AN / So here it is, Part Four of my story series! This one is a little bit more lighthearted, despite the beginning! Things get a bit more interesting and difficult as the chapters progress…Enjoy

Special thanks to my reviewers of the other three stories so far - Leslie, Dementorchic, Infinitemoment, Darcel Lucia, Mindy Malfoy, Gily, Suki, Kelzery - ESPECIALLY Leo_The_Lionus! Thanks for our midnight chats!

Disclaimer…I can hear the pack of lawyers baying for my blood already outside the door…please don't hurt me, its all in good fun!

For Mabwenya

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I groaned to myself and got back into position in the line. Madame Chantuer was in a particularly touchy mood today, and was keeping the class back later than usual trying to get this song done properly. Sara and the rest of my Gryffindor roommates were stood next to me, the very picture of the angelic choirgirls.

We were doing my favourite song at the moment, and as I had suggested it I had been given the 'honour' of doing a solo spot in it.

Don't get me wrong, I love singing, I just hate, hate singing in front of people, and I never did it if I could help it, but unfortunately half of the Magical Arts course seemed to compromise of me embarrassing myself.

The music struck up, and I watched the professor wildly swinging the baton over her head, shouting out instructions for the song over the noise of the music.

"Brilliant...a little higher Jones...lovely. Now here comes the hard part...take the solo Anslow...good good...now you Weasley"

I took my cue, singing my lines whilst listening to my furiously beating heart.

"But I see your true colours, Shining though, I see you true colours, And that's why I love you, So don't be afraid to let them show, Your true colours, True colours, Shining through"

I finished my lines and silently cursed myself, why oh why did I have to tell them my favourite song? My special song. It wasn't right singing the words that were so special to me for everyone else to hear. I hummed along to the chorus, then took another deep breath to begin my next solo, loosing myself in the words, singing louder and stronger than before. I find if I imagine a certain picture in my head whilst singing this song, it becomes a lot easier.

"Show me a smile, don't be unhappy I can't remember when I last saw you laughing If this world makes you crazy and You take in all you can bare You call me up- because you know I'll be there"

The song gradually faded out, and it seemed Madam Chanteur was finally happy with our rendition, so she mercifully let us escape. I hurried down the dark corridors, hugging my book bag close to me as I tried to ignore the shadowy corners. Its amazing that the paths you've walked for so long, suddenly change, and walking down them becomes less like a chore, but more a victory. I had the uneasy feeling that I was being watched and I quickened my pace, desperate to get back to the warmth of the Common Room and the comfort of my friends.

I hurriedly gave the password to the Fat Lady, and clambered through quickly, stopping only to gain my breath when the portrait closed shut. I suddenly felt very silly with myself for loosing my head like that for no reason. I hugged the parchment closer to me, and looked around the common room. I caught sight of Harry staring me and I smiled, feeling instantly better. I walked over to them, catching a little of what Ron was saying.

"...yeah but what's the point? They want you to buy the car, not the music" he said, brows knitted in confusion

"Hi guys, what you talking about?" I asked as I casually fell into the seat next to Harry, dropping my parchments onto the table.

"Oh hi Gin" said Hermione distractedly before rounding on Ron.

I smiled and sat back and took another steadying breath, looking at Harry who merely rolled his eyes at the others.

"What's going on?" I asked him quietly as they began to bicker about something.

"Were having a discussion don't you know. We're trying to decide whether muggle music's better than wizarding music. At least we were until those two started on at each other" he told me, sighing deeply, apparently they must have been going on for some time.

I started laughing when Ron began to wave his arms around wildly, missing Hermione by inches. I really think those two love to hate each other, they're never satisfied without at least one argument a day. I caught sight of Harry, staring at me with a kind of distracted look on his face, and raised my eyebrows questioningly at him, apparently he didn't notice, so I turned back to Ron and Hermione's conversation.

"Muggle music's definitely better" I told them, which instantly shut them up, and they both stared at me for completely different reasons.

"Gin, your supposed to be on my side" said Ron incredulously.

"Why? Anyway I'm right. Wizarding songs are always about stupid things like curses going wrong or broken wands, they're pointless. Look at Uncle Bert's favourite: 'I didn't have these horns last night', it just proves my point" I said smirking, remembering Christmas gathering where we were all treated to his various renditions, getting more and more unique as he drank more Butterbeer XXX.

