disclaimer: nope, not mine.

Over the years, Harry potter had become a usual fixture at Weasley events. Of course this used to send little Ginny Weasley out of her mind with joy, just the chance to be near him, to look at him, to sit at the same table with him, it was all an honor in her eyes. But times had changed, and well lets just say little Ginny Weasley wasn't going to be satisfied with just sitting at the same table as him. Not with her new found need to rip his head off.

You see Ginny had had, well, kind of a thing, for Mr. Potter, a little while back. But then, predictably, young Mr. Potter did a "noble"thing and now little Ginny's hopes were more or less shot to hell. She had been dreading his arrival since she had become aware of it, and she could not understand why her family thought it was such a good idea.

"Well, he's not coming for you is he. He's my friend, and he is coming. No one said anything about you two having to say anything to each other." was the response to her complaints from her brother, Ron.

"Ginny, please, I know that you're hurting, but he is hurting too. He feels the same way about you, but … you know his position, there is nothing anyone can do until the war is over." was her best friend Hermione's opinion.

"Well honey, I know that he hurt you, but he is practically family, it just wouldn't be the same without him." Her mother had told her, while washing the dishes after dinner one night.

"Well I wonder if it would be the same without me. Cause if he comes then I'm not coming, mother. I can't do it."

"Ginerva weasley, you will come to dinner, and you will like it. He'll come to his senses eventually, and you'll be glad you were there to take him back, when he finally does."

Ginny however did not have so much hope. She didn't come down when young Mr. Potter arrived. She didn't come down when Hermione called to her. In fact, she didn't come out of her room at all, until it was time for dinner, and she probably wouldn't have come out for that either, if it hadn't been for her brothers, marching up the stairs, throwing her over Bill's shoulder, and carrying her down, with her kicking and screaming all the way.

And as fate would have it, she was plopped down right across the table from young Mr. Potter. One look at him, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to rip his head off, or start sobbing uncontrollably. So instead she settled for looking at her plate. It was filled with a delicious feast, but that was not the reason little Ginny, started stuffing her face. No, she wanted to finish dinner as soon as possible, and get out of there. But no matter how fast she stuffed her face, little Ginny weasley could not escape the next turn in conversation.

"So, Potter, how's your love life?" One brave Fred Weasley inquired.

The only sound after that was the distinct one of two faces rapidly turning the most embarrassing shade of red.

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a/n: aw. i love fred. i wish he hadn't gone and died. i was complaining about not knowing what to write about, when i just started typing and this came out. anyway, this is my first story, with like a plot and stuff, so i hope u like it. please review.