A/N - I'm so happy.(",) I really truly thank all three of you who reviewed (so far...my fingers are crossed). And thank you Eve Granger for pointing that out to me. I was too lazy to proof read that chapter for the fifth time or so.

So anyway, here is the second chapter. I hope this one is alright.

Chapter Two: The Morning Of

"Hold me." Ginny said softly to the boy by her side.

He leaned over without a word and wrapped his arms around her body. She sighed into his chestwhen she felt his hand softly begin stoke her back. His hand slowly started to make its way to her hips and steadily began to move up her sides.

Ginny felt her heart beat at the contact; sending chills up her spine. She felt his hand move up her arm and shoulder, bringing his hand to rest under her chin. He slowly started raising her head up to make eye contact. In her dark surroundings, she couldn't make out anything more than that.

The boy continued to hold her head up; slowly moving his hand to cup her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She could see a little look of confusion in his eyes, a deep pool of mixed emotions. He slowly brought his face close to hers, pausing, than leaning down for a soft kiss. He lingered there for a moment, making her head spin a little. Until suddenly, he leaned back, breaking the kiss. She slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself looking up at….

Ginny awoke from her sleep at the sound of her mother's banging on the door.

"Ginny dear! Are you up yet?" Her mother cried.

She yawned sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "Uh-huh." was all she could manage.

"Well, you'd better get dressed soon if you don't want to miss breakfast; we're leaving in aboutfourty-five minutes." She heard her mother's voice trailing off as she headed back to the kitchen.

Ginny sat up and stretched a little, yawning loudly again in the process. Definitely not a morning person. she thought.

She threw herself onto her back and remained there for a while, looking up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as last night's dreams flooded back into her head. What was that all about. she thought.

She tried to remember exactly who this boy was in her dream, but her memory of it was too hazy. She thought back, replaying in her mind its contents, causing chills to go through her body. It felt so real. Ginny tried to force the images in her head to clear up but failed to do so.

She glanced at the time and immediately got out of bed, deciding it was a bad idea not to have done so much sooner.

She dressed within minutes, mastering the art of it from the too many times she'd gotten up late at Hogwarts. Making sure she looked at least half decent, she took a quick look at herself in the mirror before exiting the room.

She wasn't a real beauty or anything. She had small, simple face features. Dark brown oval shaped eyes, a small nose, lips that she wished were just a tad bit fuller, high cheek bones and a round face which was covered in lots of freckles; she cringed at the last.

Pretty was what Ginny Weasley was.

She didn't have the most perfect body either. She was rather thin she assumed, but didn't have the full bosom, flat stomach, long legged figure like the girls she'd so often seen in Witch Weekly. No, she was just plain old Ginny as far as she was concerned, with the brightest red hair that gave the illusion of being on fire.

Now I know it was just a dream. No one would ever like that. She sighed to herself and decided to move on.

She sprinted down the stairs and reached the kitchen just in time to have a quick, mind you quick, intake of barely any food before being rushed back out with the rest of the family by her mother; shooing them off to go and gather their things.

"But I-" she tried to say before being cut off by her mother's shrill tone.

"No 'buts'! I told you all to be down here on time. You missed breakfast, it's not my fault."

"Hey! I was here on time, so I don't see why I can't finish." Ron motioned to himself, a piece of egg still hanging from his lip.

"Yeah you would be, can't pass up the opportunity to make a pig out of yourself." Ginny snapped gumpily.

"That's enough out of you two! I said get going now go, or we'll be late!" Her mom butted into the argument about to take place.

"Oh how cruel." she humphed to herself, heading out the kitchen.

She rushed back up the steps to and into her room. She gathered her belongings and quickly double checked to make sure nothing was missing. Oh well! With some certainty, she headed back downstairs, trunk in tow.

Midway through her decent she stopped. Why do I feel like I'm missing something... a voice mused in the back of her mind.

"Ginny dear! Are you about ready? Everyone is waiting!" her mom called.

She rolled her eyes and with a small shake of her head decided to ignore that nagging sensation that plagued her mind.

She reached the landing in time, only to be dragged out the door by her mother.

"Come, hurry! We must beat the traffic!" her mom answered Ginny's questionable look.

"Traffic?" she managed to blurt out while her mom practicallyshoved her into the back seat.

"Ow! Hey!" Ron shouted rubbing his forehead. "Watch it!"

"Oh shut up."

"Yes, traffic." her mom firmly continued. "Your father was given this car by the Ministry, so we're taking it this year." She finished while settling herself in.

"Oh."

Ginny glanced at the two faces next to her. "Even after what happened second year?" she wondered with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes Ginny dear, even after what happened second year. I'm sure by now the boys have learned their lesson. So let's quit stalling before we're late." She turned to her husband who started the car. And so off they were, on their way.

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No matter how much they seemed to rush things, they didn't quite manage to beat the traffic at all. But, much to her mother's annoyance, they did finally make it to their destination with notas much time to spare as she would've liked.

The family exited out the vehicle and yanked their trunks as quickly as possible to the train station without hurting themselves.

They ran towards platform nine and three quarters, without drawing too much attention to themselves and gathered around.

"Oh am I going to miss you so much!" her mother hugged Ginny so hard she thought she would die of suffocation.

She turned to Ron. "And you mister, be nice to your sister and stay out of trouble." She half scolded as she embraced him with just as much force.

She lastly turned to Harry with a worried look planted on her face. "Oh Harry dear. Please promise me you'll stay out of trouble. Arthur and I worry so much about you."

"Uh…well, o- of course Mrs. Weasley." Harry stuttered before she pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Okay now move along!" She shoved him away, throwing him towards the entrance.

Once farewells were said and done, they each one by one entered through to the other side of the platform; Harry being the first to enter, than Ron, than Ginny.

Here we go. Was the last thought to pass through her mind before being whirled into a mix of colors onto the other side.

R&R I humbly implore you. It would be most appreciated. Mmm-Hmm.