Harry and Ginny were sitting together in the common room quietly doing their homework. Ginny seemed happier today then she had for a couple of weeks, Harry considered this a good sign. She was curled up on the other end of the couch reading a book and nibbling on her bottom lip, something Harry noticed she only did when she was either concentrating on or was nervous about something. He reached out to grab her hand, but she seem unaware of it, in fact she seemed unaware of the book in front of her as well. Harry had tried to get her to tell her about what she had dreamed about, but he wasn't as gifted in the ''getting people to spill secrets'' department. Ginny seemed to have a knack for asking the right questions and getting the information she wanted, he wished he had it too, or even just to glimpse into her mind. He moved a little closer to her and reached for her hand. Her eyes darted quickly at him, and then Harry could feel her whole body relax. She smiled a little and rolled her eyes.

"Please, Scare me Harry…I love it." Ginny said teasingly.

Harry smiled and shrugged. "Hey…if you say so…that essay is due in an hour."

Ginny glared at him and Harry shifted under her gaze that matched her mother's almost to a T. "Not, Funny--I'm sorry." Harry said pulling her closer to him.

"Why don't we take a break? Go down to the lake?" Harry asked this while already closing his books and not waiting for an answer.

Ginny smiled and nodded closing her book and setting it on the couch. "I'll be right back--take my books with yours?" She asked softly, batting her eyes.

Harry just nodded and watched her walk off towards the girl's dormitories. As she disappeared from sight he turned his attention back towards the pile of books and reached over for Ginny's as well, a piece of parchment was underneath the book. Harry smiled and picked it up, assuming it was a note for him. It wasn't. As soon as he realized it wasn't for him, he knew he should have put it down…but he couldn't….

Alright Diary confession time---seriously.

I think I like Harry…not in a 'oh he's a great guy'' kind of way but in a ''Wow! He smells great!'' kind of a way. I just get so confused sometimes, I mean I know he likes me (I wouldn't be his girlfriend if he didn't) but sometimes he has a hard time showing that he likes me. I guess what gets me is…why? Why does he like me? Why does he think I'm beautiful? Why does he think I'm amazing, and funny and smart? None of it makes sense…I've never had anyone really treat me this way before, after all the stuff that went on with Michael and then with Dean I'm so confused on how he can look at me the way he does. Granted, he doesn't know everything about me…but I'm sure that when he does find out about it all…What Tom did to me, even though it could have been worse, it still hurts sometimes. When he finds out about everything else, Michael, Dean, if he could see some of my thoughts, the way I used to think…I know he'd run away. He'd have to no one will be able to deal with all of my problems…I was only eleven when he told me that, now I'm fifteen there's probably a lot more baggage.

Gotta go, he's smiling at me again Blushes

Harry quickly folded the paper again and stuffed it in one of her books just in time to see her come down the stairs.

"Ready?" Ginny asked standing in front of him looking at him with a weird look on her face, almost as if waiting for him to say something.

Harry just nodded and set the books on the table. "I'm just going to leave these here, I don't think anyone will mess with them."

Ginny nodded and began nibbling on her lower lip. "Yeah, I don't think so."

Harry smiled at her and took her hand. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He asked softly as they began walking.

Ginny just smiled and nodded. "You tell me almost everyday."

Harry grinned. "Well, I mean it. Ginny you're beautiful."