Ginny tapped her foot impatiently. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She was only half-listening to what Dean was saying, he was probably talking about Irish Quidditch—again. The clock on the wall stated that it was 12:23 pm on a Saturday. Damn, this was not how she intended to spend her Saturday. When Dean had asked her out, she had accepted excitedly. Finally, someone noticed her-but Ginny was quickly fining that dating people had drawbacks.
For example, going to the Three Broomsticks and talking about Quidditch for an hour and a half was considered a 'fun date'. She liked Dean, and she liked Quidditch, but this was becoming all too much to bear. He was beginning to get on her nerves; but what could she say? She sipped her Butterbeer and wished she was back in the Gryffindor common room, even if it meant listening to Thea's crazy punk music. The loud pub was beginning to feel suffocating, and her back was beginning to cramp.
"… and then, just when everyone was beginning to lose hope, Anik reached out and grabbed the snitch in his broken fist; yes, it was broken—but he still caught it." Dean smiled, and Ginny felt compelled to smile back.
"Yeah, he must be pretty strong…" Ginny commented.
"Not as strong as you. I've seen you play; you're amazing—I mean, you play amazing—amazingly…" he stumbled.
Ginny just felt awkward. "Thanks, Dean." She said brightly. "Hey, it's getting a little crowded in here, did you want to take a walk?"

Dean jumped at the chance to do something Ginny wanted. She hadn't said much and it worried him that she wasn't having a good time. He just got so nervous, and when he was nervous, he babbled. He hoped that she didn't mind his Quidditch babbling. She seemed interested in Quidditch so it couldn't be that bad, right?

The cool winter air stung Ginny's face as she and Dean walked outside. The sky was dappled with clouds, and snow slush still lingered in the lane. She shivered. She knew she should have worn something warmer than her pretty green blouse, but the girls in her dorm said it looked perfect for a date; so she trusted their judgement. Turns out 'functional' was not on their priority list.

"Here, you look freezing," Dean offered his coat to Ginny smiling warmly. What a cliché, Ginny thought. He was kind though, and that's what mattered. She accepted his coat with what she hoped was a kind smile, willing her internal babble to cease. She just wanted to have a good time.
"Now you're cold!" She said, for conversation's sake.
"Oh, I'm fine," Dean said, shivering.
Ginny cast a quick warmth-charm, waving her wand and warming Dean with a flourish.
He relaxed a little. "Thanks," he said shyly. He offered her his arm, and Ginny took it.
She imagined how they must look now, a young couple, arm in arm, strolling down Hogsmeade, it probably looked picture perfect. She snuggled up to his warmth and she found talking while walking was tolerable. She pointed out things in shops windows she liked and Dean made fun of the 'stranger' looking objects.

In Zonkos, Dean managed to find a Tomaton; a hat enchanted to constantly feed the wearer tomatoes.
Ginny laughed so hard that she managed to knock down an entire rack of exploding rabbits, sending a cascade of multiplying rabbits down on her and Dean. The resulting anger of the shop manager sent them giggling onto the street. Despite herself, Ginny felt like she was having a good time.

That was, until he tried to do something Ginny wouldn't have expected.

Right in the middle of Hogsmeade, Dean stroked Ginny's hair out of her eyes and leaned down slowly. She froze. What was happening? Was he okay? He saw her startled expression and smiled softly. "Is-is this okay?" He whispered, inches from her face.

She smiled, because that's what people did in romance novels, and whispered: "It's okay." He closed his eyes and Ginny felt his lips come into contact with hers. Was this what kissing was meant to feel like? She closed her eyes and tried to kiss him back—an awkward lips on lips encounter. Was it meant to be this weird? After what felt like a strange eternity, they slowly pulled away, blushing.

Ginny tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, buying time. She smirked at him and held out her hand. "Ready to go, Dean?"

"I'll always be ready with you…" He said, so softly that Ginny nearly missed it. Oh gosh. This was embarrassing. They'd only been on this one date and now he was bringing out weird one-liners? Stop being so cynical, she told herself. This is what dating is like. A girl and a guy, and the occasional awkward moment.

There was a hand touching hers. That was the first thing Ginny was aware of. She blinked and the world came into focus. She was holding her room-mate, Thea's, hand and standing on the edge of a beautiful cliff overlooking the ocean. Thea smiled at her, and Ginny's heart thumped. She squeezed Ginny's hand and whispered in her ear. Ginny couldn't hear what she said over the pounding in her heart and the crash of the ocean waves below. Thea looked so beautiful, the wind whipped her hair around her face and she laughed.

"Are you ready?" Thea asked. Ginny had no idea what she was talking about, but she nodded anyway. Whatever it was, Ginny would just be brave and get over it. Thea stepped to the edge of the cliff, holding Ginny's hand, and they jumped in sync, waiting for the cold splash when they hit the ocean below them.

"Ginny, are you ready?" Thea sounded muffled. Ginny groaned as morning light hit her face. Thea must have opened the curtain s, to the dorm room, like she did every morning. Ginny sat up tiredly, blinking away sleep. Thea turned to face her, and the events of her dream came rushing back like a slap in the face.

"What time is it?" She asked, disoriented.

"It's ten to nine!" Thea practically squealed. "Class begins in 10 minutes. We're going to be late!"

Ginny groaned. She was far too confused to formulate a response. What had she just dreamed about?

Thanks for reading! It will progress soon—I just wanted to give a little back-story to Ginny and some awkward Lesbian moments. Dating a guy when you're into girls can be awkward as hell, but Ginny doesn't know anything other than 'straight'.

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