EDIT: We know our writing is not so good

But please stick with us, if you would~

We wrote this a long time ago--forgive us for any continued appearance of silliness. Some kids ran around the neighborhood, riding bikes and egging houses; we read Harry Potter. Yeah, we were crazy kids. :)

Hi, weasleybabe24 here. This is a fic written by my little sister, LondonGal, and I am its' editor. Unfortunately, she cannot share her writing genius with the world as she is only eleven (going on twelve). So, I told her I'd publish it for her. So, please review, or I'll send Voldemort to AK all of you! XD Now take it away, LondonGal:

Disclaimer: I don't own it. trust me. If I did I wouldn't waste my time writing fanfiction stories!

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"You really need to tell him, Gin!" Hermione wailed to Ginny in the girl's dormitory. She frowned insistently at the younger, but Ginny took no heed.

"I can't! Not yet. He might not even like me and I'd look like a stupid git telling him how I feel if he doesn't like me at all!" Ginny replied stubbornly, not desiring to be rejected by Harry.

"Of course he likes you! Merlin, Ginny, I think he loves you!" she said solemnly. Ginny waved away the others' remark. She can't know that for sure, Ginny told herself. It is likely that she misunderstood him, for I know she wouldn't lie. But then, maybe she would, if she really wanted me to confess.

Hermione's eyes got all big and she said, "Please! I mean, I told Ron after you pestered me to tell him! And it turned out that he really did like me all along! He was just too thick to see that I liked him, and he was too scared too admit he had feelings for me! So just meet Harry alone and let it all spill!"

"Fine! But I'm only going to tell him when I'm sure I know the feelings he has for me, whether they be of love or none at all!"

"How're you going to find out?" Hermione asked curiously.

"You're going to ask him for me," Ginny said slyly. Hermione almost argued with her, but Ginny gave her a Look.

"Alright!" Hermione smiled. "I'll ask him tomorrow in Double Charms! But I'll only ask if you promise that if I do and if he says yes, you will tell him that you fancy him. That you love him," she teased.

"Stop that!" Ginny said, blushing to the roots of her hair. "Okay, Hermione, I promise. And then tell me his reply at lunch," Ginny said to her.

" I will," Hermione said, "with great pleasure! Now, time for sleep," and she blew out a small red candle that was lit. Ginny scurried to her poster bed excitedly awaiting Harry's answer tomorrow at lunch.

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"Now," Professor Flitwick said to the 7th years in Charms class the next day, " Swish and flick and say it clearly: Diffindo."

All around the room, you could hear "Deffendo", "Daffando", "Deffando", and several other mispronunciations of the like. Hermione, of course, pronounced the charm perfectly and surprisingly, Harry did as well, ripping his parchment neatly in half.

"So, uh, Harry," Hermione said to him, "do you, you know, fancy Ginny? I mean, even in the tiniest bit?"

Harry blushed a pale rose.

"Um...well...yes," he stammered, " I do. I like her very much."

Hermione smiled like Rita Skeeter had when she got her hands on a terribly juicy scoop. " Excellent!" she said. "Very, very good."

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Lunch

Suddenly, food appeared on the student's plates in the Great Hall. Roasted chicken, boiled potatoes (dedicated to my dear sister, weasleybabe24. Hey, I like boiled potatoes! Leave me alone, you berk!), steak and kidney pie, asparagus, creamed corn, and fudges and puddings of every sort.

"I love the food here!" Ron said dumbly, stuffing his mouth full of the absolutely luscious meal. "Eat, Gin," Ron said. "You know this food is the best. Besides Mum's, of course. And you didn't eat much at breakfast. Don't think I didn't notice."

"No thanks, Ron," Ginny said. She was very anxious for Hermione to tell her Harry's answer. "I'm not very hungry at the moment." Harry looked at her curiously, but said nothing.

"Suit yourself," Ron said, while Harry just sat there eating away.

Just then, Hermione waltzed into the Great Hall, "Hello boys, Ginny," She nodded in Ginny's direction.

"Hello, Hermione," all three said simultaneously. Ron pulled on her arm to bring her closer, and kissed her affectionately.

"Alright, alright," Harry said loudly. They pulled away, flushing slightly. Ginny grinned at Harry and he smiled back, causing her to blush a little. He almost said something to her, but Ginny cut him off. It wouldn't be wise to speak to him now. She'd probably stutter or say something stupid.

"So, where've you been?" Ginny asked, dearly hoping to get Harry's interest back on Hermione.

"In the library," she replied, "studying."

"Figures," Ron said under his breath. Hermione fixed him with a look , but went on.

"Come on, Ginny, I have to tell you about a fascinating book I read a while ago." Hermione said making her eyes wide, undoubtedly displaying to Ginny that she wished to discuss the 'thing'.

"Okay." Ginny pretended to look disgusted that she had to go discuss a book with her, but left hiding a smile. They walked quickly down the corridors and finally stopped at the library's entrance. They both decided to sit down on a small looking bench that was seated by the enormous shelves of books. Madam Pince turned her wary eye on them.

"So?" Ginny asked nervously, "What did he say?"

"He said he fancied you quite a bit and he blushed, too," Hermione said, smiling a wide smile that showed her perfectly straight teeth. Ginny looked completely gob smacked, but she was utterly pleased all the same.

"Now what do I do?" Please, let her have forgotten. Please.

"What you promised me," Hermione said firmly. Ginny sighed. She didn't forget. Damn, stupid, rotten luck.

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--weasleybabe24