Heres the next chapter! Thank you all for the reveiws, and I hope you apreciate that this chapter is longer. :) I'm not sure how often I'll update on this story, but I keep getting a ton of ideas for it, and I'm really into writing it, so I think I'll update pretty often at the moment.

Hope you enjoy!

Realizing And Hoping

A few days went by, and Harry was a bit thankful that he really hadn't had the time to think back to his encounter with Ginny.

What he didn't know, was that Ginny had almost never stopped thinking about it. So many things were going through her mind, so many questions. Had he felt the same as she did when their hands had met one another? She felt she was just being a bit hopeful trying to think that he might like her back...that was almost impossible, right? She had liked him, ever since she had laid eyes on him, but she had been such a blushing tomato around him, Harry never had the chance to get to know her. Only this year had she managed to be near him and actually talk without blushing. She sighed, her feelings for him were stronger than ever after their encounter. She shook her head, she would just have to see if they got a chance to talk again.

And a chance they got, at lunch a few days after their previous encounter. Walking into the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione were bickering once again, and by the time they reached the table had decided they weren't speaking and sat far away from each other. Harry sighed, looking at his friends and knew he wasn't about to pick one of them to sit by. He went and sat in a different place from either of them, and he only noticed after he had sat down that he had sat down next to Ginny. He was immediantly reminded of their last meeting, what he had started thinking... He shook his head, he shouldn't be thinking that.

"Hi Ginny." He said kindly.

"Hello Harry." She said with a small smile. "Not sitting with Ron and Hermione?" SHe asked curiously, deciding to attempt conversation.

"No, their fighting. Again." he sighed. She looked at him in sympathy.

"Well, I'm sure they'll get over it eventually. They always do." She said knowingly.

He nodded. "So um, how are you?" He asked a minute later, deciding to make his own attempt at conversation.

"I'm good. How are you?" She asked with a smile. Honestly, inside, she was estatic that they were talking.

"Im fine." He answered, suddenly mesmerized by her smile. He realized he was almost staring at her, and quickly looked down at the table to his plate and busied himself with eating, trying not to blush.

Ginny sighed a minute later as she heard a couple older students talking about an upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. "I wish I was old enough to go to Hogsmeade." She sighed.

It was Harry's turn to wear a sympathetic look. "You'll get to see it next year." He said softly.
"If it makes you feel better, I didn't get my form signed so I don't really get to see it either." He said.

"Oh. That sucks. Seems worse that you have to watch everyone else in your year go." She said gently.

He shrugged. "Its not as bad as it seems." He said, but it was mostly a lie. She just nodded, a bit unconvinced.

They ate and silence for a few moments, then Harry glanced at Ginny. He was quickly overwelmed with the feelings and thoughts he had in the corridor. He couldn't help thinking that he wished he could talk to her more... He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way about her, this was Ron's sister... but, he couldn't help the feelings he was starting to have for her.
Why hadn't he noticed how pretty, how beutiful and sweet she was before? Why hadn't he realized how much he could enjoy talking to her?

You can't think this way about her.. he firmly reminded himself. But he knew it was useless. He couldn't look at her now without thinking that way.

He suddenly became hyper aware that he was sitting next to her, that they were a bit close.
And he once again realized he was almost staring at her, when she turned and looked at him quizzically.

"You okay Harry?" she asked softly, he looked very...conflicted over something.

"Yeah. Um, yeah, I'm fine." He manged to get out, smiling reasuringly at her. Ginny returned the smile, and their eyes met.

As their eyes met, both Harry and Ginny were overcome with the feeling of atraction to one another. They both quickly looked down, blushing.

A minute later the bell signalling the end of lunch rang, and people started getting up and heading out of the Great Hall.

Ginny stood up, looking at Harry. "Well, it was nice talking to you Harry." She said softly.

Harry stood up as well. "Yeah, it was nice talking to you too." He smiled. She smiled back gently, before heading out of the Great Hall.

Harry sighed, wondering what the heck he was gonna do about these feelings he had as he headed out of the Great Hall. It was useless to try and not think about them now, not now as they were so strong. He supposed, he would just hope to talk to her more, and maybe be friends. This because, he had no idea that Ginny felt the smae way he did.

Meanwhile, Ginny was walking to her next class, her heart pounding as her thoughts went wild. She might have been mistaken, but she could have swore Harry was looking at her in a way that someone who was just a friend, did not look at a friend. Could he possibly like her back...? She usually didn't let herself get her hopes up so much, but she liked Harry so much, she couldn't help it. She smiled softly to herself as she thought of him smiling gently at her...his green eyes staring back into her brown ones...

There was still a great chance that she was just wishing, that Harry really didn't like her that way, but she let herself hope for once. Simply because, she knew she could never like someone as much as she liked Harry.

As Harry took a seat in his next class, his last thought before the teacher started talking was, I like Ginny Weasley. Could she possibly one day like me back? I hope.