AN: So, a lot of you have been confused about Ginny's relationships, so I decided to come back here and post this AN. I know that in the books Ginny is with Michael in the fifth book, but this is a fanfiction, and for my story I need her to be with Dean in the fifth book. That's why I posted this prologue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, places, or quotes I used from the books.

December 25 – Yule Ball

"Would you care to dance?"

Ginny glanced up from her 'conversation' with Lavender Brown, relieved to have an excuse to stop listening to the older girl drone on about the various potions she'd tried to treat split ends. She was only talking to her because Neville had stepped rather hard on one of her toes, and shortly after they'd sat down Seamus and Lavender had joined them. Ginny had tried to get Neville to dance with her three times since then (surely a few broken toes wouldn't be as bad as listening to Lavender for another hour), but he was too absorbed in a conversation with Seamus about some exploding plant they'd learned about in herbology.

Lavender had finally fallen silent with the arrival of the unknown boy. The unknown, handsome boy, Ginny corrected herself after taking in his attractive face and longish, dark hair. He was staring at Ginny, waiting for her to answer his question.

"Um, sure. I mean, if it's alright with my date." She said the last part loud enough for Neville to hear, turning to look at him.

After a few seconds, Seamus noticed Ginny and the other boy looking at Neville and nudged him in the shoulder, pointing to them.

"Would you mind if I danced with-" she paused, realizing she never got the boy's name.

"Michael," he filled in for her. "Michael Corner."

"Michael?" Ginny finished.

Neville looked surprised, but not hurt that Ginny wanted to dance with another boy. They were just friends, and he felt bad that he'd been stepping on her feet all night. "Oh, no, of course not."

Ginny flashed him a grateful smile, which he returned before turning back to his conversation with Seamus. Feeling utterly relieved, Ginny stood up and followed Michael onto the dance floor, leaving behind a shocked Lavender, who jumped up from the table shortly after without a word to Seamus and ran off to share this latest bit of gossip with Parvati and Padma.

"So I was wondering," Michael began, as he and Ginny stood in the Entrance Hall towards the end of the Ball.

The evening had turned around completely once she met Michael. They danced and laughed, and at one point he even went to get her a drink. He was charming, funny, and cute too.

Not like Harry, though, she couldn't help but think. Michael's dark hair lay flat on his head, not a piece out of place. And his eyes were a plain old shade of brown, unlike Harry's incredible green eyes.

But Harry wasn't interested in her, she reminded herself, and probably never would be. Michael, however, seemed very interested in her. At one point during the evening, he mentioned that he'd noticed her around school a few times, and he thought she was cute. No one had ever said that to her before.

"Would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?"

His question took Ginny by surprise. Was she being asked out on a date? An actual date? Her first reaction was to decline. She was only thirteen, and not to mention utterly infatuated with someone else. Then she remembered the advice Hermione had given her last summer, when they'd stayed up late one night talking.

Hermione told Ginny to be more herself around Harry, to relax and not act like all the other people that he meets, the ones that get all star-struck. She said maybe if Ginny showed interest in some other boys, she might either be able to move on from Harry or make him interested in her. "People want what they can't have," Hermione had said matter-of-factly. Ginny wouldn't get her hopes up for that, though. Her goal was to move on from her stupid crush and maybe be able to become friends with Harry.

And Michael was cute, and funny, and charming. So, why not?

"Sure, that'd be great," she responded, grinning.

He returned her smile. "Great. See you later, then." He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her cheek, and with a last smile he turned around and started making his way to the Ravenclaw common room, leaving behind a stunned and blushing Ginny.

The first few months with Michael were wonderful for Ginny. He would find her at random moments in the halls, a lot of the time walking her to class and carrying her bag for her. When they went to Hogsmeade in February he asked her to be his girlfriend, and of course she said yes.

Her brothers, predictably, were not happy about their baby sister having a boyfriend. Fred and George expressed their displeasure with endless amounts of teasing, to the point where she avoided being in the same room as them at all costs.

Ron's approach was more direct, and explosive.

"What do you need a boyfriend, for, anyway? You're way too young!"

"Ron, just because you're too immature to be in a relationship doesn't mean the rest of the world is!" Ginny had shouted back at him before storming angrily out of the Gryffindor Common Room, leaving her brother behind gaping like a fish.

And of course he'd sent a letter to their mum, and it was only a few days after their shouting match that Errol arrived at breakfast with a very stern letter from Mrs. Weasley telling Ginny that she felt her daughter was too young to be in a relationship, but if she really wanted to have a boyfriend to be careful, and not to do anything she didn't want to do.

Poor Ginny had spent the rest of the day with a blush on her cheeks, stuck there as though her mother had sent along a Permanent Sticking Charm in the letter.

It was a few weeks after that, Ginny supposed, that things started to go south.

It was about a month into their relationship when Ginny realized Michael rarely walked with her to classes anymore. They really only met up on the weekends, and those moments were rather brief; no more than a few hours at a time. They had actually seen more of each other before they became boyfriend and girlfriend.

And then, the times that they were together, all Michael seemed to want to do was snog. Ginny would try to start conversations with him, but after only a few minutes Michael would cut her off with a kiss, thoroughly distracting her for a while, because he was very good at kissing. It was later, when they were apart, that she'd realize what he'd done and she'd get angry about it. But whenever she tried to bring it up, he'd apologize quickly, and then the cycle would repeat.

One infamous blow-up of hers happened in the library, sometime at the beginning of May. They had managed to hold a ten minute conversation while browsing through the aisles (Ginny was looking for a book she would need to reference in her History of Magic essay) before Michael got impatient with talking and started snogging her.

Things were fine, until his hand started moving south from her waist. Ginny pulled away immediately, glaring up at Michael.

