A/N: I'd like to say sorry for the lengthy amount of time it has taken me to update. I've been vacationing. Second, I'd like to say sorry for the chapters not being as long as the reviewers would have liked. I know they were short, trust me I know. But I was unsure about this particular story. I wanted to see if anyone even responded before I wasted my time on a story that I wasn't sure would turn out very well. But after brainstorming I've figured out which direction I want this fic to go in. Thank you for the reviews! They are greatly appreciated.

PS- the stuff in italics are the characters thoughts.

Chapter 3

Quidditch and Kisses?

"I wonder if we'll win the quidditch cup this year?" Ginny thought out loud. "The Hufflepuffs are a joke. Slytherin isn't that good. It's all in our minds, that game is," Ginny tried in vain to make conversation. She paused to look at Harry. He stared back, but made no attempt to reply.

I've been talking to the wall for fifteen minutes. He must think I'm a complete idiot. I can't believe I'm making an ass of myself in front of Harry.

When did she become so beautiful? How did a mere twig turn into something so so so…womanly? Is there somewhere they go to exchange elbows for curves?

Harry took in the sight of her. Her hair was no longer a harshly bright orange, but a velvety red with strawberry blonde highlights. It fell down her back like a silk blanket. Long bangs, that she kept swept to the side, framed her small face. Her face. It was almost completely freckle-free, but not quite. A tiny patch of barely noticeable freckles were dotted across her small nose. Dark, chocolate brown orbs starred back at him with a mixture of hope and anxiety.

He is so NOT checking me out. Harry Potter is checking me out! Wait…IS he checking me out? Get a hold of yourself Ginny! There's no way he would be checking you out. He thinks of you as his best friend's little sister and that's all. He probably feels sorry for you, that why he's even sitting with you.

Harry allowed his eyes to rake over her body. She was rather small and petite, but defiantly did not lack curves. He could just make out her perfectly proportioned breasts under her Hogwarts robes. He suddenly realized what he was doing and abruptly turned his head to stare out the compartment window.

Holy shit! Get a hold of yourself Harry! That's Ron's little sister! You were just checking out Ron's little sister! You pervert! Ron would kill you. What would Mr. and Mrs. Weasley think? And after all they've done for you!

Harry silently scolded himself and stared out the window, though only darkness could be seen. He prayed that Ginny wouldn't point that out to him.

"Ravenclaw is our main competition. I think their weapon is their plays. They make up their own plays and run them. Where as we have instinct, they have plays," Ginny attpemted conversation again, then hesitated.

Damnnit! What did I do wrong? He seemed almost interested before…

Those perfect lips. I wonder what it'd be like to kiss them? Damn! There I go again! This is Ron's little sister! Well not so little anymore…STOP IT! This has to stop! What's wrong with me!

"I think, that if we just formed a few plays , then we'd have an edge. You know?" Ginny began again, silently praying for an answer. She looked at him, expecting a scowl or rolling eyes or a beyond bored expression. But instead he stared back at her, a half smile on his lips.

Screw it! I HAVE to taste her!

Harry reached his hand toward her and softly brushed her hair away from her face. The encounter was short lived. But before Ginny could realize what just happened, she saw Harry slowly edging closer. Ginny found herself unable to move. She sat there frozen stiff, clutching her seat for dear life. Only when Harry's lips brushed against hers, was she jolted back to life.

Is this really a happening? Harry's kissing me!

Harry felt Ginny's body relax and she finally began to kiss back. Relieved that she wasn't pulling away, he licked her lips, asking for entrance. She opened her mouth and allowed him to kiss her thoroughly. He was gentle as he played with her tongue and began exploring her mouth. He found a ticklish spot behind her teeth, causing her to squirm and smile against his lips. He found her waist with his hands and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. His soft, innocent kissed slowly turned into deep rough ones, leaving them both breathless. He finally pulled away, but didn't let go of her. Ginny's face rapidly turned scarlet and she stared at the floor. Harry wouldn't have it. He wanted, he needed to know if the kiss had made her feel like it had him. He grabbed her around the waist pulling her nearly on top of him. He put his hand under her chin and lifted. Her gaze met his. Her eyes told him everything. They burned with passion and sparkled with happiness, but the fear and doubt were there too. She was scared. He leaned his head close to her. She shivered when she felt his hot breath on her neck.

" I think plays are a great idea," Harry whispered in her ear.