A/N: Mkay, so this is a lot of firsts for me. It might suck. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form.

Harry opened his eyes and immediately reached for the glasses on his bedside table. He wondered what he was going to do today. It was a Saturday, and all of his friends were going to Hogsmeade. But, alas, Harry was stuck here at the castle.

Across the room, another boy was slowly waking up. He gets to go to Hogsmeade, Harry thought miserably.

"Morning, mate," yawned a still-delirious Ron.

"Good morning, Ron," Harry replied.

"I can't wait to go to Hogsmeade! I hear Zonko's has got a new shipment of Dung-oh. Sorry, Harry. Forgot," the redhead finished weakly.

"It's fine," snapped Harry.

"Well… do you want to get ready and go have breakfast? I don't have to leave for another hour."

Harry sighed. "Um, sure."

"Morning, Harry!" chirped Hermione as Harry plopped down on the bench.

"Morning, Hermione," Harry grumbled.

"Yes, good morning, Hermione," said Ron in a less-than-happy voice. "So VERY nice to see you."

Hermione flushed in anger. "Ron, I didn't see you! You take everything too seriously!" Her eyes glinted dangerously. Well, who ever said Ron was good at reading people's expressions?

"You bloody well saw me!" he screeched.

About ten feet down the table, Seamus Finnigan paled. "BANSHEE! BANSHEE AT HOGWARTS!" He ran from the room, tears streaming down his face and arms flailing wildly.

Harry shoved the rest of his toast in his mouth and stood up. Hermione and Ron were still fighting. As the raven-haired boy walked away, he heard Hermione scream "AT LEAST I'M NOT GINGER!" He rolled his eyes. He had the weirdest friends ever.

Harry watched from the Grand Entrance as his friends left him. Although he would never tell anyone, he hoped they would get in trouble. And that SO did not mean he was bitter. I mean, being bitter is for losers.

Then you're the biggest loser I know, said his annoying inner voice.

Shut up, stupid.

Don't call me stupid, stupid.

Don't tell me what to do.

Harry stormed down towards the lake. He was going for a swim, robes or not. On his way down the hill, he saw a familiar face.

Oh, God no.

"Hiya Harry!" squealed a little first-year, Romilda Vane.

"Hullo, Romilda," Harry muttered.

"So, Harry… What's it like to be famous?" she squealed.

"Ummm…very normal. It's how it's been since I was here at Hogwarts. Now, please, can I go?" Harry looked at her with pleading eyes. He couldn't even take a walk on the lake without being ambushed in some way or another.

"Just one more question, Harry. PLLLEEEAASEEE?"

Harry put on his sulking face. "Fine."

Romilda smiled at him, clearly trying to be cute. "Harry James Potter-"

"How do you know my middle name?"

"Shhh, Harry. Harry James Potter, will you go out with me?" She grinned hopefully.

"NO. I don't even know you that well. Plus, I like someone else." Why did he let that slip? Harry was mentally banging his head against a brick wall.

Romilda stood up and edged closer to Harry. "WHO WHO WHO? I HAVE to know!"

Harry blushed. "I can't tell you. You'll tell them and everyone else at Hogwarts!" Including the teachers…..and that includes Dumbledore. The thought of the old man giving advice on Harry's love life scared him.

"Ha-a-a-aryyyyyy! Please! I pinky swear I won't tell a soul," she pouted. Oh no. Was she about to-she was. The puppy dog eyes. Harry was a sucker for that expression.

"Ugh, fine. I'll give you a hint," Harry grumbled.

Romilda was too busy quivering with excitement to answer. Harry rolled his eyes.

"They have red hair. There. Happy now?"

Romilda's happy face turned into one of disgust. "RON WEASLEY? Well, I could see that, but I didn't know you swung that way…"

Harry started to correct her, but realized that it would be better this way. If she told Ron, he would know it was a lie. But if she told Ginny the truth, it would be hard to convince her otherwise. He decided to leave it alone. "Umm…yes. So, uh, don't tell anyone, okay?"

"I promise, Harry. I swear on Godric Gryffindor's grave." She looked completely innocent.

Harry was shocked. That was the most serious swear a Gryffindor could make. "Er…yeah! Uh, thanks, Romilda!"

"Don't mention it, Harry! We all have that forbidden crush!" Romilda was now a faint shade of pink.

Harry started to ask, but Romilda was skipping away. "Bye Harry! See you later!"

She's…strange.

You know it, buddy.

Harry continued his stroll down to the lake. He appreciated the feel of the early fall sun on his face.

That's when Harry walked straight into another person. He tumbled to the ground. Since when was the ground so hard? Harry felt around for his glasses and placed them on his nose. He turned to where the other person was struggling. "Hey," he said, scrambling to his feet, "need some help?" he offered his hand.

"Umm…sure…" the girl said timidly. Harry couldn't see her face, but she had brilliantly red hair. Maybe he knew her. As she grabbed his hand and straightened up Harry could see her face. Ginny Weasley? As they made eye contact, Ginny blushed furiously and took her hand back.

As she took a step back she tripped over her own feet. Harry grabbed her by the shoulders and steadied her. "Hullo, Harry! Umm…what are you…umm…doing here?"

Harry tried to flatten his hair. "Well, erm, my uncle didn't sign my permission slip, so I can't go to Hogsmeade." He scowled at the ground.

Ginny seemed to be thinking hard about something. "So, uh, do you want to, you know, hang out?"

Harry smiled warmly. "That sounds great, thanks."

Ginny blushed again. Is she okay? Harry wondered. He didn't want her to pass out or something. That would not be good. At all. "Uhh, Ginny, would you like to go to inside? You look a bit red…" Harry trailed off.

Ginny turned even redder. "Y-yes. That would be great." She avoided Harry's eyes, instead choosing to look at her shoes.

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and started pulling her towards the castle. She was getting pulled along, and she didn't like it. So she did the unthinkable-

"Hey Harry, race you to the common room!" And with that, she sprinted into the main entranceway. Well, Harry wasn't about to be beaten so easily.

He put on a sudden burst of speed. He and Ginny were both going towards the Fat Lady as fast as their legs could carry them.

"HOGWASH!" they screamed in unison. The Fat Lady squealed and swung forward to admit them. They dove through the portrait hole and landed on their chests, breathing heavily.

Harry slowly rolled over onto his back. "I win," he stated.

"WHAT?" Ginny yelled. She sounded mad, but Harry could see that she was grinning hugely.

"Mhm," he said, "Fair and square." He was actually having fun with Ginny! He wasn't stumbling over his words or saying something stupid. He didn't even trip when they were racing!

Ginny's blush was creeping back over her cheeks. Harry groaned internally. What if they had to go see Madam Pomfrey? "No," Ginny said more quietly than before. "I won, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Yeah, whatever," Harry said with a grin. Then silence fell. You could hear a pin drop. Harry cleared his throat. "So, uh, how about a game of Gobstones?"

Ginny shook her hair out of her face. "Sure."

A/N: Good? Bad? Pleeeaaseee review. I will be your best friend. :)