Disclaimer: I do not and unfortunately will never own Harry Potter

When the young man entered St. Mungo's carrying Ginny, two Healers dressed in lime green robes rushed over to help him.

"What happened to her?" asked the Head Healer.

"Well, there was a little mishap in Diagon Alley," answered the young man.

"It looks like she just fainted. Martha! What are you doing? Come over here!" shouted the Healer-in-Charge.

The other Healer, Martha, was standing in the doorway staring at the young man, "You're…you're Harry Potter!"

"Er…yeah, hello," said Harry, awkwardly.

"Don't act so star-struck Martha! Come over here and help me find out who this poor girl is!" the Heal-in-Charge ordered.

"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Martha rushed over and took Ginny's purse. She searched through it until finding her wallet. "Ah, here we are. Her Apparitionlicense says her name is Ginevra Weasley."

Harry looked up at Martha in shock. "What did you say?"

"It's a good thing you're always there to save people, Mr. Potter," the Head Healer said, while filling out forms. "Martha, take Ms. Weasley into room 457."

"Did-did you say Ginny Weasley?" Harry asked again. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He saved Ginny?

"Yes. Why are you so surprised?" asked the Healer, while wrapping Harry's hand in a bandage. "Are you sure you're alright, besides your hand?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he answered. Harry was stunned. How could he have just saved Ginny and not even realize that it was her?

He followed the Healers into the room where Ginny was taken. He looked over at the bed. Ginny was lying there peacefully, while Harry was in shock. "How did I not recognize her?" he asked, to no one in particular. She still had the same fiery red hair, pale skin with freckles all over her face, and bright brown eyes. Although at the moment, her eyes were closed.

Harry decided that he should wait in the room until Ginny awoke. As he backed up to lean against the wall, he accidentally knocked over a tray of potions lying on the counter, underneath a mirror. Harry turned around to see the damage he had just caused.

"Bloody hell," mumbled Harry, as he wiped his face, revealing his lightening bolt scar.

Ginny opened her eyes just as Harry cleaned the mess with a flick of his wand. The room came into focus; and she caught sight of someone's reflection in the mirror. She knew that person.

"Am I dreaming?" asked Ginny. She felt like she was in a daze. Harry turned around to face her, startled.

"Harry, is that really you?"

"Hey Gin,"

"Wait, what…what happened? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" Ginny was very confused about the entire situation.

"Whoa! One question at a time," Harry laughed.

Ginny blushed, "Sorry, I'm just so shocked to see you. How are you? I haven't seen you in what? Five years?" She was delighted to see Harry. She hadn't seen him since before he went to France to become an Auror.

Harry chuckled, "Yeah, I know. I guess it's a good thing I happen to bump into you the exact same day that a dozen bludgers decided to come flying at you."

It was just then that everything that had happened came back to Ginny. She gasped, "You…you saved my life."

Harry looked down, "Well…"

"Again,"

Harry looked up at her puzzled.

"Chamber," Ginny replied, simply.

"Oh, right, sorry. I try not to think about all that."

"That's alright," answered Ginny. "Neither do I." Her eyes dropped and fell on Harry's bandaged hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

"You, er, fell on it," replied Harry.

"Oh! Sorry about that! Does it hurt?"

"No, no it's fine. I've been in much worse pain." Harry forced a smile.

Ginny knew that Harry was referring to everything that occurred during his years at Hogwarts; she quickly tried to change the subject. "So, how've you been? How do you like being an Auror? Is it as exciting as you thought it would be?" she asked, curious about his life and profession.

"Well, after I defeated Voldemort, there weren't many other people to stop so…" Harry joked.

Ginny laughed. "I'm so happy to see you. I…I missed you." Ginny was shocked at her own boldness. She did have feelings for Harry when she was younger, but she had given up on that years ago. At least she hoped she had.

"Yeah, I missed you too," replied Harry. There was an awkward silence

"So, how was France? Is it as beautiful as they say it is?" asked Ginny, hoping to break the uncomfortable quiet.

