Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or the beginning passage of this chapter. They are the works of J.K. Rowling.

A//N: I decided to go back and reread my story, only to find myself completely disgusted with my first chapter. I tried vamping it up a bit, because I found myself hardly believing Harry's words and actions at all. Hopefully, this version is a bit more honest, but only time will be able to tell. Let me know what you think, anyway! And thank you everyone who continued reading, you are too kind!

After several long moments--or it might have been half an hour--or possibly several sunlit days--they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling. Harry looked over the top of Ginny's head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand, and Romilda Vane looking as thought she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, but Harry's eyes sought Ron. At last he found him, still clutching the Cup and wearing an expression appropriate to having been clubbed over the head. For a fraction of a second they looked at each other, than Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well--if you must.

Once outside the portrait hole, the two made their way silently through the castle, out the entrance hall, and onto the grounds hand in hand. As they made their way past the Whomping Willow, Ginny finally spoke.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that." she said quietly.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do it." he replied lamely.

Ginny smiled. "Well, no matter, the point is, you've finally done it, so now, where does that put us?" she said, getting straight to the point.

Harry looked at her. "Well, I like you Ginny. For quite a while now…and I do, you know, want to be with you." he admitted.

"What did I do to cause such a change in heart?" Ginny asked.

"I..don't know, really. You're so confident now, I like that. Not to mention, you're one of the few girls, or even people in general, who gave me no special attention. I'm sure that has something to do with it." Harry reasoned.

"I was confident last year," Ginny argued, "Plenty of guys noticed me last year, not to sound vain, but I still couldn't seem to win over the famous Harry Potter. Explain that."

"Well, last year was a mess for all of us, really. Between Voldemort's return and Umbridge breathing down our necks, there was hardly time for romance." Harry tried to explain.

"Don't give me that, Harry, you know as well as I do that you're a teenage boy and girls were on your mind, I don't care what kind of images Voldemort was throwing at you. You seemed to have time for Cho, at any rate." she said grudgingly.

"Well, yeah, I was a bit caught up with her. I'd had a schoolboy crush on her since third year…but looking back, it was nothing more than that,really." he admitted.

"Hey, you're one to talk. Weren't you seeing Michael Corner around that time last year?" Harry threw at her.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I had to get over you eventually. Even you're not that amazing." she teased.

"Well, explain you're, what did you call it 'change of heart' than!" Harry demanded.

They had reached the edge of the lake. Harry indicated for her to sit down under the shade of his favorite beech tree. As he joined her, she spoke.

"I kind of had a feeling something had changed in the way you felt about me, back at the Burrow. Of course I couldn't be sure, but now looking back on it, it was incredibly obvious. I don't know, at first it was rather fun to play with your head, see how you reacted about certain things like Dean, and the prospect of other guys being interested in me. It was great fun to have the tables turned on you, in my favor for once." Ginny told him bluntly.

He looked seriously bothered by this. "Hey, now, that's-" he began.

"Let me finish." she interrupted.

"I was, at the time, with Dean, of course. But that started to get really dull really fast. Even though I was sure you were into me, I tried to block it out of my head because I didn't want any feelings from the past returning to me. As confident in myself as I'd grown, I still couldn't have faith that I was good enough for the famous Harry Potter, brave, epic hero, The Chosen One." Ginny explained, just a little bit of sarcasm iced onto the last few words.

"The Chosen One! What's this rubbish. I have enough people putting me on a pedastal, not you too Ginny?" Harry interrupted.

"I'm not putting you on a pedastal! I'm merely describing you my insecurities! Obviously I'm over them now, or I wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation with you." she argued.

"Speaking of insecurities, I must say, it took ages for you to finally make a move! I was beginning to wonder if you would make a move at all!" she added.

"Well, yeah, I suppose." Harry shrugged, "Well, I was rather insecure myself. You're…stunning this year." Harry said, memorizing every feature on her. "And I'm definitely not the only guy who's noticed. Surely, a girl like you could do better than me?" Harry said defensively.

"And I'm putting you on a pedastal?" Ginny said haughtily.

Harry chose to ignore this. "You know, now I think about it, why does it matter why or how we fell for each other? The point is, we did, and we're here together now, on this bright summer's day, enjoying a spectacular view underneath the shade of my favorite tree." he said in mock wonder, gesturing the area around them.

