Chapter 2

Ginny gaped at her friend. Seeing the red blush creep up on Hermione's features, she quickly recovered and let a smirk play across her lips. "Well, well, well. It's about time you realized it." Ginny folded her arms and stifled a laugh as the brunette in front of her held a look of pure shock.

"What?!" Hermione exclaimed. "H-How did you know? I didn't until last month." Despite how smart the 16-year-old was, Ginny never ceased to impress her.

"Well it's pretty obvious that you like him 'Mione. I mean I always knew you had a thing for Ron." Ginny replied, a full on smile gracing her features. "I think it's about time he realizes what he's missing out on." With no more than a wink, the girls trotted up the staircase into Ginny's room and began.

An hour later, Hermione made her way slowly down the stairs toward the kitchen table. There she could see Fred, George, Harry, and most importantly, Ron. All heads swivelled in her direction as she reached the bottom of the stairs. A pink tint filled her cheeks as she made her way into the room and poured herself a cold glass of water, the boys taking in her appearance. Ron's eyes lingered on her, trying to interpret her now-straight hair, and the pair of shorts that – with the help of his sister – she paired with a plaid blouse. His eyes met hers and they each fought back the urge to gape.

Ginny observed each of the boys' faces as she stood behind her best friend/masterpiece. Feeling a swell of pride, she looked over Harry's face and couldn't help but feel slightly sorry that it was not Harry looking at her the way Ron was Hermione. All thoughts were interrupted as her mother entered the room, starting on making lunch for the family and their guests. Ginny announced that she was going to be outside in the garden before leaving the kitchen.

Crookshanks brushed past her leg as she made her way to the bench in the back of the house. Ginny sighed and took a seat, wondering how come the only guys who ever paid any attention to her were gits like Dean Thomas. Sure, she had agreed to go out with him and even snogged him once, but the small bit of happiness he had brought her was nothing compared to how she felt when Harry was around. Looking into his eyes she always felt wonderful. Complete. As if he was the small part of her soul that never seemed to be there when she needed courage, strength, or happiness. Harry Potter would never feel remotely close to how she did for him though. She knew this deep down but still it pained her when she saw happy couples on the street, or watched one of those sappy muggle movies that Hermione had lent her. Sighing, Ginny looked out into the clear, blue atmosphere surrounding her. "Why will I never have that?" She asked herself aloud.

"Have what?" Startled, she let out a small yelp and smacked the boy sitting beside her. "Ouch!" Harry said, laughing at her behavior. Heart pounding in her chest, she shot him a glare.

"Love." She answered before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked away from the green eyes that she loved so much.

"And who says you'll never have that?" He asked, putting his arm around her shoulders and using the other one to turn her head toward him once again. Ginny could feel the heat caress her cheeks as his hand moved back down to his lap. "In fact, I may know of someone who quite fancies you." His words surprised her. Not you. She said in her head as he continued. "He says that your smile lights up his darkest moments and your eyes taunt him in his wildest of dreams." His eyes were now boring into hers and she worried that he could see the love she had built up for him over the years.

"And who might that be?" She asked him, biting her lip.

"I'll give you a hint." He said. Deciding that this was enough for now, Ginny nodded. Taking this as his cue to continue, Harry smiled. "He's getting really nervous sitting here with you." His words hit her like a ton of bricks and she had to fight to control the happy tears burning the corner of her eyes. A smile broke out on her face and she wrapped her arms around him, burying her head into his chest. He returned the hug and let his own head rest in her fiery hair. Each teen held on to the other one as if they were afraid to lose the other. After what seemed like hours, they reluctantly pulled back, silly grins plastered on their faces. They looked into one another's eyes and quickly got lost in their own pools of emotion.

Before they knew it, their faces were merely inches apart, and their heartbeats were sounding loud in their ears. Ginny's eyes closed lightly and then, right there on the bench in the garden, it finally happened. Their lips brushed lightly, and a small shock coursed through Ginny's whole body, threatening to take over her brain. Harry was guiding her along nonetheless as he pushed his lips more firmly onto hers.

"WHAT IN BLOODY HELL!" was the last thing she heard before the darkness swirled in front of her eyes.

A/N: So! There's chapter 2! Hope you guys like it and thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate them and I hope I continue to get them! ;) Anyways, I know it seems sudden on Harry's part but it will be explained. Hope you liked it!