Ginny's P.O.V.

Fidgeting nervously, Ginny Weasley looked at herself in the mirror for what she thought was the hundredth time. She looked okay, and she hoped dearly Dean would think so too. The way you look on a first date can mean everything and she wouldn't want to show up looking horrible.

Ginny wondered why she was so nervous. She was only really dating Dean to get Harry jealous. But then again, there was a part of herself that was really starting to develop feelings for Dean. Not that she would ever admit that to herself.

Focusing her attention on her reflection, Ginny scanned over her outfit again. She was wearing a tight brown skivvy, a fluffy white waist-coat, tight muggle jeans and beige boots. All in all an okay outfit for a first date. At least, that was what Ginny hoped.

Heart pounding rapidly, Ginny turned and walked quickly down the girls' dormitory stairs. The sooner she got to Hogsmeade, the sooner she could meet Dean and stop worrying about the way she looked. However, she was momentarily distracted from her path when she saw Harry. He was sitting alone by the fire, staring aimlessly into the dancing flames.

Ginny hoped desperately that she could slip past without him noticing, but apparently luck was not on her side. No sooner had she gotten halfway to the portrait hole, did Harry turn suddenly to her.

'Ginny?' he called out.

Ginny froze and turned slowly to face him. As Harry's gaze landed on her, however, his gaze widened in surprise.

'Er, yes?' Ginny replied to him.

'Wow. You look… you look good. Really good,' said Harry, surprise echoing in his voice.

Ginny couldn't help the red that tainted her cheeks.

'Oh, um. Thanks. I think,' she said a little unsurely.

'Where are you… where're you going?' asked Harry, still looking at Ginny with a mixture of awe and surprise.

'Um. My date. With Dean.' Didn't he realise? He was there when Dean asked her.

Harry looked even more surprised before his expression grew grave.

'Oh. Right. I forgot about that… have fun then,' he said coldly before turning and staring back into the fire.

Ginny frowned.

'What's wrong?' she asked.

'Well you already know how I feel about Dean… ' replied Harry, disdain clear in his voice.

Ginny scowled. She had forgotten about what Harry had said the night Dean asked her out. He was so infuriating judging Dean as if he had the right to. Which he so definitely didn't.

'Right. And you already know how I feel about what you said. It may have been true half a year ago, but now Dean has changed. If you'd like to take it up with him, go ahead, but you need to stop harassing me about it,' she said firmly.

'Fine,' replied Harry stiffly.

'Fine.'

'Good.'

'Good.'

'Urgh!' Both Harry and Ginny gave a frustrated a huff before Ginny turned sharply and strode right out of the common room.

Ginny arrived in Hogsmeade, still ticked off at Harry. He had no right at all to be passing judgments on Dean. Why does he care anyway? It's not like it affects him… Ginny thought sourly.

Maybe it's because, like he said, he doesn't want to see you get hurt… a reasonable voice spoke in her head.

No. Ginny refused to believe that. Why all of a sudden did he care, huh? How could she be expected to believe he was concerned after all that he had done to her? No. He'd have to do a lot more than that to get her to believe that he was sorry…

Ginny met Dean outside of the Three Broomsticks and immediately he recognised that she was agitated.

'Are you okay?' he asked gently.

Ginny gave a sigh.

She hated herself for it… but Harry had made her doubt him.

Hesitantly… she murmured,

'Well yeah, it's just… look… Dean… do you promise me that you really have changed… that you won't cheat on me?' she asked.

Dean looked taken aback.

Then he smiled gently.

'Of course. I'd never think about cheating on you. I promise,' he said, taking her hand.

Ginny relaxed a little.

'Good. Thank you, Dean,' she said.

Dean smiled at her.

'It's nothing. The last thing I would want to do is hurt you,' he said.

Ginny smiled at him.

'Thanks. Now let's go in. I'd like to start this date, if that's okay,' she said.

'Of course. After you,' said Dean, reaching forward to open the door for Ginny.

Smiling, Ginny headed into the Three Broomsticks, closely followed by Dean.

Once at a table, Dean ordered two Butterbeers (whilst insisting on paying for both) and then faced Ginny.

'Thank you, by the way,' he said.

Ginny looked puzzled.

'For what?' she questioned.

'For saying yes. To go on a date with me,' said Dean.

'Of course I'd say yes. I mean, after what happened on New Year's Eve I would've thought you'd ask… and I was right. Besides, I would have said yes even if we hadn't kissed. I… I really like you, Dean,' said Ginny.

Dean smiled brilliantly.

'I really like you too, Ginny,' he replied.

Ginny smiled too just as Madam Rosmerta arrived with their drinks.

