Chapter 01 : Ginny's Idea.

Ginny Weasley was in a daydream, a daydream where she imagined herself and Harry Potter together, running off into oblivion all whilst holding hands. She dreamed of kissing him and for him to finally notice how desperately she wanted him to make a move for her.

Was that too much to ask? She often questioned herself.

Now, as she sat in the Gryffindor common room, her face pressed against a glass window and her palm supporting the weight of her face, she gazed at the raven haired boy — his round glasses and his familiar scar, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at the joke her brother told him and the way he'd show off his perfect white teeth when he smiled.

"Oh Merlin." Ginny didn't realise that she had said that out loud, as a result, every person in the red and golden colored room was staring at her. Almost immediately, Ginny felt her cheeks flush. If it wasn't already embarrassing enough, Harry had also decided to look at her in her most embarrassing moments.

She only hoped that he hadn't caught her ogling him earlier.

"Are you okay Gin?" It was Ron who decided to speak up, an expression of genuine concern on his face.

Ginny panicked. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm brilliant!" she wanted to die in that one moment, dig a hole and crawl into it, or maybe go into the Chamber of Secrets again, only this time, she'd actually stand in front of the Basilik and wait till the giant snake killed her.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, not only because she was embarrassed but Harry freaking Potter was still watching her.

When neither one of the people in the room bought her excuse, she decided to say something. "Actually, I wanted to talk to Hermione." she looked at the bushy haired girl as her eyes shot up in surprise.

Yes, you, I want to talk to you, is that so surprising for you? She wanted to say. Hermione seemed to catch up on Ginny's poor attempt of saving herself from further embarrassment. Hermione was soon up on her feet, well, not after giggling silently to herself.

Of course she had known about Ginny having the hots for her best friend, what she didn't know was that Ginny had come up with a masterplan already to finally be with him, or at least, for him to notice her.

"Excuse me boys." the witch told her friends and briskly walked towards Ginny, she could see how nervous she was, it always happened whenever she was near Harry. Even she had grown accustomed to it by now.

Once Hermione was within a meter's radius to her, she jerked her towards herself with a jolt. She dragged her to the corner of the spacious room despite Hermione's 'ows'.

"Gin! Stop! My poor arm!" Hermione pulled her arm back, no wonder Ginny was on the Quiddich team, she had bruised up her arm a little from all the pulling. "Do you even have something to tell me or was that an excuse to save yourself from any further misery?" Ginny paled at her friend's words but soon recovered, she had to tell Hermione her brilliant idea and she was fully determined to tell her now.

"Let's talk outside." before Hermione could say anything, Ginny had already pulled her outside the Gryffindor common room, now, as they stalked the halls after curfew, talking, Hermione was growing increasingly worried about getting caught. She was the head girl, she had to do something to stop Ginny but the ginger haired girl just seemed so persistent.

Sighing, she only hoped that she would make this quick before any prefect catches them, imagine how much of a blow would that be to the head girl of the school.

"Ginny, you better talk fast because I swear to Godric, if someone catches us—" frantically, Hermione whipped her head around, her curls bouncing as she did so, and then pulled her down behind an armored knight in the hallway. "Speak, don't make me regret this."

Ginny smiled at her friend, she couldn't be happier at the choice of her friend, just knowing that Hermione cared enough to actually listen to her in the middle of the halls past curfew, made her heart warm. "Yes, as I was saying— I have a brilliant idea of getting Harry to finally notice me." she squealed just when Hermione sushed her down.

"Are you crazy?! She glanced around to make sure no one had caught them. Once satisfied, she sighed in relief.

"Don't you want to hear my thoughts on the plan?" Ginny poked Hermione to catch her attention, in response, the other girl only rolled her eyes, "Like you will give me a choice, talk." she instructed.

Ginny happily continued, she was dying to tell her by now. "Okay so, I've decided to come up with a Kiss Cam for our Quiddich matches." she waited for Hermione to react to her words but nothing came, if you don't count the confused expression on her face. Ginny took the liberty to continue, "Look, you know how kiss cams work in the Muggle world, right?"

It was as if realisation hit Hermione like a bag of bricks, her chocolate eyes went wide and her mouth formed a perfect O. "How do you—"

"There are Muggle movies alright, it's no big deal. I've been watching a few for a while now. Must say, really good." she giggled. "Anyways, as I was saying, tomorrow, it's Gryffindor against Ravenclaw, and of course, we'll all go just like we usually do and that's where you'll come in, you're going to make our seats align in such a way that me and Harry get to sit together and also, away from you lot, for privacy reasons of course, and then the kiss cam will zoom in on us, and bam! We're going to be kissing!"

Hermione let Ginny's words sink in, not only did it sound extremely obnoxious but also had several loopholes. She was also offended a bit when she said away from their lot but she didn't let it show, this was all about Ginny, she had to remind herself.

"How will you get McGonagall to agree on this?" Hermione quirked an eyebrow at Ginny whose smile didn't seem to flatter which for some reason, made hermione annoyed.

"Already worked on that, she thinks it's a nice idea," when Hermione narrowed her eyes at her, she huffed in annoyance. "Fine, I may or may not have left out on the kissing part! But it's okay! She won't do anything too rash, I mean—"

"Ginny, this is McGonagall we're talking about. She will have your head on a stick." Hermione deadpaned.

"So what? She'll stop the kiss cam from happening in next games but this time she doesn't know and it's my only chance to get Harry to notice me, it would be perfect, please 'Mione, pretty please." Ginny made huge puppy eyes and in that moment, Hermione was a goner.

"Okay fine, I'll help you because you're my friend and I love you Gin, even though I think this plan is stupid, I will help you." Hermione let a small smile form on her lips, her heart fluttered at Ginny who was willing to take such drastic steps for her love, and here she was.

"Oh my God! Thank you so mu—" but Ginny never got to finish the sentence because an intended cough had brought them out of their little happy bubble moments ago.

Stunned, both girls looked up from their crouched position to see a familiar pale blond smirking down at them in amusement. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Weaselette and the bloody head girl? Out in the halls after curfew? Interesting, very interesting." Draco couldn't stop himself from sneering, just the petty sight of Gryffindors sent him into overdrive, especially seeing bloody Granger.

Hermione couldn't believe their bad luck, out of everyone they could've been found by, all the bloody prefects, and they were spotted by Malfoy, such a shame.

Hermione and Ginny hauled themselves up. Sometimes, she forgot that he was head boy. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Ginny grit her teeth but he paid her no mind, instead, he turned his silvery gray gaze to his fellow head girl.

"Do you have any idea how badly this could effect your reputation, head girl?" he taunted her, flicking the head girl badge on her robes. "I wonder what would McGonagall say about her favorite student breaking the school rules, hmm." Draco continued annoyingly, he was testing Hermione and she sure as hell knew that.

She wouldn't break in front of him, him of all people.

"Piss off, Malfoy." she sneered in response and grabbed Ginny's arm, already dragging her back to the common room but before she could step inside, she heard a familiar sound that sent chills down her spine.

"30 points from Gryffindor, Granger." and that was when she cursed the system that gave head boy and girl to take and give points to students.

As if it could not be any worse, she heard him say, "Each."