A/N This is my first story, well the first one I have published on here! So go easy on me :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's!

Harry Potter was thick; hell, everybody knew that. But he had known Hermione Granger for over five years, and he could decipher her knowing looks toward him. Harry got these looks from Hermione every time he invited Ginny Weasley to sit with the Trio at meals, or walked back from Quidditch practice with her.

Harry also knew he needed to do something about his feelings for Ginny as soon as possible because Ginny Weasley was very popular with the boys. There were many reasons for this; she came from a well-known wizarding family, and that added to her charming personality and stunningly good looks made boys practically line up to talk to her. Harry saw all of this, and hated it.

Harry needed advice.

The person he should go to was obvious, but Harry did not think he could stand the 'I was right, again' look. So he was thinking of who else would help him.

Parvati - 'No, she'd just giggle,' he thought irritably.

Lavender - 'I'm pretty positive she hates me by association.'

Neville - 'He would have no clue what to do.'

Dean - 'He'd punch me.'

Seamus - 'I do NOT want to hear his advice on girls.'

Sighing heavily, Harry had made his decision. He was setting on the path of no return, there was no going back now.

He was going to ask Hermione for advice (cue scary music and storm sounds).

Hermione was in the library (of course), leafing through an enormous book titled: Advanced Charms for Fun. Harry came to a halt behind her and whispered her name, trying not to disturb a group of Fifth Years studying at a long table nearby. She turned in surprise and said, "oh, hey Harry." before turning back to her book muttering something about a floating voice. Harry decided to try again.

"Hermione, I need to talk to you."

No response.

"Turn around!" he said louder this time.

Still nothing.

"HERMIONE!" She turned to glare at him, irritated.

"Yes?"

"I kind of...need...ermm... well I need your help."

She sighed. "What did you and Ron do this time? Please don't tell me it is giant spiders again because you two described that experience very well." "We-" She didn't stop rambling. "This will probably be very messy, AND it will cut way into my study time. I bet we'll break loads of school rules doing something probably illegal and dangerous. You and Ron need to behave!"

"We didn't do anything today. No spiders, promise." Harry looked down embarrassedly as he continued. "I actually need to tell you something."

"Do I need to find Ron?" Hermione asked uncertainly. "Is it about Voldemort? Because if there's some other prophecy you're not telling us about, Harry Potter, I will hex you so bad!" Several students sitting nearby peered at them curiously, but rolled their eyes upon seeing who it was.

"No! I...well...erm...I need advice! on...oh bugger," Harry gave up as his face cycled through shades of red. Hermione's face lit up in understanding all of the sudden.

"You fancy someone!" She shouted and Harry leapt across the table clamping her mouth shut. But it was too late; the female half of the library had abruptly all turned around and became silent in anticipation. "Be quiet!" Harry hissed furiously. "Not here, come on!" Smirking, Hermione reluctantly left the library.

As they walked through the mostly deserted corridors, Hermione asked, "So who is she?" Harry blushed again, unable to say anything. "I'm guessing she goes to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded. "Older or younger?" "Younger," Harry choked out, waving at Katie Bell and Demelza Robbins as they walked by. "Slytherin?" Harry raised his eyebrows in a 'are you serious' kind of way. "just checking," Hermione said defensively.

"So which House then?" "Gryffindor."

"Am i friends with her?" Hermione asked as they approached the Portrait Hole. Harry nodded and muttered the password to the Fat Lady (Tentacula). Her portrait swung open and revealed the busy Common Room.

They stepped in and say Ginny sitting on her favourite couch talking with some of her friends. Harry spotted several boys staring at her from chairs nearby and Alex Radley, a fifth year beater reserve was chatting her up. Harry was glaring in that direction until Ginny turned to wave at Hermione and grin at Harry. He smiled back, running into Hermione when she stopped at their usual cluster of deep red chairs by the roaring fire. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him while sitting down.

"Could it be the readhead who has been in love with you since she could talk?" "Hermione, she gave up on me ages ago," Harry said, sitting heavily on his chair, head down. "Harry," Hermione said gently. " Gave up on and stopped liking are two completely different things. I should know. You should ask her out, soon. Other boys have caught on to her amazing personality too."

"I know. It's just...everything is different with her. She's far different than Cho. I can talk to Ginny about anything. She's funny, smart, gorgeous, and brilliant at Quidditch. I just don't know how she'd ever like me!" Hermione giggled. "You've got it bad."

