Hi! This is a chapter with a big H/G. I know you've been wondering where it is, but I promise--here it is.

"Hey."

Harry looked up to see Ginny sitting on the couch across from him. She looked absolutely bored.

"Hi, what's up?" Harry asked, pushing aside his Divination essay he's been trying to finish. He still had three more inches to cover, and he still couldn't think of anything interesting about the stars.

Ginny nodded over to the Girls Dorms. "Hermione. She's been sulking all day."

"I don't blame her," Harry replied, "I wouldn't like it either if Malfoy kept hitting on me."

Ginny looked disgusted. "Well, let's just hope Malfoy's not gay."

"There's a slight chance."

Ginny laughed, and her eyes sparkled. Harry never noticed how beautiful her eyes were. And her hair looked so soft--he wanted to run his fingers through it---

What was he thinking? This was Ginny; Ron's little sister. He shook himself into sanity.

"So, when do you think we can start Quidditch practice?" Ginny asked. She grinned. "You being Quidditch captain and all."

Harry blushed. "Well, I was thinking since LaLlama's been keeping us for a long time, the best times are Wednesday and Saturday evenings--we don't have rehearsal that day."

Ginny nodded. "But, that will collide with Chess and Charms Club; Dean and Seamus are in both," she added, referring to the Beaters.

"Screw that."

Ginny giggled her rich laugh again. Her eyes flickered to Harry's Divination essay.

Harry groaned, and shoved the parchment under Ginny's nose, who eagerly grabbed it and started reading over it.

It didn't take Ginny very long to read a foot long essay, and as she lay it down, she smiled. "It's really good Harry!"

Harry looked down at the piece of scrunched up paper doubtfully. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Harry broke into a grin. He's never felt so secure with anyone else like this before. He wanted to grab Ginny and--

The door to the Fat Lady's canvas opened, and Ron climbed in, looking very disgruntled.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked immediately.

"Malfoy," Ron growled. He climbed the stairs to the Boys Dorms, and disappeared, the door banging shut.

Ginny and Harry exchanged glances, and Harry rushed up the stairs to find out what was on Ron's mind, still thoughts running through his mind that he was so close to kissing Ginny Weasley...

But, his mind was to find out what was going on with Ron.

Harry closed the door, and turned to Ron, who was grudgingly sitting at the edge of his four-poster bed.

"What's up?" he said pitifully, and Ron jerked his head over to see Harry.

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Well, okay--" Harry said, moving to leave Ron in peace, when he exploded.

"That idiot was flirting with Hermione right in front of me! She was pushing him away, but NOO, he had to go and torture the poor girl!" Ron yelled, his face turning bright red.

Before Harry could say anything, the door opened again, and this time, Hermione and Ginny stood in the doorway. Ginny was staring at Ron, her mouth wide open while Hermione was avoiding his eyes.

"Erm--Ron, could I talk to you? Alone?" Hermione looked at Harry and Ginny, who nodded and left the room.

The door closed behind them, and Ginny immediately put her ear against the door.

"No use doing that," Harry told her, "The doors are soundproof."

Ginny groaned. "Should have known."