Chapter 4- Cold and Protected

Thanks for the positive reviews :D! I apologize again for the mistakes in the last chapter but hopefully there should be less in this chapter as this laptop has spellcheck. As usual, anything you recognise doesn't belong to me. You know the drill. Enjoy and review ! This is where a little action takes place…

Ginny walked out onto the large, green grassed Quiddich pitch early that cold, autumn morning, caring her broom in one hand while still in her tight white pyjama top and baggy blue checked night trousers . She had gotten up especially early to practice like she always did at this time back home. All her dorm mates were still in deep slumber when she had left her warm, four poster bed and she had hoped that they would stay that way until she had finished her usual 10 laps of the pitch and a few of her special shots she had been working on. But she was wrong…

She was half way through one of her many laps around the colourful Quiddich pitch when she saw a figure in the distance. She didn't recognise it immediately so she just carried on. Then the person whom had been walking the long distance from the school came into view and Ginny landed her broom and touched the floor with her dainty feet then slid carefully off her old, battered broom.

She waited patiently for the figure to walk onto the Quiddich pitch and get close to her before addressing the mysterious stalker.

"Hey Harry," Ginny said but it sounded more like a whisper as the wind carried her soft voice away.

The person who was 'stalking' that morning happened to be Harry Potter. He was wearing some grey muggle trackies, white, mucky Nike trainers and a plain black hoody. His hair was as messy as ever in the chill, crisp, morning wind. His cheeks were flushed from the cold that Ginny had failed to notice while she was doing her care-free drills on the pitch.

"Hey," Harry smiled giving her a cocky grin. She smiled back, looking into his deep emerald eyes and once again, feeling her elegant cheeks as they deepen into a marvellous shade of scarlet.

"So…why are you out so early?" Ginny questioned, letting her curiosity get the better of her.

"Out for a walk," Harry said, Ginny giving him a weak, lopsided smile as she knew exactly what 'going for a walk' meant. There was a small moment of silence until Harry spoke again.

"Anyway, why are you out so early? And in your pyjamas too, you must be frozen." Harry exclaimed in disbelieve, eyes almost popping out of their sockets in amazement and Ginny failed to keep in a small giggle.

"I was just out doing some drills before try outs, need to brush up on some things," Ginny answered and without realising, she started shivering in the freezing morning mist, folding her arms and rubbing her hands up her upper-arm in an attempt to get warm.

"Blooming hell Gin, you're going blue," Harry squealed, while unzipping his warm black jumper a rapping it around Ginny. He was right; her lips had gone an outstanding shade of icy blue as an effect of the cold. She smiled up at him as he completed this gesture, hugging her side ways to keep warm as he walked her back up to the giant grey castle on top of the enormous grassy hill.

As they reached the top, outside the large oak doors of Hogwarts, Ginny removed Harrys' jacket off her slender shoulders and put it back into is surprisingly soft hands. She hadn't noticed as they were walking up from the Quiddich pitch but Harry had nothing underneath his hoody over than a tight, short sleeved pyjama top. It hugged all of his perfectly toned muscles that he had gained from all of his Quiddich training.

She looked up and stared again into his wonderful, shimmering emerald eyes.

"Thanks," she whispered not taking her eyes off his which were glancing down into her small, golden eyes.

"Don't mention it," He whispered in the same way Dean had that day on the train.

Before they knew what they were doing, they were leaning into each other while staring hopelessly into each other's eyes, not wanting let go of the other ones look. He leaned in closer, bending down to her lips. She leaned upwards, gathering height from being on her tip-toes.

Just then….BOOM! Went the bomb in the back of Ginny's mind.

"What am I doing?" Ginny asked herself, "I'm over him; he doesn't want me, does he?"

And then, as if remembering where she was, pulled away and turned her head so she couldn't see they hurt look in his lost eyes. She turned her back to him and headed for the door.

"I have to go. Thanks though Harry," She whispered in a rush and ran inside leaving a hurt looking Harry, still standing outside the door, slightly shocked and beating himself up inside.

Ginny ran as fast as she could her to her dormitory and jumped into her four-poster Gryffindor bed. She cried into her pillow, reflecting on what she had just done. She cried, constantly thinking: "what have I done?"