"So, why, I find myself asking, are we wasting our time talking?" Harry mused, looking her in the eye mischievously.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "What do you suggest doing, than, if you're so above talking?" she teased.

With that, Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to her's for the second time that day.

She kissed him back while pushing him onto the ground and placing herself on top of him. Harry's tangled his hands in Ginny's soft, red hair as their tongues continued to explore each other's mouths.

After several long moments, Ginny broke the kiss and brought her lips to his right ear, which she engulfed into her mouth and began to kiss, suck, and tease with her teeth.

Harry grunted in surprise at how good this felt. Cho had never thought to kiss his ears like that.

With a surprising amount of forced effort, Harry flipped her over and took control. After a few loud, rather obnoxious pecks, his lips made their way down to her neck, which he began to lick thoroughly all around, sucking and nibbling on areas he knew to be sensitive, such as the area just beneath the ear and the crease where the neck and face join.

Her neck seemed to be especially sensitive; she moaned in pleasure and even gave what was unmistakably a sharp twitch when he brought his tongue and teeth to the spot right below her ear.

He slid his hand down her small frame, and began tugging at the bottom of her shirt.

He made to kiss her gently, while his fingers played with the warm skin on her right hip. His hand was slowly making it's way upward when…

They both tensed up at the sound of voices.

Harry jumped off of her and peered around the tree.

He relaxed as he saw it was just a couple of first years retrieving what appeared to be a badly bewitched book, which had taken off on a pair of legs sprouting from the cover.

"Who's there? Is it Ron, spying on us? I swear, I'll kill him!" Ginny said, frustrated.

"No, no, it's just a few first years. They were chasing after some book that took off on them." he assured her.

"Oh. Well, in that case.." Ginny said, embarrassed.

The interruption, though a false alarm, seemed to bring them both crashing back to reality.

Kissing Ginny was miles better than even the stuff of his dreams and he realized he'd almost lost control of himself. If the first years hadn't interrupted, he knew, admittedly to himself, that it would have been a matter of time before he did something stupid that would probably have earned him a good smack in the face.

He didn't want to make the same mistake he'd once made, of rushing things, so he silently thanked the first years, though the testosterone inside him was screaming at them.

Ginny suddenly stood up.

"What is it?" Harry asked, looking up at her.

She didn't answer him. Instead, she rushed over to the edge of the lake and stood, gazing down into the waters with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Ginny? What are you looking at?" he asked slowly, getting to his feet.

"Look! There!" she said, pointing.

As Harry joined her, he lookd down to where she was pointing.

"Um…what am I supposed to be looking at?" Harry said, getting slightly worried. He didn't get what was so special about this particular point in the massive sea of water.

Than, out of nowhere, he felt himself flying through the air, and into the water with a great splash.

He gasped for breath as he emerged from under the water, still shocked as the icy water soaked his body.

"Hey! What was that for?" Harry demanded furiously, looking up at Ginny, who was laughing hysterically.

"Oh, come on. You'd think the boy who's faced Voldemort four times and lived to tell the tale could handle a little bit of water!" Ginny said playfully.

"A little bit? A little bit! Ginny, I'm soaked from head to foot!" Harry uttered, still rather annoyed.

"Okay, well if it really is that unpleasant, take my hand, I'll help you out." Ginny said, apparently defeated.

Just as she knew he would, he grabbed her hand, than pulled her into the water.

She let off a soft scream as she toppled in.

When Harry saw her resurface, he prepared for a good slap in the face but instead was met with more laughter.

"Is this really your idea of fun. Being pushed into a freezing lake, completely clothed!" Harry said, disbelievingly.

"Of course it is!" Ginny exclaimed, splashing him playfully.

"You haven't lived till you've been pushed into a lake, fully clothed!" Ginny said matter-of-factly.

Harry shook his head, smiling. "Crazy. Great. The girl I've chosen is barking mad!" he cried out.

"But you did choose me, don't forget that!" Ginny retorted.

"Alas, I did." Harry surrendered.

And though he couldn't honestly say it was his ideal idea of a first date with Ginny, as he made his way back up to the Gryffindor Common Room a good four hours later, soaking wet and with his arm around an equally soaked Ginny, Harry knew the events of that day would forever hold a place in his heart, and that they spelt out nothing less than perfect.

A/N: So that's my revamped first chapter…read, review, and I'll return the favor if asked.