Both Hermione and Harry burst out laughing, and even Ron managed to crack a smile, probably at the memories we'd been inflicted with. Harry was looking at me in wonder and Hermione was contenting herself by sticking a tongue out at Ron.

"What's bought on this sudden interest in music?" I asked when the laughter died down.

"Well Harry was just asking about Magical Arts class after he saw you tonight" said Hermione simply.

I felt my insides curl up in horror, Harry had seen me? He'd seen me singing that song as well. I gave an inward groan and quickly replaced my frown with a brittle smile.

"You saw me singing?" I managed to choke out.

"Not really, just noticed you in the choir as I walked past" he told me, with an assuring smile.

My heart soared, he hadn't seen me after all, thank God. However, the butterflies remained and I suddenly felt a little sick.

"Oh right...anyway I better go to bed, I'm so tired" I said, rushing out of the Common Room before everyone could even say goodnight.

I raced up the stairs and climbed into my bed hurriedly, trying to get rid of the funny feeling I was having. I pulled the curtains around me, and lit my wand, pulling my diary from under my pillow. So much had happened in such a short space of time that I hadn't had chance to get all these thoughts and feelings down onto paper. I cursed myself silently and opened it up getting ready to begin, feeling like I'd not done my homework, as if I'd get a serious reprimand if I hadn't completed it. I brushed aside my stupid thoughts and took a deep breath...where to begin?

Dear Diary

I woke up this morning and thought to myself, I love my life. It's only been a week since that night that Harry told me exactly what he thought of me, and I can still remember exactly what he said – word for word. The entire scene is imprinted in my mind, just so I can keep it a treasure it for the rest of my life.

"You're the most beautiful, smartest, funniest person I know"

I woke up the next morning, thinking I'd been in some kind of wonderful dream, until I got down to the Great Hall, where Harry was waiting for me, smile on his face. He even pushed Hermione across just so I could sit next to him. I keep telling myself, this can't be happening. But it is! And I want to sing it from the rooftops, scream it in the common room, tell the whole world that Harry Potter looked at me and saw just me for who I was, and smiled at me how I wished a million times he would.

We talk for hours in the common room late at night when everyone else has gone to bed, about meaningless stuff basically, just doing it because we can, about what we want to do when we leave Hogwarts, where we'll be in ten years time and more importantly just how far the Chudley Cannons will get in this years league. I'm afraid I've been spending too much time around Ron.

Talking about Ron, he seems to have noticed I talk to Harry more, which I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. It's good because he can slowly get used to the idea that Harry and me...Harry and me are what? I don't even know. We haven't said anything about what happened in my dorm last week, and I'm totally confused. I've been so caught up with the smiles and the conversations that I don't even know what's going on.

Hermione's smart, and she can tell something happening, but I don't really know just how much she knows. She's known about my 'crush' on Harry for years, almost everyone has, but she's the only one I really confide in. Is she smart enough to see the looks we've been giving each other, or is she to caught up in the her own love life to notice? I'm going to pray that she hasn't, I don't really know what to do, maybe I should ask Harry about it, or maybe I should...I don't know. Let's just see what happens.

I said before my life is perfect, I think that was a bit over-enthusiastic. I still live in a dorm with the bimbos, and they're still giving me a hard time. The giggle every time they see Harry around, make snide comments when were alone, they're the only things ruining my almost perfect life. But again I don't know what to do about them, all I can do is hold my head up high, and shrug it off.

I heard somebody say once, that as soon as one part of your life takes a turn for the best, another part starts to go horribly wrong. Not only do I now have to put up with even more taunting from the girls, but also my nightmares have started again. I thought I'd put everything behind me this summer, abut the Chamber of Secrets, but now my nights are plagued by nightmares of Tom and Harry again. I'm terrified of loosing him again. Like I thought I had at the end of last term and my subconscious seems to be picking up on this.

Gosh, look how much I've written, my hand is practically cramped. I don't know why I bother with this diary. The whole reason I bought it was to deal with stuff that I've dealt with now. But it's a force of habit and I can't imagine not writing to you now.

I better sign off.

Love Ginny.

I carefully placed my diary underneath my pillow, shortly followed by my muggle pen. For everything the wizarding world has to offer, you still can't beat a little bit of muggle technology I thought to myself smugly. I quietly turned over in bed and contemplated the next few weeks ahead. I had lessons to do, homework to complete and a life to live and there just didn't seem enough time in the day.

I sighed carefully, and closed my eyes tight and prayed that sweet dreams would follow instead of the nightmares I knew deep down that would.