"What are you doing out here," she heard a voice call out to her. She averted her gaze from the dark body of water before her to the shadow cast next to her own sitting figure. She knew that voice. How could she not? It was only the voice she had dreamt of hearing for as long as she could remember. She could recall romanticizing and hoping that his voice would find its way to her waiting ears to confess his love for her. Unfortunately, his voice never came, and neither did his confession. It never would.

To him, she was nothing. To her, though, he was everything, but that meant nothing as well.

"I should ask you the same thing," she replied coolly.

He smiled broadly and stood tall. He took a few more steps in her direction and stopped. That was when he realized she had been crying. He heard her sniffle softly and saw her arms move to her face. Her hands quickly wiped away fresh, stubborn tears and she pushed her ginger bangs behind her ears, only for them to fall back into her face.

He slowly sat down next to her, close enough for their legs to touch. Her arms hugged her knees close to her slender frame and he didn't say a word. He simply watched her stare straight ahead into the vast, starlit night. She seemed a million miles away. Her eyes were glassy, indicating that she was thinking about something else entirely. What am I doing here, he wondered.

"Harry," a third voice called out to the night.

Harry cringed and turned to look. It was Lara, his latest on-again-off-again significant other. The classically beautiful Lara, whom basically all unattached, and even the many attached, males at school would kill to have the opportunity to call her their own. Lara, the American exchange student who seemed to excel at anything thrown in front of her. Lara, whom made friends almost immediately after arrival. Lara, the confident young woman who even had Draco Malfoy wrapped around her perfect finger. Lara, whom Ginny could not stand from the moment they met. Perfect Lara, whom had the perfect man, in Ginny's eyes, within reach since the moment she laid eyes on him.

"Harry," she called again.

"Wait here," he whispered to Ginny. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. He had leaned so close to her. She had been surprised by the intimacy of those two words. She thought seriously about waiting as he slowly stood up and sauntered over to his beautiful girlfriend, not looking back once.

"There you are," Lara's straight white teeth gleamed under the low lighting of the lights of the school.

Harry smiled in return and leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. Lara swiftly wrapped her slender arms around his neck and pulled him close to kiss his lips. Harry didn't resist, and why should he, Lara was his girlfriend.

"You found me," he shrugged and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She snuggled close to him as she breathed in the way he smelled.

"It's so beautiful out tonight," she commented and stopped walking. Lara wrapped her arms around his waist loosely and rested her head on his chest. Harry enveloped her with his own arms and kissed her forehead lightly. "Let's stay out here; I'm sure no one will even miss us from the party, let alone know we're gone."

Harry looked to the lake.

"What were you doing down there anyway," Lara asked.

"Thinking," he answered quickly, "thinking about how beautiful you look tonight." Good save, he thought.

Lara let go of him and walked further away from the school and out towards the dark, empty courtyard. "Why, Mr. Potter, did you just feed me a line?" She smiled seductively at him.

"Perhaps," he responded with a smirk as he followed after her, suddenly feeling as though he might lose control, "but can I help it if my girlfriend is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?"

Lara shrugged with a smile, "I guess not." She looked at him with big, vulnerable eyes and pouty lips. "Come here, you," she said as she sat down in her white skirt on the grass.

Harry finally reached Lara. He too sat down on the grass next to her. Lara did not wait long at all to turn her face to his and touch her lips to his. She then turned her whole body to face his, all the while looping her arms around his neck once more. Harry quickly engaged in the acts his female counterpart had started and began to rub her back.

Soon enough, Harry's cape was laid beneath them and the black fleece jacket that she had taken from Harry a few weeks ago was thrown into a heap a few feet away from where they were. Harry's hand had found its way to the hem of Lara's white, off-the-shoulder shirt that was pushed up passed her pierced navel, a secret her parents had yet to find out. His lips only left hers for her neck a couple of times.

"Harry," Lara leaned upward, resting on her elbows and pushing Harry away for the moment.

