-A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the positive feedback! These first two chapters are just introductions basically, to the story and just give it background. The first part was in Ginny's POV and this next part is in Harry's POV. Hope you like it!

Have you viewed a person for the same way for a copious amount of years when suddenly, you wake up one day and everything has changed? I sometimes wish I had the foresight to prepare myself for these kinds of situations but unfortunately, it came when I was least expecting it.

Maybe I should have been more punctilious to whatever signs or messages the universe was throwing at me. Maybe it gradually progressed, until I was hit head on. Or maybe I had known it all along but refused to admit the truth. Whatever it was, on that night, I found myself falling for Ginny Weasley.

It was the last night of term and the last time I'd ever set foot in Hogwarts as a student. Just about every common room or dormitory was throwing a raging party but for some reason, I found myself walking outside with you.

I wasn't in the mood to party just then. Joining in on the celebrations would mean that it was finally over. Tomorrow would be my first day as, well, an adult. I figured if I put off celebrating for a while later, it wouldn't be so real.

I was going to ask Ron and Hermione to join me but I didn't want to interrupt. It looked like they were having yet another heated argument. Except this time, I was almost certain Ron would get up the nerve to kiss Hermione.

I really didn't want to disturb a moment like that. Besides, if I did, I just might have lost five sickles to Seamus. Anyway, you were standing by the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room and it just seemed…appropriate for the time being.

It was rather nice, I must admit, having a moment alone. I'd gotten to know you better over the summer of sixth year and things just evolved from there. No longer were you the blushing, shy and giggling admirer from afar but someone I could relate to, someone I could joke around with.

You were a friend. More than just a friend, mind you. I felt like I didn't have to explain myself too much around you. I could say two words and you'd smile and nod, completely understanding.

Maybe it was because growing up in a house full of boys, you could relate better than say, Hermione. Granted, Hermione's one of my best friends but nevertheless, no matter what Ron would like to think, she's a girl.

There are just certain barriers between girls and guys that sometimes put a damper on friendships between them. I'm not saying it's the cause of something horrible, just that it sometimes creates a blockade on the level of communication.

For example, Quidditch. As most everyone knows, Hermione's never been on a broomstick for more than five minutes in her entire life. She once even told Ron and myself that she hates flying. Afraid of heights or what not.

I very well couldn't have an hour long discussion with Hermione about which teams would make it to the World Cup, now could I? You on the other hand, were a different story.

We could talk about anything and everything to absolutely nothing. It was strange but I'd never guessed you and I could…click so well.

I guess you could say you were just one of the "guys." You became as much of a friend to me as Hermione but in a different way. I can't explain it…but the best possible terms are: the sister I never had.

But see, that's not even the right way to explain it. That's more of a general, vague way. When you think of someone as your sister, of course you never notice her in…that way.

Granted, I'd certainly noticed how well you…er, grew up but I didn't want to notice for very long. I was too afraid that Ron would catch me and suspect something. And Ron is definitely not a person I'd like to make angry.

Besides…it felt weird noticing you in that way. Whenever I noticed how beautiful your smile was or how soft your hair looked, I'd shake my head and quickly glance away. I kind of freaked myself out, I suppose.

So every time the feeling came around, I'd dispose and ignore of it as fast as it had hit me. I'd been doing a pretty good job of handling it, until that night.

Something just came over me…and one thought led to another. First I noticed your eyes…how despite the fact it was relatively dark out, they sparkled in the moonlight. And then I noticed your hair…and how long it had gotten since that summer.

And then I noticed your lips…and despite the fact they were turned into an apathetic, slight frown, that they were rather lovely. I don't know if it was me or you that made the first move but before I can stop myself, my lips were pressed against yours and I felt my heart flutter with excitement and my head was swimming in stars.

Because that night, just sitting in the pitch, you weren't just Ginny Weasley. You were something more…something I had failed to notice until now…some kind of wonderful.

I could have kicked myself for pulling back as soon as I did. But I was nervous that you were surprised…feeling a bit of regret or something. I mean, it was kind of unexpected.

And when I got a glimpse of your face, it kind of broke my heart. Your eyes were wide and though full of bliss, clouded by alarm. You looked like you'd just been punched in the nose or something…I mean, I'm really not that bad of a kisser right?

But all in all, you looked like you had just made the biggest mistake of your life. And I knew I had to say something, anything, as soon as possible but you beat me to the punch.

With a little sigh, you replied, "It's all right, Harry. We're just friends, right? We can pretend…it never happened. Just one of those forgive and forget things."

And I could only nod and agree but deep down inside, you were so much more than that to me. But I couldn't find the words to say it and I let the opportune moment slip by. Besides, I don't think you were ready to deal with Ron's reaction.

I knew I certainly wasn't…but that didn't mean I wanted to walk away from what just happened…or what could have happened.

So we stayed outside a while longer, until we headed back inside. Your hand was pretty close to mine but I didn't grab for it. I wanted to but after that awkward kiss thing, I wasn't too sure you'd be up for it.

I mean…things happened pretty quick, didn't they? One minute I'm thinking about how lovely your eyes are in the moonlight and the next minute, your lips are pressed up against mine and I can't think anything at all except for how wonderful it is.

And now I think I've ruined it…but how could I ruin something that didn't even start? Your eyes wouldn't look in my direction as we walked back up the hill and through the front doors. I was a little confused if we were still friends or…something else…but my question felt idiotic.

You so badly tried to hide your embarrassment but the strawberry hue splattered on your cheeks gave it away. What you were embarrassed for…I don't have a clue.

