I have to thank my betta: Tom. You're awesome. Thank you very much for all your help! Hehe

Anyway on with the story... Viola:

Harry slammed the door, left the Burrow, and walked straight out into the back yard towards the woods. He had decided that maybe flying would calm him down. Harry mounted his broom and, with a kick off, he was soaring through the air. It was close to sunset so you could see the break of night flowing in. The wind was streaking through that flock of raven hair he had. He loved flying. Not just the fact that it thrilled him ever so much but also the fact that it would always calm him down so he could think about recent events. Harry kept picturing the look on Ginny's face when he had broken her picture. Oh Merlin, how she is beautiful. Those chocolaty, brown eyes that, if you catch them, were too hard to turn away. The freckles on her body that made Harry feel like he wanted to reach out and touch them. Her glossy lips just waiting for Harry to kiss and smother himself into…

A gust of wind brought Harry back from his thoughts.

Man, I'm getting really cold. I should have gotten a jacket before I left.

But the cold was the farthest thing from his mind.

Harry was thinking of other things...

He kept thinking about what had happened in Ginny's room. Harry had no idea what had made Ginny so mad over him breaking her picture. After all, he could have just simply fixed it with a charm.

I should have listened to her and not have broken that picture.

She was just being stupid…She knows you could easily repair it.

Hey, she is not stupid. She's just the best God darn woman in the world and I've messed things up!

Don't talk to yourself like that…it's pathetic…your taking her side.

That's because I love her and would do anything for her. Now shut it!

Whoa, did I just say I loved her?

You sure did lover boy!

Harry couldn't believe he had just thought he loved Ginny. Well, sure he liked her and thought she was beautiful. But did he really love her? As he flew through the darkening night sky he couldn't help but wonder if he had hurt Ginny in any way. She was the only person that could understand Harry. After all, she fell under Voldemort control once.

It was getting pretty late, Harry noticed, the sky had gotten even darker and rain clouds started to appear. He felt a few drops starting to fall but he didn't care. He just resumed flying, enjoying his thinking time for now.

While Harry was doing his loop-di-loops, he had no idea that a certain redheaded witch was eyeing his every move. He decided to practice on his diving just then. Harry went down, down, all the way down, until he was just a couple of inches from the ground and suddenly pulled himself straight and level. He was balancing on his feet like he was surfing. He had just dodged a tree, and another, and another. He was actually doing a sort of dance. For every tree he'd miss he'd yell "Yeah!" or "Go Harry, go Harry". He was having fun, for once. Completely forgetting the argument he had with Ginny in her room. Suddenly while he was doing his little victory dance he heard a distinct voice.

"Harry!"

He turned around to see none other than Ginny Weasley running towards him.

"Look out!"

'Huh' Harry thought. He quickly looked forward to see a tree heading towards him. As fast as possible, he jumped back onto his broomstick, straddling it. You could imagine how much that hurt. But at least he managed to dodge the tree with only a cut on his shoulder from where the tree scraped him. He landed on the ground holding his crotch while he was approached by a giggling Ginny. Apparently she hadn't seen him scrape his shoulder.

"Harry you've got to lay low on your victory dances and pay more attention to where you're going." She said as she walked towards him.

He sat properly now, his back against a tree trunk, holding his shoulder so that Ginny wouldn't see the blood coming out; though this didn't escape her.

"Harry you're hurt. Oh dear, come on. Let's go get mum before you get even more battered up." Ginny said. She went to reach for Harry's arm but he pulled it away.

"No, Ginny I'm fine."

Ginny gave him an incredulous look.

"I'm fine Ginny." Harry insisted.

"Fine Harry, I won't get mum. But you're not fine."

Ginny hesitated, "At least let me fix it up for you."

After thinking clearly about it, Harry responded by nodding his head.

Ginny took out her wand and performed a quick Lumos. She placed her wand on the ground so that it was leaning against the tree trunk.

She kneeled on Harry's side, and started to inspect his cut. "Harry you got a nasty cut there, it looks pretty deep", she scooted herself closer to him. Blood was soaking through his shirt, and Ginny couldn't get a good view of his wound. She tried to pull the rip open a little more but pulled back with a small gasp when she heard Harry hiss in pain.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry; I just can't see the cut well enough to do anything. Your shirt, um, it's kind of in the way…" Ginny blushed slightly as she said this.

Harry noticed Ginny's blush and understood what she was implying. He slowly started to take off his shirt but winced in pain.

"Umm here, let me" she offered. Ginny moved herself so that she was now over Harry, straddling his legs on her knees, slightly sitting down on him.

Ginny looked up at him; "Can you lift your arms?"

"I think I can." Harry said as he started to slowly lift his hands up.

Ginny grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it upwards, her knuckles touching his sides and arms as she went up. She lifted herself slightly so she could get the shirt past Harry's head. When she finally did…

Harry let his gaze drop down… A little too low that he came into a close-up view of Ginny's cleavage. The loose fitting tank top she was wearing didn't help much in this position.

