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A/N- You don't know how happy those reviews make me. This chapter is Ginny/Harry and quite lame, short, and boring. Please forgive my sub-par writing.

Chapter 11- Harry

Ginny got down to breakfast early for once and took a seat alone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in a few minutes later and came to sit next to her. Harry, of course, hugged her tightly before sitting down.

"Where do you want to go today Ginny?" Harry asked her.

Ginny shrugged and beamed at him, "I'm happy wherever."

Draco entered the Hall, but did not look at Ginny nor any of the Gryffindors. Ginny noted this mildly and continued to eat her food. Harry, though, watched Draco closely, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Ginny hoped to capture his attention again, "Were you hoping to go anywhere in particular?"

Harry looked back at her, his eyes softening. "Well, we can visit Forge's shop. That's always fun..." he suggested. Ginny's eyes lit up at the thought of seeing her two devilish brothers again and nodded in agreement.

After they finished breakfast, Harry took her hand and they walked outside together. Hermione and Ron followed behind, chatting with each other and occasionally laughing.

Hogsmeade was rather slow that day and the students spread out into all the different shops. Ginny and Harry walked along together in silence, looking in store windows casually.

"Ginny," Harry said after a half hour of walking, "is this boring you?" She only smiled and shook her head. Harry was so wonderful, it had to be him. She had convinced herself it was him in the rain and it felt so perfect to have him be the one kissing, touching, holding...

He grinned almost sheepishly and led her onwards. When they reached the Three Broomsticks, he pulled her inside. They took a seat near the window and he ordered them butterbeers.

"I can't wait for Quidditch to start," he murmured.

"Me neither, I'm hoping to be a chaser this year," she replied.

"I don't think you should have any trouble getting on the team."

"Thanks."

The butterbeers arrived and Ginny sipped her's hastily. Harry watched her a second before drinking some of his as well. Ginny suddenly laughed and handed him a napkin, "You have a beer mustache."

Harry laughed too as he wiped his face off. "I'm really happy you decided to come with me today Ginny," he said, reaching across the table to hold her hands. His hands were warm. She took her hands back and began to put her hair up instead so it looked like she had withdrawn for a reason. Harry was not so easily fooled and looked disappointed. Ginny let go of her hair and looked at him thoughtfully. She reached across the table and put her hand on his cheek gently while leaning forward. He hastily moved closer as well and Ginny kissed him lightly on the lips before leaning back in her chair again. His eyes were burning with raw desire as he looked at her, clearly wanting more.

Ginny got up but motioned for Harry to stay seated. "I'm going to get something. I'll be right back," she assured him. He looked reluctant but let her go.

She stepped outside with relief and walked around the corner of the building, out of sight. Her hands drew out a cigarette from her robes and she lit it eagerly. She took a drag anxiously and exhaled with further relief. After taking a few more quick puffs, she dropped it to the ground and crushed it with her foot. Now she had to get something so Harry wouldn't be suspicious. She walked back to the street and looked at the shop fronts. Careful not to pass in Harry's line of vision from the window, she walked down the road.

Ginny felt a drop of water on her face and she looked up to see dark grey clouds overhead. It started sprinkling on her and she frowned. Harry. Forgetting about an excuse, she ran back to the Three Broomsticks and grabbed Harry's arm, dragging him back outside with her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest. The water fell on them steadily. "I remember..." Harry began, but Ginny put a hand over his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and reached up to stroke her hair affectionately. She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed one of his eyes. He held her tighter.

"I knew it was you all along Harry," Ginny whispered into his chest.

"I knew you would see it someday," he replied softly.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I thought you didn't want me."

"How could you think that?"

"You... never let me touch you."

Ginny's smile faded slowly and she let go of Harry. He let go of her as well and looked at her curiously, the rain falling down his face and splattering on his glasses. His hand reached out and held her's. It was warm.

She pulled her hand back quickly, her eyes clouded with absolute confusion. "But Harry," she murmured, "I did let you touch me."