains is who our next captain should be. Any nominations?" Harry added to break the silence that had followed his last statement.

"We nominate Harry." Alicia and Katie said in unison.

"Oh, err…no, I'm not—."

"I nominate Harry too." A boy named Andrew answered. Harry didn't recognize him at first, but then remembered that Andrew and Jack were the two beaters that replaced Fred and George.

"Yeah…Harry." Jack added.

"Well that settles it," Ginny said standing up. Harry sat down, speechless. "All who wish to see Harry as captain raise your hand." Harry put his head in his hands, not wanting to see any more, and thankfully not to see his best friend betray him.

Ginny bore into Ron's eyes as every other player kept their hands raised. They all turned toward Ron, and he reluctantly put his hand into the air, all the while turning bright pink.

Ginny giggled. "The vote is unanimous. Harry, you're team captain." The whole team (with the exception of Harry and Ron) cheered out on that field, and was soon dismissed. "Practice will be on Wednesday, same time, same place!" Ginny called after her peers. She then looked down at Harry and sighed, "You all can go now…" se watched as the team departed leaving her and Harry alone in the stands.

"Harry are you ok?" Ginny asked sitting down on the bench. She pulled him down with her, "Harry are you mad that you got captain?"

Harry inhaled deeply before answering, "No…its just, well, I have so much to be getting on with you know? Homework…Voldemort…you know all that rubbish." He put his face in his hands, "but if the team really wants me as captain I'll do it…I just hope I don't fail you guys." He laughed and looked at Ginny.

Ginny smiled back, "Harry as long as you keep catching the snitch and Ron stops the quaffle from getting through the goals we'll be fine." She sighed, "Besides you'll be the Dark Lord…I know you will." She smiled and looked into his eyes.

Harry cleared his throat; "well I guess we better head back…" he stood and extended his hand.

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon and the last practice before the big Halloween Quidditch game. The team was looking good and flying their best. Although it had been mostly Ginny coaching them through the last couple of practices Harry had helped quite a bit.

Ron was acting a bit distant with Harry ever since he got captain. Hermione confessed to Harry that Ron had told her he wanted the new captain position. Harry was quite glad to give it to him but Hermione made him promise not to say anything because then Ron would be mad with her. So Harry had to go on being captain while Ron sulked because once again Harry got something he wanted.

"Ok team, come on in!" Harry yelled over the thunder. They team flew over to him awaiting a pep talk.

"Ok you guys are great. There's no way we can lose against Slytherin…but I do fear that this is the kind of weather we may be facing, so we need to be careful. We all know how Malfoy and his team like to play…dirty." Harry looked around at his sopping wet team and smiled, "I know we can win Saturday. You all have it in you, so let's go out there Saturday and kick Slytherin's arse!"

Harry sighed in relief as his team broke out into cheer and applause. Even Ron was cheering.

Harry dismissed the team and felt quite content with the work he had done…well the work Ginny had done really. Just as she was about to exit the changing room he called out to her, "Ginny can I have a word?" he called over his shoulder as he began his way into the captain office. He sat down on the edge of the desk and waited for Ginny to walk in.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against the wall, "So what's up?" she tilted her head waiting for Harry to speak.

"Well I just wanted to thank you for all your help these past few weeks. I couldn't have whipped this sorry team into shape. I think you've practically turned us into what we were when Wood was still around." Ginny blushed at this comment and looked away.

"Stop Harry…you helped too…" she felt quite flustered.

"No come on," Harry got up and walked over to her, "You know you've done more than I have." He smiled and stopped right in front of her.

She giggled; "Well I guess maybe I have helped a little more than necessary…" She swallowed as she realized how close Harry actually was to her. She was suddenly aware of how good Harry smelled from his shower and she noticed that his hair was still wet. She noticed too late that her hand was reaching to brush through it and only when her hand made contact with the cool, damp, hair did she even realize she wanted to touch Harry, kiss Harry…

Harry seemed to have the same idea because he was slowly wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. All Ginny could think was, my first kiss, my very first kiss. He was just leaning in when there was a sharp tapping at the window. They broke apart abruptly and turned to face the window, "Hedwig?"

Ginny secretly cursed the interruption.

Harry muttered hurrying to the window. He pulled open the latch and the window swung open and in flew Hedwig who deposited a letter on the desk and flew once again out the window probably to get warm and dry in the owlery.

Ginny, still flustered managed to say, "Well open it Harry, see who it's from…"

Harry nodded and picked up the letter.

AN: Don't you wanna know?