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I'm excited to see where this is going. I care about you a lot, Ginny.

I read those words over and over again. As much as I would hate to admit it this early in a relationship, the boy was amazing at giving me butterflies. Dean just had a way about him that captivated me.

Dean and I started going out at the end of my fourth year. Dean was a year older than me, with dark skin and hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a touch that electrified me. When Dean held my hand, it was like nothing else I'd ever felt. I hadn't kissed him yet, but hopefully I would now that school would be starting in two weeks. I'd hoped he was a better kisser than my last boyfriend, Michael; although Michael was somewhat attractive and good looking, his kissing skills weren't exactly the best. Or maybe it was my own. After all, he was my first boyfriend; I've never had practice with that sort of thing. Ok, if I think Dean is not a good kisser, then I need to start thinking the problem might have to do with me.

I sat up in my bed and looked around my room. I loved my room; I didn't get to spend nearly enough time in it because I was at Hogwarts for the majority of the year. My room at the Burrow was more personal; my Hogwarts bedroom, not so much.

As I breathed in deeply, I could smell the breakfast downstairs. I didn't think I was that hungry until my stomach loudly growled. However, going downstairs would mean going down to Phlegm…

My brother Bill, who I'd always considered amazingly smart, was now engaged to the most annoying girl I've ever met. Fleur Delacour, a gorgeous looking part-veela and Bill's new fiancée, was now staying in our house. I was beginning to wonder what on earth Bill was thinking. However, he was a guy after all, so it did make some sense. Although Fleur was annoying, it was rather hilarious to watch how Ron and Harry acted around her. Maybe that would make going down to breakfast worth it.

As I walked downstairs, I'd heard Phlegm's annoying voice already.

"As you know, Madame Weasley, zat ees not 'ow we would cook in my 'ome country. I am sure zat we would make ze croissants more properly." Phlegm said to my mum.

"Why, yes, I'm sure you would, Fleur," Mum replied, annoyed.

At last, Phlegm spotted me on the stairs. "Ah, little Ginevra! How lovely eet ez to see you zis morning!"

"Ah, it's um quite lovely to see you too Fleur…" I said, then I muttered to myself mostly, "my name is Ginny." Gosh, I hated being called Ginevra. It sounded so formal. I never did like it. Plus, it didn't help that mum always called me that when she was mad, so I'd developed a negative connotation to the name.

"Good morning, Ginny," Mum said, emphasizing my preferred name. "Lovely pajamas you've got on. I expect you're not wearing them to Diagon Alley."

Oh shoot, I'd forgotten all about going to Diagon Alley today; not only were we going back to school shopping, but we were visiting Fred and George's new joke shop as well, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Fred and George were the absolute funniest people I knew. I was so excited to see what their shop would be like.

Suddenly, I heard running down the stairs, and I looked up to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry at the foot of the stairs. Ron was my brother and was a year older than me; he was very tall, skinny, and had red hair and freckles like everyone else in the family. Hermione was two years older than me but was in Ron and Harry's year. She was shorter than Ron, but not too short, with wild brown hair and lovely brown eyes. And Harry, well, everyone knew what Harry looked like. Harry was easily identifiable with the lightning bolt scar on his had that made him famous; the scar, however, was partially hidden by his untidy black hair, and his beautiful green eyes were covered by his glasses.

Oh, Harry. I used to think so many different things about him. When I first met him, I was obsessed with him because he was famous; when he saved my life from Voldemort at the end of my first year, I developed a crush on him because of how heroic he was. After that, however, Harry seemed to do anything to pursue my crush on him; he was clearly uninterested. So, during my fourth year, I decided I needed to let go of my feelings for him and move on, and that was when I moved on to Michael. However, every time I looked at Harry I still felt my heart flutter. I wished that would stop, I really wanted to be friends with him and nothing more.

"Morning," I said to the three friends.

"Good morning Ginny," Harry replied as Hermione smiled.

"Morning. Hey Gin, by any chance do you know if Fleur is up?" Ron asked, pretending to be casual.

"Yes, Phlegm is around here somewhere," I said with a snigger.

"Ginny! That's rude of you to call her that!" Mum said as she waved her wand to wash the pans.

"Sorry, mum. She just really annoys me."

"And you don't think she annoys me, too? I can't really see them together. I'd love for Bill to get to know Tonks better, now there is a lovely woman for you." Mum said with a smile. I would love to have Tonks as my sister-in-law to be honest. She was so nice and down-to-earth, plus she didn't treat me like a child as Phlegm did.

The rest of breakfast passed quickly, nothing outstanding happening, except Ron somehow squirting orange juice out of his nose. I tried to ignore that, it was kind of disgusting. Finally, at eleven o'clock, we heard honking outside, and we all walked out of the Burrow.

"Morning, Weasleys!" Dad said as he got out of a car. "The Ministry has provided these cars in order to protect Harry. It is because of Harry that we have them, so don't get used to them." Dad worked in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, so he had access to certain things, such as the cars. We all got into the cars and enjoyed a pleasant ride.

