Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. As I'm sure all of you know.

A/N: This is just a short introduction to the story. Each chapter will start out with Ginny's column, called A Single Girl's Woe, and it's contents reaveal what is going on in her life. I will be going into more background information and romance in the next couple of chapters, and any ideas are welcome! So let me know if you like the idea, and I will get the next chapters up quicker than you can say "quidditch"!

And now, without further adieu….

A Single Girl's Woe

Blondes, Brunettes, or Redheads?

A Single Girl's Woe

By Ginny Weasley-- Witch Weekly Columnist

Why do married women have the insuppressible urge to fix up their single friends? I realize they may have us singletons best intentions at heart, so we may "experience the euphoria of matrimonial bliss", if I may steal the words of my best friend. The thing is, I don't want to go to any "special dinners" set up by a friend who met a guy who se thinks might really like me. The night usually ends up to be a disaster, with the married couple giggling and having a grand old time while I'm stuck with a mediocre looking guy who picks his teeth with his steak knife and constantly talks about his mother. Good intentions aside, this is not how a single girl wants to spend her Friday night.

So when you married ladies are strolling through the market and run across "such a nice young man", just point him towards the frozen food aisle and let him go. As you argue with yourself about doing the right thing while you watch his "cute arse" walk away, consider this: Perhaps we're not ready to settle down yet. One's youth is an incredibly precious thing. Why not spend it getting lots of free dinners and meeting new people? Or perhaps we've already met that special someone, and it's just not the right time.

So my fellow single girls, stay strong. Remember that it is okay to be single; your "wedded bliss" will come when you are ready. In the meantime, enjoy the single life, and run like hell from those "special dinners"!

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"Hermione, for the last time, no!" Ginny Weasley stormed into her flat, throwing her shopping in the corner. Her bushy haired friend followed her in and shut the door quietly after her.

"Come on, Gin! He's different than the others, I promise! I even asked him about his mother and he barely formed an entire sentence about her!"

Grabbing the copy of Witch Weekly she had on the coffee table, Ginny whirled around to face Hermione, brandishing the magazine at her.

"Did you not read my last column? No more 'special dinners' Hermione! I do not want to be set up! I don't care if he's the most promising healer in your department or a bloody candy striper! I will find a boyfriend on my own, when I bloody well want one! Capeesh?"

Ginny threw the magazine on the floor, where it fell with a loud smack, to emphasize her point.

Hermione raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay…but I was just wondering…" she bent down to retrieve the fallen magazine, "Which type of single girl are you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked, flopping on her plushy purple couch. Shopping can really take it out of a girl, not to mention getting grilled by your so called best friend…

Her married friend sat down beside her and pointed at her column. "You said some girls aren't ready to settle, and some girls have already found someone. Which are you?"

"It's pretty obvious I'm the first one. I would have told you if I found someone."

"Well, you see Gin, I've been thinking…"

"Yes, you tend to do that a lot…"

"Maybe you havealready found someone," Hermione reached across her ginger haired friend to retrieve a photo frame from the table next to her and displayed it in front of Ginny. She only had to glance down for a second to know which picture Hermione was using for evidence. It was taken on a gorgeous day last autumn when she, Hermione, Ron, and Harry went on a picnic. The picture only showed Ginny and Harry, however. He had captured her up in his arms and twirled her around, both of them laughing and having a good time as the leaves swirled around them. She would give anything to be in Harry's arms like that again, it was one of Ginny's favorite moments captured on film, and then Hermione had to go and ruin it.

Exasperated at her friend's implications, she sighed. "You know there is nothing going on between Harry and I. Aside from that, this photo was taken seven months ago, it proves nothing."

"It proves that you and Harry are good friends, and you see each other quite frequently…"

"Yes, as friends. Key word there being friends."

"Friends who don't date other people. Perhaps you are friends with…. benefits?"

Ginny blushed a deep crimson at her friend's implication before coming back with an argument of her own. Just the thought of Harry and she being intimate was…. well, that's not the point.

"That's not true! Harry dates! He was just going with that blonde from the Daily Prophet! And I date, too…"

"Gin, the blonde was history nearly a year ago, and he hasn't dated anyone since. Trust me, I've tried to get him to."

"I'm sure you have…" Ginny muttered darkly.

"And when's the last time you were on a date, hmm?"

Finally, a question she was prepared to answer. She stood from the couch, towering over the brunette seated there. "Why, I do believe the last date I went on was with you and Ron, and the guy, Seamore, was his name? Droned incessantly on about needing to get back to his mother! Not to mention the constant gas leak that seemed to have sprung from his backside! Now get off me and Harry's back about dating! We do not need to settle down! We are successful, young, and one of us isn't that bad looking, either! So just BACK OFF, OKAY!"

Ginny stared down at Hermione, her chest heaving and her hands planted firmly on her hips. Despite her little rant, Hermione seemed remarkably nonplussed. She too stood from the couch. "Fine. If you don't see it…" she shrugged her shoulders and headed towards the door.

Just then a loud crack echoed through the room, and before them stood the topic of the previous conversation.

"Harry can apparate in here?! Your wards don't even let me in! Your best friend! I have to apparate outside and walk all the way in here! Honestly, Gin…"

Ginny shrugged sheepishly. "How do you deny entrance to the Boy-Who-Lived?"

Hermione spun away from the door and approached an unsuspecting Harry with a wicked smile on her face. "Before I go, let's just play a little game, okay Harry?"

"Erm, okay," Harry responded, looking confusedly between the two girls.

"Now just clear your mind and say the first thing that comes to mind."

Harry nodded to indicate he understood, took a deep, cleansing breath, and shut his eyes.

"Okay, here we go. Bertie Botts or Chocolate Frogs?"

"Chocolate Frogs," Harry said quickly.

"Boxers or briefs?"

"Boxers."

"Blondes, Brunettes, or redheads?"

"Redheads."

"I rest my case." With a smug smile and a wave, Hermione left the flat, leaving a very baffled Harry (and a blushing Ginny) behind.

A/N: Let me know if you like where this is going, such as the column and Ginny and Harry's ignorance! The more reviews I get the faster I post, so R&R!