"Yeah it's-" Harry was interrupted by someone yelling in the hallway. Both he and Ginny looked over curiously.

"Where is she? One minute she's talking to me on the phone and the next she's-" Lavender rounded the corner and spotted Ginny. "Ginny! Thank Merlin you're alright! The Healer called me and-" Lavender had entered the room and saw who else was in there. "Harry!" she exclaimed.

"Hi, Lavender,"

"He's the one who saved you?" asked Lavender, incredulously.

"Well-" Ginny started, but Harry interrupted.

"I wouldn't call it a rescue; more of a right place, right time, kind of thing."

Lavender giggled. "Oh, Harry, you are always so modest. Wow…so…wow! I can't believe you're here..." She glanced over to Ginny, "With Ginny."

"Lav-" Ginny knew what her 'so-called' friend was up to. Lavender was going to try to set her up on a date...

"So," Lavender cut in. "Are you in town tonight Harry?"

"Er, actually, yes. I was going to go to my flat. Clean it maybe; five years is a long time to go without dusting," joked Harry.

"Oh Harry," Lavender giggled incessantly. "Wouldn't you rather go see a movie with us in Hogsmede Park?"

"Well-"

Ginny cut in before he could even answer, "Lavender, Harry said he was busy, so leave him alone." She emphasized the last three words hoping that Lavender would get the point, but Harry ruined her plan.

"You don't want me to go?" he asked, sounding hurt.

"No, that's not what I-"

"Of course she wants you to come!" Lavender exclaimed. "Don't you, Ginny?"

"Er…yeah, of course," said Ginny, reluctantly.

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"Lavender, do not do this to me! You can't!" Ginny pleaded as she and Lavender waited for Harry to come out of Honeyduke's.

Lavender continued to smile at Ginny. She was going to get Harry and Ginny together, even if it killed her. "Oh, yes I can," she smirked.

Ginny was not happy. Lavender had dragged her to Hogsmede Park against her will and now she was threatening to abandon her with Harry…alone. Ginny was dressed in a pair of jeans, and light blue top, and her red hair was pulled back into a long braid. Ginny felt rather plain standing next to Lavender, who was wearing a rose-colored sundress and her blonde curls held back in a clip. Against all of Ginny's intuitions, she actually was hoping that Harry liked how she looked.

"Ginny, didn't you fancy him in school?" asked Lavender.

"Well, yes, but it's different now," retorted Ginny.

"Ginny, it's been four years since your tragic breakup with Dean."

"I know Lav, but-" Just as Ginny was about to resort to begging Lavender to stay, Harry walked up to them. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a dark brown shirt. Bloody hell, he looks good, thought Ginny.

"Hey," Harry greeted.

All Ginny could do was smile. She couldn't get her mouth to start working properly, which may have been a good thing since she was afraid of what might come out.

"Hello, Harry. Such a beautiful night, isn't it?" Lavender asked, enthusiastically.

"Yeah," he responded. "Here are your Chocolate Frogs, Lavender."

"Oh! Thanks! Yum, they're my favorite," Lavender them turned to Ginny and grinned. "Oh no!" she gasped dramatically, "I just remembered that I promised my brother's friend's sister's mother-in-law that I would help her shine her wand. I guess I'll have to get reacquainted with you some other time, Harry. Sorry! Bye!"

And with that, Lavender left an annoyed Ginny standing with a very confused Harry.

Harry laughed. "Wow, I hope her brother's friend's sister's mother-in-law is going to be alright."

"Yeah," Ginny giggled nervously. "I…I have reserved seating."

Ginny and Harry headed toward a log underneath a large willow tree. The log had been enlarged and had a cushioning charm placed on it. Just as they were about to sit down, John Lovegood walked over toward them.

"Ginny!" called John. "And is that – It is! Harry Potter! It's wonderful to finally meet you."

"Er, hello," Harry responded awkwardly.

"You know, I still can't get over that interview you did in your fifth year for The Quibbler. Business nearly tripled because of it. Thank you."

"Oh! You're welcome, Mr. Lovegood."