Finally, we arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, an inn and pub that was the entrance to Diagon Alley. In the front of the entrance was our security: Hagrid. Hagrid was a half giant, so he towered over everybody. However, he was one of the kindest people I've ever met, even though I did not know him as well as Harry, Ron, and Hermione did.

We walked through the empty Leaky Cauldron (which was a shock, because it was normally always packed), and finally got to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley looked desolate; the once bustling street was now empty due to the reappearance of Voldemort and his followers. Many shops were closed, even Olivander's, the wand shop that had been open for centuries.

"Well, we have a lot of things to buy. We should probably stop and Madam Malkins, and Eeylops, and maybe the Apothecary" Mum said.

"Molly, we don' need ta go all together do we? Tha'd make no sense to me. I could look after these three and you, Arthur, and Ginny could go to Eeylops and the Apothecary. After, we can meet up at the twins' new place." Hagrid suggested.

"Wonderful idea, Hagrid, I agree. Well, let's be off, Molly dear." With that, Dad turned around and walked with Mum, while I followed closely behind. I shopped with my parents for what seemed like ages, but I got everything I needed so I didn't mind. And now, I'd get to see Fred and George's shop.

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes stood out like a sore thumb. Unlike the rest of the stores, it was bright and colorful. Most noticeable was a sign on their window that read:

WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT
YOU-KNOW-WHO
WHEN YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT
YOU-NO-POO-
THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION
THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!

"Oh my goodness!" Mum cried after reading the sign, "They'll be killed in their beds!"

"Relax mum," I began, "it's only a joke."

So, we walked inside my brothers' shop. It was certainly once of the most loud and colorful places I'd ever been in. Explosions could be heard, along with laughter and chatter. There were rows and rows of joke products. I was amazed, honestly. They had real talent. To think, the explosions I'd heard coming from their rooms while growing up was actually where all of this started. I have to admit, I'm proud of Fred and George.

Hermione and I split away from the group, walking around the store and talking together. Hermione and I were good friends, and of course she's the one I'd tell about all the goings-on in my love life.

"So how's everything with you and Dean?" Hermione asked while playfully nudging me.

"It's really good, actually," I said, smiling and blushing. "He is such a sweetheart, and knows how to woo me perfectly. I might really like him."

Hermione and I then noticed the Daydreams Potions that were next to us. If only I could buy one. I looked at the label, which read: NOT FOR SALE FOR UNDER-SIXTEENS. Oh well, I suppose.

Suddenly, Fred snuck up behind Hermione and I. "Hello, ladies. I see you've found our

Daydream Potions. Have you found our Wonder Witch products yet?" Fred asked.

"No, we have not," I replied, curious as to what this might be.

"Well, Wonder Witch is a non-joke line of products for women." I couldn't help but notice the array of love potions in front of me and Hermione. "Love potions," Fred said, noticing what we were admiring, "and very powerful ones at that. Not that you'd need it, eh, sis? You're dating like five guys." As I smiled embarrassingly at my brothers, I'd absentmindedly noticed Harry standing close by.

"I most certainly am not, no matter what you'd heard from Ron." Honestly, one guy seems like a hundred guys to Ron. I don't think he's accepted that his little sister has grown up. "What's that?" I asked pointing at a tube.

"That's a ten second pimple removed, good for everything from boils to blackheads, but that's not the point," George said. "Are you or are you not currently dating a Mr. Dean Thomas?" George asked with a smirk.

I began to blush fiercely and started thinking of Dean. "That's none of your business." I'd begun to notice that my face had turned nearly as red as my hair. Oh, Dean. He was really a sweet guy, a true gentleman who I was lucky to have. Then, I came to a realization: this thing with Dean, whatever it was, could be really fantastic. It might even last a while. At that moment, I decided to focus my affections solely on Dean, and really try to be just friends with Harry.

"Oh, what are these?" I asked as I noticed the adorable little pink and purple creatures near me.

"Pygmy Puffs, miniature puffskeins. How serious are you with this new boyfriend of yours?" Fred asked.

"None of your business!" I said, then I realized Ron had just walked up next to me. "And I'll thank you not to tell them about the stuff in my life!" With that, I stormed off to get my mother.

"Mum?" I asked when I found her, "Can I have a Pygmy Puff?"

"A what?" Mum asked, distracted.

"A Pygmy Puff! They're so cute, Mum!" As I said that, I took her to them, barely noticing that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had disappeared. "Aren't they adorable?"

"Well they certainly are rather cute. Alright, as long as you can take care of it properly, then yes you may have one." Mum said with a smile.

I hugged her and couldn't help smiling. "Thank you Mummy! I promise I will." I got out my rather small bag of galleons, and went up to George.

"Hey, George, how much does a Pygmy Puff cost?" I asked.

"Five galleons. I'll help you take it out of the cage before you pay me." With that, George walked with me. Then, I received my adorable new purple Pygmy Puff. I handed George the money, and admired my new pet.

"Hello, Arnold. Yes, I'll call you Arnold. Arnold, it looks like you're the only man in my life who will love me and not care who I date." I laughed to myself as I pet Arnold.

Yet as much as I loved holding my new pet in my arms, I still could not wait to hold my new boyfriend in my arms.