Chapter One – Dreams Do Come True

Ginny had finally been noticed by her crush, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Ginny was now a fifteen year old in her fifth year at Hogwarts. Her once dull red hair now passed the middle of her back and was naturally wavy, something that all of her friends envied. Once a flat and unnoticeable body now was a replica of a models, with just enough curves in all the right places. Her green eyes could hypnotize anyone while giving you a glimpse of her soul.

In fact, because of these resent changes, Harry had discovered that having his stomached flip when she came into a room was not normal. A friend doesn't feel like his pants are suddenly tight when their friend hugs them or kisses them on the cheek when saying goodnight. Dreams had been haunting Harry since the summer, but these dreams didn't have to do with Voldermort, but with Ginny. He couldn't stop thinking about her, always watching her and listening in on her conversations. He had even gone as far as to spy on her in the girls Quidditch locker room.

After months of wanting, Harry decided that he would ask Ginny out and see if she liked him to. And if not, she would still go out with him because she never could turn anyone down. For God's sake she took Neville to the Halloween dance because he asked her. Out of all the guys who asked her she took Neville, just because she felt bad for him. In fact, her kindness and generosity sickened Harry at times because many used her…she even knew that they were using her, but she doesn't try to stop them. You'd think that she was giving out charity the way she acted.

A dance was coming up in a month and Harry new that he had to ask her to attend with him. Gathering his confidence he marched over to Ginny who was reading her herbology book with a frown on her face. Harry thought that this made her even more beautiful.

"What's the matter Ginny?" Harry asked, hoping that he could answer her question to impress her.

"Professor Sprout wants us to write about Kangs and our book doesn't have anything about them. I think that I need to go to the library. I hate that place, it always smells funny." Replied a frustrated Ginny.

Harry sighed; this was one thing he remembered from herbology. "I know what they are for. Their venom is used to cure Ebola and their soothing voices help those who have recently been in a traumatic situation fall into a peaceful sleep and also helps them forget about all of their problems. You do know what Ebola is, right?"

Ginny sheepishly looked up at him. "I never heard of it before, is it bad?"

"Horrible. There use to be no cure for it and people would "bleed out" which meant that blood would leak out of their eyes, ears, mouth, pores, any opening in their body. It's so painful and long that most people killed themselves when told they had it. But it is only in the Congo's, so we don't have to worry about it here."

"That sounds terrible." Ginny whispered, "I don't know what I would do if anyone got that disease." A pregnant silence followed where both thought about how they would react if they contracted it. Ginny was startled out of her thoughts when Harry coughed.

"Did you hear about the dance that's coming up in a month?"

"Yes, I cant wait to go, it'll be so much fun!"

"You don't have a date yet, do you?"

"No, no one likes me. I'll go by myself if Neville doesn't ask me." Ginny said in a dejected voice.

Harry laughed at her statement. Ginny looked at him as if he was mental and asked him what he found so funny about her being unattached.

"Ginny, everyone likes you. I like you. I mean MORE then a friend, but as a girl friend."

"Are you asking me to the dance Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked with a grin plastered to her face. It might look like she was calm, but on the inside she was screaming 'He likes me! He really likes me. ME!' She was so happy she thought she was likely to burst from joy.

"Well, yes, I am."

"Oh Harry, I'd love to go with you. So I guess we are dating then, right? I mean, you want to date me before we go to the dance, right?"

"Of course. How about Monday you and me eat dinner out by the lake at 6:30?"

"Sounds great! I can't wait."

That night Ginny fell asleep, not knowing that Harry was watching her from under his invisibility cloak.

"Sweet dreams Ginny." Harry whispered before leaving for the boy's dorms.