"You know, Ginny," John started, "It's about time you had a date."

"It's not a date John, now I'll see you tomorrow," Ginny stated, forcefully and clearly embarrassed.

"Alright, I'll see you at chess practice," Mr. Lovegood waved and walked away.

"I'm sorry," apologized Ginny, "Mr. Lovegood is very nosey."

"That's alright. He does run The Quibbler. I know how journalists can be, like Rita Skeeter. Now, what's this about a chess practice?"

Ginny blushed. "It's nothing."

"No, no, Gin, you have to explain," grinned Harry.

Ginny sighed, "Merlin. Alright. I'm a member of the Ottery St. Catchpole chess team. I know it's pathetic."

"Wow, that is pathetic," Harry teased.

"Hey! At least I can win a game of chess, unlike some people who can't even beat Fred," retorted Ginny.

"Fred cheats."

"True."

"So how'd you get involved?" asked Harry.

"Well, it's a Weasley thing. Everyone in my family is good at chess, but my Mum is the one who roped me into the team,"

Harry nodded, as he opened up a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. He began to pick threw them, and throw every one that wasn't red onto the ground. Ginny watched him in amusement.

"What are you doing?" she asked, curiously, after a moment.

Harry looked up. "Well, I figured out that the only color with no bad flavor connotations are the red ones, so I only eat them."

"There's a bad white one?" Ginny wondered.

"Dandruff."

"Ew."

Ginny turned towards the giant screen that was put into place for the film. Harry began eating his candy. "So, when's your next chess match?" he asked.

"Shh," whispered Ginny. "The movie's starting."

The movie, An American in Paris, began. It was an old Muggle film that Ginny loved. She had seen it too many times to count. Harry, on the other hand, had never seen it. Ginny knew the movie by heart, so every now and then; she stole a glance at Harry. He looked happy. She was glad that he was. Ginny had barely ever saw Harry that relaxed while at Hogwarts.

She slowly began to lose track of how long she was watching him. And when she looked back up at the screen, she saw that the movie was coming to an end. The last dance scene had begun. Other people watching the film had gotten up and began to dance along with the music. Ginny had always wanted to dance with someone like that.

Before she realized what she was doing, her mouth said what she desired, "Would you like to dance?"

He looked at Ginny surprised, "Er…well…I don't know. I'm not that-"

Before he could finish his sentence, John Lovegood, who was standing nearby cut in. "She asked you to dance; you dance."

"John!" cried Ginny.

"No, Mr. Lovegood's right. Ginny, I would love to dance with you," Harry smiled.

"Well, no pressure!" Ginny said, very embarrassed and quite delighted at the same time.

"Oh no, none at all," Harry teased.

As they moved closer to the other couples dancing, Harry awkwardly placed his arm around Ginny's waist. Ginny felt a blush slowly creep up her face. They began a slow waltz. Harry swayed Ginny back and forth to the music.

"Where did you learn to dance?" she asked.

"Why?" inquired Harry, "Still thought I danced like I did at the Yule Ball?"

"Honestly, yes," Ginny giggled.

Harry laughed, he hadn't had this much fun in a long time. "I picked it up at all the Ministry balls I had to go to after the defeat of, well, you know."

"Right," Ginny began to gaze at Harry. She knew that she had to say something, "So, how's your hand?"

"Never better," whispered Harry, as they continued to dance slowly around the park.

"You are an excellent dancer, Harry; almost as talented as Neville," teased Ginny.

"Oh yeah?" chuckled Harry. "Are you sure you didn't take lessons from him? You just stepped on my foot."

"Did I? I'm terribly sorry. What should I go for next? I hurt your hand, now your foot," Ginny giggled brightly.

Their dancing started to slow down until eventually they were just standing still, staring into each other's eyes. Gradually, they moved closer and closer until their lips were practically touching. Just as they were about to kiss, something wet hit Ginny in the head. The sky had opened up and it began to pour rain down onto them.

As they ran to shelter, Ginny couldn't help but smile.

A/N: So there's chapter 2. Let me know what you think!