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It was just as he'd imagined it. That first time he let his lips touch hers. He had spent lots of time dreaming about it, wondering what it would feel like if he was with Ginny, not Dean. He'd spend his nights thinking about her beauty, how her vibrant red hair was so perfect, how her pale skin was so smooth and pretty. About that flowery smell she carried that made him think of pink, blue, and butterflies. It was so perfect. She was perfect. So now they were by the lake during free period, just sitting and talking. Harry had Ginny's hand in his as he spoke. "How's your day been so far?" he asked with mild interest. He asked how her day was