A/N Ok, this story will be from several different POV's! It's Harry Ron & Hermione's 6th year, Ginny's 5th. Oh yeah, and I don't like that Voldemort came back, so for the purposes of this story, everything's like it was before Harry's fourth year. Plz review!!!

Disclaimer – I don't own anything familiar to you peoples. Ginny

I was stressing. I wanted to find out who the Gryffindor Prefect would be, and I wanted to find out soon. See, normally, I wouldn't be concerned about this sort of thing, I wouldn't want to be Prefect. Sure, I wouldn't complain if I got the badge, but then I'd have to face Fred and George. But I also wanted the badge to impress someone. Someone by the name of Harry Potter. Even though he hadn't gotten Prefect, it would still be nice if I did.

Ok, now I'm totally rambling about it. Harry would think I was crazy if he knew everything that was going through my head. He probably already thinks I'm an idiot. Every time I try to talk to him, I get tongue tied. Everything I say to him comes out wrong it never comes out right. So I say why don't you and I get together, take on the world, be together forever – oops. Sorry about that. Hermione sent me a CD of a Muggle singer, and that's one of my favorite songs.

Well, Harry's at our house again. I can see him and Ron out practicing Quidditch from the window. Unfortunately, Hermione's here, so I can't sit and stare at him. Maybe I can suggest that we go out and watch them play. Yeah, that would work. Then nobody would suspect anything.

"Hey, you want to go out there and watch them play?" I asked, trying to sound like it was just a casual question. Hermione jumped, accidentally knocking a book off of the table. She turned slightly red as she put it back.

"Sure," she agreed, and I couldn't help smiling. As long as no one knew about my secret, I was all right. We walked towards the field quickly. As soon as we reached the boys, Ron (being the lovable blockhead of a brother he is) called, "Hey Ginny, come do chaser so I can practice Keeping!" Oh, I wanted to slug him. I would've given anything to yell right back that I wanted to be on Harry's team, but I bit my tongue.

"Hermione, come do Keeper for me!" Harry said. Hermione seemed kind of disappointed, but that wasn't surprising. She didn't like playing Quidditch. Besides, I was busy watching Harry, sitting on his broomstick with his feet and few inches off the ground. He looked at me and grinned, and my heart melted. I know it sounds cheesy, but I love his smile! Ron once again interfered with my daydreaming.

"Hurry up, Ginny!" he shouted as he shot upward. Big brothers can be a real pain sometimes.

I mounted my broomstick, determined to impress Harry. The four of us went up to playing level, and Harry tossed me the Quaffle.

I dropped it.

I couldn't believe it. I had dropped it! And it was a perfect pass! Diving after it, I felt my face turn crimson. Harry didn't say anything, he just waited for me to start playing. I took a deep breath and went into another dive, hoping to get past him. Luckily for me, he was a little slow turning around, and I had a clear path to the goal. Then, Harry came up beside, his shoulder touching mine as he tried to get in front of me. That blew all my concentration, and I took a blind shot. Amazingly enough, it went right through Hermione's arms! I was surprised – we had found that she was a pretty good Keeper, and that had been and easy block. But hey, I wasn't going to complain.

"Good shot, Gin!" Harry said, clapping me on the back. I looked into his green eyes – which I think are absolutely beautiful, by the way – and smiled back at him.

The rest of the game was a lot like that – meaning, I lost it every time Harry got near me. Even though I spent half the game watching him, I played fairly good.

The next morning, I woke up early and walked to the kitchen. Harry was out there already! I would've backed out and gone back to my room, but he saw me.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked me. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Yeah, me neither. You worried about something?"

You have no idea, I thought, then suddenly I backtracked. Does he know? Mentally, I shook myself. There was no way he could know. Suddenly, I realized that he was still waiting for an answer. "Oh, um, not really." Liar.

Harry nodded and looked out the window. "Our Hogwarts letter should be here soon. Think you'll get Prefect?" Holy cow. This boy was hitting all the right spots, and he didn't know it.

"I dunno," I replied. "Depends on if they decide I'm like Fred and George or one of my other brothers." This was actually kind of a sore spot with me. I hated being the last one in my family. Everyone judged me on how my brothers acted. At the moment, though, I was finding it hard to be mad at all. What did I have to complain about? Harry and I were alone in the same room, with no Ron to butt in and no Hermione to listen to us talk. Tell him, my brain urged me, tell him that you love him, that you've been daydreaming about him for ages. I just couldn't do it. Before I worked up enough nerve to talk to him again, Fred and George came in.

"Uh oh," Fred smirked, "looks like we just cut in on a private moment, George."