'Damn Ginny' he thought. He wasn't going to be able to control himself. It was bad enough that she was so close to him, on top of him in fact. But Merlin, this was just… Too Much.

"Ginny, if you get any closer we're going to be intimate."

Ginny was too busy with her own thoughts to hear Harry.

Planning on getting any closer to Harry? said the sly voice in Ginny's head.

Look, I'm not doing it on purpose… I can't get the shirt off. Ginny responded agitated.

Ginny had no choice but to move closer to Harry if she was going to get the shirt off. But being short didn't help in this situation, she wasn't reaching passed his elbows. Ginny lifted herself a little bit higher on her knees, and with a final tug his shirt came off of him.

Ginny came to her senses and started noticing a few things she hadn't before. Like the warmth radiating from Harry's body, the rise and fall of his torso, and his breathing on her…

Ginny's breath caught in her throat.

Wanting so badly to make up for his actions earlier, for breaking her picture, for hurting her feelings, Harry took a great risk and slowly wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her closer and kissed the area right above her bare cleavage.

The impact of the kiss made Ginny loose her grip on Harry's bloody shirt. The shirt fell to the ground with a wet thump but neither of them cared to pick it up again. At the moment it wasn't important.

Harry felt Ginny tense up for a few seconds before relaxing in his arms. His actions definitely shocked her, but she didn't try to back off in any way.

Ginny wasn't sure of what to think. Harry just hugged her and kissed her. Kissed… her! Could this really be happening to me?

She could feel the goosebumps coming out of her skin. She also felt the goosebumps on Harry's arms, probably from the cold, she thought.

She was far from correct. Even though the cold had been affecting Harry before, being so close to Ginny was having the same affects on him as he was having on her.

But the cold didn't matter to Harry right now. Ginny mattered to him right now. Having her so close mattered.

Merlin, did this just really happen? I mean Harry kissed… Me! It sounded so far gone. Ginny was surprised by the randomness of Harry's actions but happy… extremely happy, nonetheless. It felt… right having Harry so close.

Ginny let out a sigh, feeling relaxed. Sensing that Ginny wasn't upset in any way, he kissed her again. Harry let the second kiss linger for a few seconds longer than the first one before turning his head to rest it on Ginny's chest, below her neck… Right about where her heart should be.

Ginny looked down at Harry and wrapped her arms around his head, holding him closer. She was so glad, so thrilled, this was finally happening, she could hardly believe it. She kissed the top of his head and started running her fingers through his wet hair.

They sat in comfortable silence together, Harry drawing lazy circles on her back while Ginny gently played with his hair, laying the occasional kiss on the top of his head.

"I can hear your heart beating." Harry said. "It's beating pretty fast."

Ginny grinned, "I wonder why. You have that affect on me."

"Ginny I have two things I have to tell you,"

"Harry, you don't…"

"Yes I do, Ginny," Harry looked up at her, "let me speak before I lose my courage,"

Ginny silently nodded and Harry returned to resting his head on her chest. For some reason Harry felt warm and comforted by the sound of Ginny's heartbeat. It relaxed him for some reason.

"Ginny, I'm sorry for… being such a prat upstairs in your room… I didn't intend on breaking your picture."

"I'd also like a picture of you and me, as I have none," Harry grinned, "But I think it would be best if we let Hermione take it with her camera without Ron around. I'm sure he would throw a fit of some kind."

Ginny chuckled. "Sure. I'd like that."

Harry continued serious again. "Second, the main reason I went up to your room to see you was because I wanted to talk to you. I wanted… I needed to explain to you how I feel about you."

Ginny held her breath and didn't say anything. Merlin, it couldn't be bad considering everything that's happened so far.

"Ginny, I don't know if it's love I feel for you, since I'm not really sure what that feels like, but to say I fancy you… just doesn't seem like enough."

"Oh, Harry," was all Ginny could manage to say. She eased her hold on him and lowered herself onto his lap, looking into those pools of rich green eyes of his.

Harry looked up into Ginny's eyes and saw it all there.

Ginny felt the same way about Harry as he did about her. It hit him hard, straight in the face-

She always had.

Harry reached up and held Ginny's face with his hands, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb, and moved his face closer to hers.

"Thank you, Ginny,"

Ginny tilted her face slightly to the side, "What for, Harry?" She asked in a small, warm tone.

"For being you."

He brought her lips to his and kissed her… again… and again, each one a little longer and harder. Harry held this beautiful young woman witch he loved so much. He held her tightly in his arms, kissing her hard and sweet. She returned the sentiment in kind. The touch of their bodies held so closely together sent electricity through them, warming them in the chilly, wet night. All sense of time and place was forgotten.

(a/n) Okay so that was incident #2! Poor Harry I can just imagine how much that hurt... Being a gymnast and having done that countless times before... BUT anyway, Um... Whats gonna happen next? Theres a few possibilties but... Not too sure yet. Sowwie...

Love,

Daya + N,