We parted in common room. You headed up the staircase, up to the girl's dorms. The party was still going on and I think I even spotted Dean Thomas with a bottle of Fire Whiskey but you muttered something about "awfully tired" and still having to pack.

So with one last look, you swiftly went up the stairs and I joined the party with my fellow Gryffindors, though I was still in a daze about the events that had just taken place. The party stopped well around two in the morning but I headed to bed around one-thirty. I had to pack up the last bit of my clothes and miscellaneous luggage.

But I couldn't sleep and exhaustion hadn't yet set in.

So now I'm lying in bed, listening reluctantly to Ron's awful snoring and Seamus mumbling something about giant bunnies, wondering if I was the one who made a mistake by keeping quiet.

I wonder if you'll tell Ron about it and then I realize you most likely won't, because we both know Ron will throw a fit. And then I wonder if you're sitting up in bed too, wondering about me like I'm wondering about you.

I'm thinking about what will happen tomorrow when I hear the floor board squeak and a familiar voice curse, "Damn!"

I'm alarmed though not afraid and don't bother to reach for my wand.

"Lumos!" the voice quietly hisses.

I fumbled in the darkness for my glasses and am quickly greeted with your face, bathed in the glow of your wand light. You're in your pajamas, with the famous hand-sewn, Weasley sweater. Yours, of course, has a "G" on the front for Ginny.

Now, I've seen many strange and unusual things in my life but this has got to be the most unusual.

"What are you doing here?" I demand.

Your eyes scour the room, making sure everyone is asleep and then focus back on my face.

"I had to see you. Tonight was well…weird," you sheepishly confess.

I smile, though it's not a very big one. You came all the way up here to tell me tonight was weird? How weird is that?

"So…you came all the way up here to tell me tonight was weird? Thanks, Gin," I tease with a smirk.

You laugh and Ron snores even louder.

You mutter something and your wand light vanishes into darkness.

"Move over," you instruct, lifting up the covers.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Is this a dream?

"What?"

I can just picture you rolling your eyes, as I feel your body slide up against mine.

"Oh, please Harry. If you're worried about getting into trouble, don't worry about it. I know Ron snores but honestly, he can sleep through anything," you quickly assure.

I laugh and lean against the headboard, as you do the same.

What now?

We're silent for a moment and I can feel anxiety slip on my shoulders like a cloak. Since when have I gotten nervous around you? This is all too odd. But then again…this night has been rather odd.

"About that kiss…"

I turn to you, my eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room.

"Yeah?" I curiously demand.

You sigh.

"I didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. And I won't tell Ron, trust me. You're not going to tell him, right?" You question.

I shake my head immediately.

"Are you nutters? Why would I tell Ron? Besides…I-well, I don't know about you but…I liked it."

Your eyes widen as large as saucers and I want to slap myself. Wow, tonight really isn't my night.

"Ginny? Something wrong?"

You shake your head.

"No…it's just that…I wasn't expecting you to say that," you slowly admit.

I laugh.

"What were you expecting me to say then?"

You crack a genuine smile, the kind that makes me fall head over heels for you all over again.

"I don't know. Just anything but that."

"Yeah well, I think I'm learning to expect the unexpected," I tease with hidden seriousness.

Honestly, when you're me, the unexpected is about as normal as the sun rising.

"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow. It feels like just yesterday, I was totally beating you at Wizard's Chess," you joke.

I throw you a wry smile.

"That was just yesterday."

You grin and snuggle up to me. Or maybe it wasn't snuggling and I'm exaggerating. Whatever it was, I certainly wasn't going to protest.

"So it was."

Surprisingly, I let out a yawn.

"Are you tired?" I question.

You shrug.

"Somewhat."

"All right."

I lay down and to my pleasant surprise, you follow pursuit. The silence is the thing that kills me, you know. Those awkward silences where we're both anticipating what's about to happen next. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a butcher knife.

I decide to be bold and wrap my arm around your waist. I've done it before…just not in this sort of way. Before it was all good fun…innocent teasing and flirting. Now we both know it's crossed the borders of innocent flirting and into that great gray area of beyond, when a guy and girl are having a hard time trying to figure out if they want to be just friends or something more.

In response, you rest your head on my chest and I can't help but smile. Your hair is everywhere…spilling across the sheet and my shirt.

"Harry?" You murmur.

"Yes?"

You pause for a second.

"If, perhaps, if we both knew Ron wouldn't have a cow and it was all right and I wasn't your best friend's little sister and you weren't going away for Auror training…do you think we'd well, be together?"

The question certainly catches me off guard but I can't deny the truth.

"I suppose so," I muse.

You shift a little and yawn.

"I suppose…maybe…this summer, I could talk to Ron. Maybe…something could happen."

It's not that confident but an optimistic plan, no doubt. You flash me a quick smile and I do something I've never done before…kiss your forehead.

"Maybe," I simply respond.

I can't help but marvel how well you fit in my arms, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. And a few minutes later, the steady rise and fall of your chest shows that you've fallen asleep. I take a few minutes to study your expression and smile at the serenity of it, though I'm pretty sure your thoughts are spinning and whirling non-stop.

About three or five minutes later, (I can't exactly remember), I fall asleep as well, with you curled up by my side. And I can't help but wonder if this is love…having the best conversation with someone without saying anything at all.

The sun rises like clockwork and when I wake up to greet the dawn…I feel coldness on my side and a mass of wrinkled sheets.

When I put on my glasses and the blur of early morning vision goes away...I wake up to discover that you're gone…..