"Yeah," he said huskily.

Lara smiled broadly, took Harry's hand and squeezed it quickly. "I think I'm ready."

He didn't need to be told twice. Harry had been waiting since they had first started dating to hear that. Mostly, though, after the previous weekend's activities, he needed to hear those words. It's about bloody time, he thought. He'd been ready a while ago; it seemed as though his body reacted her hers immediately, and she knew it. After they had started dating, she began to tease him by prancing around the common room in semi-revealing clothing, making him jealous that even the guys in the Gryffindor house who weren't dating her could see as much as he could at any given time. She also liked to touch his inner thigh "on accident" during class or just hanging out in the common room. And most recently, she had been putting a stop to their heated, passion and lust filled make-out sessions.

Upon hearing her words, Harry's body surged with hormones and he hastily devoured her lips once again. Lara ran her manicured nails through his hair as Harry's hand slipped up her shirt and began to massage her right breast as he then moved to lightly suck on her neck. This was it-- for both of them. They had both spent quite a bit of time fanaticizing about how this moment would be, and now it was here. They had begun peeling their clothes off when Harry stopped abruptly and sat up. For some reason, he couldn't go through with it. At least not there.

There they were, scantily clad and in the middle of a courtyard at night; Lara in a white lace strapless bra that left little to the imagination, and a pair of matching lace bikini cut panties; and Harry in a thin, tight fitting undershirt and a pair of blue plaid boxer shorts. Lara stared at Harry, wondering what possessed him to stop what he was doing. When she turned her head to see what had captured his attention, she suddenly wished she hadn't.

Directly behind them stood a very disappointed and visibly shocked Ginny Weasley. Lara quickly reached for her shirt and covered up her chest while Harry got off of her and just stared at Ginny. That is, until she turned and ran towards the school.

Lara put on her shirt and shook her head. She leaned over to kiss Harry's cheek before she leaned unnecessarily over his body to grab her skirt. "Thank Merlin we stopped," she sighed, standing up and zipping her just-beyond-the-knee length skirt. She sat down next to Harry once again. When he didn't react, she began to gather his clothing.

"I mean, what the hell was she doing there just staring at us?"

Harry shook his head and ran his hands through his already missed-up hair. He turned his shirt right-side-out and just before putting it on, he kissed Lara's cheek lightly. "We didn't want to do it on the grass anyway," he said, rationalizing their interruption. He stood to put his pants back on. "Lar, I've got to get back inside."

Lara looked up at him questioningly. "Okay," she said, "sure, I can just walk in behind you all by myself. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, Harry."

"Right," he said with a nod.

Lara stood and placed her hands on her hips. She might as well have been tapping her foot. Harry just stared at her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Lara set off towards the school by herself. Harry hurriedly bent down, grabbed his cape and fleece jacket, then took off jogging after Lara. When he reached her, he apologized, offered his hand for her to hold, and leaned in to kiss her neck softly. She smiled smugly and they walked inside hand-in-hand.

And when they entered the common room, and even when Harry's eyes locked with Ginny's, he dropped his cape and jacket on a nearby chair then gave Lara a kiss that made at least half the girls in the room jealous. He didn't think about the way Ginny was feeling once for the remainder of the night, for he was attached to Lara.

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Author's Note:
Hi! waves Thanks for reading this first chapter. This is new territory for me here. I'm definitely a fan of Harry/Ginny, but my forte is writing Ron/Hermione fan fiction. I guess I just wanted to thank all of you who read the first chapter and actually thought it was okay. I'd really love it if you'd hit the little button down there and submit a review. Maybe you could tell me what you'd like to see happen, anything I could improve on, or just a praise… maybe even a flame. Whatever, just let me know what you're thinking!! Oh, and if you wanted to read any Ron/Hermione stuff, you can just click on my name and it'll take you where you wanna be!! Thanks!!
Kate