"Shut up," Harry and I said together. My ears were turning red, and I leaned my head on my hands, trying to hide them. The twins were now going on about their joke shop. Normally I would have been interested – I've even invented some of the things they sell – but all I wanted now was to be alone with Harry again.

I didn't get my wish that morning. Everyone came downstairs one at a time, and soon, Mum was making breakfast. I'm sure it was delicious, but see, Harry sat next to me and – enough said.

"Here comes your letters!" Bill called over the chatter. An owl came through the window carrying four envelopes with the Hogwarts crest on them.

"So who d'you think the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?" Ron wondered through a mouthful of bacon.

"Dunno," Harry replied, scanning the letter. "Doesn't say."

Frankly, Defense teachers gave me the creeps. There's only one that we've ever had that wasn't trying to hurt Harry in some way or another. Actually, the one in my first year doesn't really count. He tried to wipe Harry and Ron's memories when they were trying to rescue me. But that's a long story, so I won't tell it here. Anyway, Lupin is the only good teacher we've ever had in that class, but he can't teach now that everyone knows he's a werewolf.

"Should we go to Diagon Alley this afternoon?" Mum said, breaking into my thoughts. "That way, you can have a vacation of sorts before school starts." We all agreed, happy to be able to go somewhere new. It got boring staying home all summer.

Later that evening, after we had all packed, we stood in front of the fire, waiting for Dad to find the Floo powder. He looked through most of the cupboards before remembering that it was on top of the shelves.

"Now, who's first?" he asked cheerfully. "Guests, I suppose."

He held the powder out to Hermione, who took it hesitantly. She stepped into the flames, closed her eyes tightly, and shouted, "Diagon Alley!"

Once she was gone, Harry followed. Ron and I both volunteered to go next, so I took a pinch and was off before anyone could stop me. Unfortunately, I got a nose full of soot when I went, and I had to sneeze. Frantically, I tried to stop it without moving, thinking of an elephant. And yes, that usually works, but not this time. I came out of the fireplace in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by books. I stood up slowly, sore from my rough landing, and examined the books. They all had strange titles, like Uniblum's Klane. Every title was absolute gibberish.

A sound behind me startled me, and I spun around. An old man with shadowy eyes was walking towards me. Whatever it was he wanted, I was sure than I didn't want to find out, so I ran for the door. Once I was outside, I started to take a deep breath, then gagged. The air smelled horrible! This place was a complete dump! I think the streets were made of stone, but they were covered with a foul substance that I really didn't want to think about. Piles of trash were all around me. For a minute, I just stood there, not sure which way to go. Then, I saw a group of people in hooded cloaks walking towards me, so I turned and ran the other direction. The street ahead of me was clogged with evil-looking people! Quickly, I decided to take my chances with the smaller number of people, and I turned around again and ran as fast as I could. Closing my eyes, I bulled my way through the group. Someone grabbed my shoulder, but I somehow got away.

Once I dared to open my eyes again, I glanced over my shoulder. They were running after me! I wanted to scream, "What'd I ever do to you?!!" back at them, but I needed to save my breath. It was hard enough to breathe already with that awful stench in the air. Reaching a corner, I turned sharply, hoping to gain a little bit more space between me and my fan club. I didn't get two steps down the new street before I ran into someone head- on.

"Gin! What's wrong?"

Harry! He'd come to rescue me! However, I didn't have time to savor the moment. "Run!" I yelled, pulling him forward as he caught sight of the mob. We ran down the street, turning another corner farther down. When I tried to go straight, Harry pulled me into a small gap between the buildings. We stood there while the crowd passed us by. I pressed backwards, trying to get as far away from them as possible. Harry put a protective arm around me, and my stomach leaped. I felt better now, but I wasn't about to move until everyone had passed by.

When it was finally safe to go out, I was a little disappointed. At least we were safe. Harry led me down several streets, and into Diagon Alley.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, running over to us. "What happened?"

Everyone was standing there, looking pale and worried. I shrugged apologetically. "I sneezed."

It was dead quiet for a second; then, Harry began to laugh. I couldn't stop it, so I joined him. Soon, everyone except Mum was laughing. She was still pale, but looked like she was getting angry. I could see the lecture coming, so I changed the subject.

"Let's go buy our stuff before all the Hogwarts students get here, shall we?" I suggested, starting to walk away. Ron, Harry, and Hermione followed quickly, avoiding Mum's glare. Even after being chased by a bunch of crazy people and narrowly escaping one of Mum's lectures, I was in an exceptionally good mood. A/N So is it good? Plz review!