"What are you doing?" Though phrased as a question, her tone was accusing.

"I was just, you know, moving things along," he said defensively.

"In the middle of the library?" she hissed, the temper she'd inherited from her mother flaring quickly. He looked sideways, guiltily. "Besides, we're too young!"

"Excuse me?" He sounded insulted. "I turned fifteen weeks ago! You're the young one!"

Her eyebrows rose in disbelief. "That may be true, but clearly I'm the only one here who's mature."

And, feeling very proud of herself, she stormed away from a bewildered Michael and left the library, her book forgotten.

After a few days of avoiding each other, Michael found Ginny on her way to Transfiguration and apologized for his forwardness, laying on the charm he'd won her over with at the Yule Ball. She forgave him, a bit begrudgingly, and from that point on Michael spent more time talking to her than before.

Things were pretty good, until the day of the Third Task, when Michael showed up at breakfast wearing one of the old Support Cedric Diggory badges. That was the final straw for Ginny.

"Are you serious? You realize Harry's in my house, and that he's my friend, right?" she asked, as though she were talking to a stupid person.

"Cedric is the better champion, everyone knows it!" was his, in Ginny's opinion, pathetic excuse.

"Well then maybe you should be dating Cedric."

Ron, Fred, and George praised their sister for ending things with, "that great stupid prat", and, when Mrs. Weasley and Bill arrived to support Harry for the final task, Bill agreed with his brothers while Mrs. Weasley once again expressed to Ginny that she was too young to be in such a serious relationship.

Her family wasn't the only ones happy about the breakup. Ginny felt relieved afterwards, which made her wonder why she hadn't done it sooner. She didn't have to wonder for long. The answer was never far from her thoughts. Harry Potter.

Michael had been unable to thoroughly distract her from her stupid crush on her brother's best friend. She'd continued to hope that if she was with Michael long enough, her unrequited feelings for Harry would fade. But every morning at breakfast her eyes would catch sight of him and set her heart all a flutter. It was starting to get on her nerves.

But some part of her plan had apparently worked in her favor, because that night at dinner, when Harry was being ushered out of the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall, she managed a loud and cheerful, "Good luck!" without blushing or stammering or embarrassing herself in anyway. Was it possible she was cured?

She was still thinking of all the wonderful possibilities of a life of not being awkward around Harry Potter on her way down to the Quidditch Pitch a few minutes later when she accidentally bumped into someone stopped on the path.

"I'm so sorry!" she said to the boy she'd almost knocked over, mentally scolding herself for not paying attention.

"It's fine," the boy she'd run into replied politely. "Oh, hey Ginny."

The boy was Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor fourth year. She'd seen him around the common room before, but they'd never stopped and had a conversation or anything.

But that was about to change, she realized, as she set off once again down the path and Dean followed, still talking.

"So what were you thinking about so hard back there that caused you to almost run me over?" Ginny blushed, but didn't respond, and that only intrigued him more. "Ok, don't tell me. But actually, you know, now that I think about it, my ribs are starting to feel it where you shoulder-checked me earlier." She rolled her eyes, but unwillingly, the corner of her mouth started to curve up. He pressed on his rib and pretended to wince severely. "Ooh, ow! I think it might be broken."

"Ok, fine!" she conceded, laughing. "I was thinking about, about how I spent the last few months trying to make something work that, in the end, wasn't worth it." She wasn't really lying. That topic had been what started her on the thoughts to a possible friendship with the boy of her dreams.

"Oh right, I heard you broke up with Michael Corner." There was an awkward pause as the two continued talking. "I'm sorry it didn't work out." But in fact, he didn't sound sorry at all.

"Why are you even talking to me?" she asked. He looked taken aback, and she felt bad for the sharp tone she'd used. "I mean, it's not like we've ever talked before."

"Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"

"That didn't answer my question."

"I dunno. You're interesting."

Well that wasn't what she was expecting to hear. She wasn't sure how to take that. "Um, thanks?"

He grinned at her, and that rest of their walk to the Quidditch Pitch was spent in much more pleasant conversation.

Dean asked her out just before they boarded the train in Hogsmeade.

"I, I don't know how much we'll see of each other," she evaded, stalling for time.

"Yea, I know. But we could write." When she still didn't answer him, he pressed, "I'm really interested in you, and I'd like to get to know you better."

After a few more seconds of consideration, and not being able to think of an adequate reason to say no, she finally answered, "Yea, ok, I guess I'll go out with you." The grin he flashed her made her feel a little more secure with her decision. "But I promised my brothers I'd sit with them on the train, so we'll have to say goodbye here." She pecked him quickly on the lips, muttered a quick goodbye, and then left him standing on the platform, looking completely shocked that she'd kissed him.

Ginny had hoped to keep this relationship a secret from her family, at least until the start of the next term, but then Fred and George started a bashing session on Michael. Ginny was fine with this, even laughing at some of their jokes, until Hermione piped in.

"I heard he's been trying to 'comfort' Cho ever since… well, you know."

The corners of Harry's mouth turned down in a frown, whether at the mention of the Third Task or at someone else being interested in Cho, Ginny couldn't tell. She hoped it was the former.

"He's an idiot," Ginny agreed hoping to end the conversation.

Ron, however, did not take the hint. "Yea, well, just choose someone - better - next time," he practically demanded, and sent a not so subtle glance at Harry.

Ginny's temper flared, and before she could stop the words from leaving her mouth she said, "Well, I've chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he's better?"

Ron, Fred, and George didn't leave her alone for the rest of the trip.

Ok, so now that I've got Ginny's relationships in order, the next chapter is when things will really get started. Thanks for reading. Please review!

~Jazz~