For the rest of the time Dean and Ginny spent in the Three Broomsticks, they talked about pretty much everything. School, Quidditch, interests, anything that they could really think of and by the time Ginny stepped out of the bar into the cold streets of Hogsmeade, she knew more about Dean than she did some of her dorm mates. She also found that she really was starting to like him and, apart from feeling a little guilty for Harry, she couldn't have been more pleased.

What was more as Dean and Ginny continued down the streets small flakes of snow started falling steadily from the sky.

Ginny gasped.

'It's snowing! Dean, it's snowing!' she cried in excitement.

Dean laughed.

'Awesome. Maybe if we go into Spintwitches for a while, when we get out it'll have stuck to the ground,' he suggested.

And so Dean and Ginny walked into the Quidditch shop, spending a lot of time there. It helped that both Dean and Ginny had knowledge of Quidditch. However, when Ginny started talking about Seeker moves, Dean admitted to not knowing many.

Ginny, of course, had her brothers who had been into Quidditch since they could ride a broom. After many years of spying, watching and even sneaking out, Ginny had become just as learned in Quidditch as they were. Thanks to Charlie, she had also been successful in learning Seeker moves, as well as Chaser.

Dean, being a Chaser himself, didn't bother to learn Seeker moves, of course, so Ginny found it a little irritating to talk to him about that particular position.

Refusing to think just who might be a better person to talk to about Seekers, Ginny moved on from the subject. It wouldn't do to be wishing she was with someone else on her very first date with her new boyfriend.

So after forty-five minutes in the Spintwitches, Dean and Ginny headed outside again. Unfortunately, only a thin layer of ice had appeared on the ground.

'How about, if the snow doesn't stick by this afternoon, we meet up tomorrow, when it does,' said Ginny.

Dean smiled.

'Okay then.'

But it would appear that luck was on their side. For when they returned to the Gryffindor common room (neither, Harry, Ron nor Hermione were there, for which Ginny was glad of) and spent time there together, sometime later they looked out the window and saw there was now a layer of pure white snow, about three inches thick upon the ground.

Ginny leapt up excitedly, grabbed Dean's hand and ran right out of the common room. She ran all the way out to the grounds, all the while pulling Dean along, and didn't stop until they were out in the snow.

Looking back, Ginny had no idea who actually started the fight. It just… happened. And then all of a sudden she was being pelted with snowballs, and was pelting them right back.

Then after a lot of snow, cold and wet, the duel was finally over a Ginny was crowned victor.

'Ha! I win!' she cried in victory.

Dean chuckled.

'Okay, Ginny. You played well,' he said.

Ginny grinned at him, but couldn't help but wonder if he had let her win.

Shaking that thought from her mind, Ginny looked up at Dean.

'So what do you want to do now?' she asked.

Dean grinned roguishly. 'I think I have an idea.'

Harry's P.O.V

Harry stepped out of the Library, giving a long sigh of relief. He had just finished doing his Transfiguration homework, something that Hermione had been irking him about for days. He was finally finished. However, Ron was still only three quarters of the way through. Harry, who had blatantly refused to spend another minute in the cell that they called a Library, had left his best mate and best friend and was on his way to the Gryffindor common room.

He was almost there when he suddenly remembered Ginny's date with Dean. He hoped greatly that neither Dean nor Ginny would be in the common room, as he didn't think he could stand it.

Stepping into the Gryffindor common room, Harry headed straight for his favourite armchair. But then stopped dead in his tracks.

Ginny and Dean were sitting (or more really, lying) on a sofa, kissing fiercely. Dean's hands were moving over Ginny's body, his fingertips exploring practically every inch of her and Ginny's hands were threaded tightly in Dean's dark curls, her body moulded snugly against his.

Jealousy burned hot and scorching throughout Harry's body and he instinctively took a step back.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was walk over there and start tearing Dean apart, limb from limb. But that was a little violent and a tiny bit irrational.

So instead, he settled for yelling. He was just about to start bellowing, when the better side of himself interrupted. Ginny wouldn't like it if he interrupted her. Not at all. That would only make her madder.

Shaking his head, Harry took a step back. No. He couldn't interrupt them, for fear of making Ginny well and truly hate him.

Turning, Harry almost ran from the common room, picking up speed out in the corridors so he was flat out running.

Now that the jealousy had gone, there was now a painful ache in the pit of his stomach. It was just so unjust. Why couldn't he just have this one thing? Why couldn't he just have Ginny?

Harry jerked to a stop. Here was another situation that he now understood. Ginny… how she must have felt to have him and Cho in her own house, kissing practically every second…

Groaning, he moved to the wall, sliding down and placing his head in his hands. Not only did he now understand fully how she felt (which honestly had to be the worst Harry had ever felt in his life), he now felt he owed her a lot more apologies. He couldn't help but think that had it been the other way around, he wouldn't have forgiven himself either.