The giggle emitted by Hermione alarmed Ginny from across the room, because Hermione rarely giggled. Especially not around Harry or Ron. Ginny turned and looked at them curiously. Hermione saw her and started to yell something but Harry leapt off of his couch and on top of her with a thump covering her mouth with his hand. Now somewhat worried, Ginny excused herself from her friends and crossed the crowded Common Room.

When she got to the pair she asked, "Um..hey guys. What's going ...on?" She was looking from Hermione to Harry, who realized he was still sitting on Hermione. He retracted his hand and moved awkwardly back to his original seat, saying, "Oh, nothing. Just...you know, chatting about an essay. That's exactly what we were doing."

There was a pause in which Harry started uncertainly at Ginny, and she stared back. Hermione was using all of her willpower to not laugh and keep a straight face. Finally she broke the silence by saying, "I left a book I wanted at the library when I was dragged out by Harry. I'm going to go get it now. Bye!" She stood up with an amused glance at the two of them and left.

Harry was alone with Ginny, and had no idea what to do. He made a mental note to murder Hermione later, in a slow and drawn out way by making her think she was failing every class.

"So Gin, what's with Radley? He looks like he's gonna hex me," Harry said pointing at Alex, was indeed was glaring daggers at Harry.

"Oh, him?" Ginny said, an annoyed look crossing her face, "he won't leave me the hell alone. It's bloody annoying! He shows up everywhere I am trying to talk to me. I expect he's just really jealous." Harry laughed. "Oh right, I understand that." "Yeah, I wonder..." Ginny said thoughtfully.

"Harry, flirt with me," she said suddenly.

"What?"

"Flirt with me!" she said sitting down and fully facing Harry, "Act like you like me. Just fake it! Touch my arm, hold my hand, play with my hair. Stuff like that. I want him to leave me alone, and this just might do it."

Harry nodded, faking nonchalance whilst his insides were dancing wildly. He slid his arm around her and pulled her closer to him; his arm was tingling so much he was surprised Ginny didn't feel it. They started talking and fell into their normal banter; which amounted to flirting.

"I have a question," Harry said a few minutes later, holding Ginny's hand. "Was it you who turned all of Ron's clothes pink last summer?" Ginny grinned. "Maybe. I'm not quite as innocent as most people seem to believe." Her eyes twinkled mischeviously as she said this. "You? Innocent?" Harry snorted. "You're worse than the twins!"

"Where do you think they get their best ideas?"

Harry laughed. "So much evil in such a gorgeous witch!" he said while shaking his head. Ginny smiled, though she was surprised at the compliment. She wasn't sure if this conversation was still fake or not.

"You know Ron may be my best mate, but he is not my favourite Weasley. Neither is your Mum, actually." Ginny, still thinking he was joking, laughed. But then his impossibly green eyes bore into her deep brown ones as he focused completely and seriously on her.

"I'm not joking. Gin, you are my favourite. You just have a way of always making me feel better." Ginny was even more shocked, but merely smiled and put her head on Harry's shoulder.

Suddenly, Alex Radley skidded to a halt in front of them, breaking the nice moment. "Ginny!" He whined. "Yes?" she asked exasperatedly. "You said you'd be right back! Now you've been over here with him." He glared at Harry. "Alex?" Ginny stopped Alex before he could go on and he looked at her hopefully.

"Listen to what I say. Now, you're a sweet guy and a fair Beater, but i'm not interested. And i'm normally very nice and hate to be rude but I can't take it anymore. Leave. Me. Alone." Alex's mouth was wide open as he spluttered, "But...we could've been...I feel...I...I loved you!" "We never even dated, and you have been driving me bonkers! I do not feel the same way. I like somebody else, quite a bit actually." Alex nodded and ran out of the Common Room, shoving the incoming second years out of the way. Hermione had watched the entire exchange but sat back to observe Harry and Ginny for a while longer.

"Thank you, Harry," Ginny said standing up and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek before starting to walk back to where her friends were gathered.

"Hey Gin!" Harry called after her. She turned around, "Yes?"

"Who's this bloke you fancy?"

Ginny grinned, a slight pink tinge coming to her cheeks. "You'll find out soon enough."

And with that she winked and bounded off to her friends.

Hermione walked up to where Harry sat, still staring after Ginny. Harry turned to face Hermione. "So...you and Ginny?" she said cheekily, smirking at him. "Shut it," he replied, but he was smiling. "I know, I know, you're always right. You've been my best mate for six years, I really should have known this beforehand."

"I always knew you were smart, Harry."