I am so sorry you guys, this would have been up Friday morning, but a cable line got cut and I was without internet until today.

But here it is. I hope you like it.

I forgot to tell you first chapter, that the Dean/Ginny relationship is not in this story.

I don't like Dean, so I left him out, plus he would have screwed up the plot.

Believe it or not, I still don't own it.


I am not having this.

I will not under any circumstances have feeling for Harry effin Potter again.

Why did he have to pick me up like that?

HUH? I want to know.

He just had to press my body in to his rock hard chest-

NO!!! Stupid Ginny stupid!

This is that Ink bottle's fault.

I curse it.

And when I found out who left said ink bottle on the floor; I'm going to track them down and give them the bat-bogey hex from hell! I know it was a girl. Oooooo, she's mine, who ever she is.

Again why did he have to pick me up like that?? I know he was being a noble prat, but doesn't he know that stuff like that could wake up certain feelings that certain girls buried, and then trampled on said feeling graves, to make sure they were buried real deep so they would never resurface, so said girl would never have to worrying about them coming back?

No! You know why?

Because he's a bloody man and they don't ever think about things like that; stupid bloody testosterone. I swear it blocks the proper chemicals they need for proper brain functions.

And now here I am passed out because of said feelings resurfacing. And I'm having a bloody conversation with myself while unconscious!!! I bet you think I'm nutters. I swear I'm not.

I'm not!

The last thing I remember was falling forward towards Harry. So I know the fool probably caught me.

I wonder if I landed on his chest—

NOOOO!!!

I'm not doing this. I'm just going to deny everything to myself and pretend it's all a dream.

Well I am unconscious this could in fact be a dream.

YES!!! It is!! There's no way none of this could have ever happened, now that I think about it.

Right?

You see this whole thing is psychotic, so none of it is real. Can't be.

I bet I'm in my bed and I'm dreaming this. Me stepping on that ink bottle, Harry picking me up and me passing out, has to all be a dream.

In fact I think I'm awaking up.

See!!

I can feel a warm fluffy bed beneath me. Yes I am in fact, in my bed and this is all a dream.

Thank Merlin because I don't' think I could have took this if it won't—

"Madam Pomfrey is she going to be okay?" I heard someone ask.

Wait…. If I'm in my dorm then why is…

"Yes Mr. Potter. She just needs some rest, her foot is on the mend; and I think I'll release her in the morning."

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

This is not happening. See I told myself that it was all a dream so it can't in fact be happening.

No.

"Harry I'm going to write Mum and let her know Ginny is okay; Hermione you coming with me?"

I heard retreating footsteps and then a door open and close.

Why is this happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Can't I get a bloody break? And why in the hell did I have to pass out in front of Harry bleeding Potter????? GURRRRRRRR.

Stupid Ginny!! Stupid feelings! Stupid Pink bunny rabbit nightwear! Stupid bloody ink bottle!

But I stopped my list of things that are stupid when I heard someone sit beside me

Oh God.

Okay do not open your eyes, do not open your eyes. Don't do it. Don't do it! Just lay here and pretend you're still knocked out.

So that's what I did, for the next forty five minutes. I barely breathed. I didn't move an eyelash. I kept still, hoping he would leave; but he didn't. He just sat there not saying a word.

Stupid noble git! Can't he see that I'm going through emotional turmoil?? Can't he see that I have the sudden urge to just sit up and snog him, but I won't because I'll look like a fool.

And I would just like to add that it's not helping in the least bit that he sitting mere inches from me.

Oh why me? Why does shit like this always happen to me?? A girl can never get a break. If it's not deranged diaries controlling my mind or death eaters trying to kill me, it's my stupid brain making me fall for a boy who never even gives me a second look.

Stupid brain.

If I didn't need it I would curse it.

Anywho, I think Hermione Ron are back.

"I'm Hungry."

"Ronald is your stomach all you think about?"

"What?"

"Honestly Ronald your sister just fainted."

Yep their back.

Suddenly I felt a light breeze float past me and I knew Harry had gotten up.

Finally! Thank Merlin!

"The three of you can come back in the morning; visiting hours are over." I head madam Pomfrey say.

Then a few seconds later I heard more footsteps and the door opened and closed.

I opened my eyes a millimeter to see Madam Pomfrey busying herself with a potion.

She suddenly turned around.

Damn I got caught.

"Miss. Weasley you're awake."

I just nodded.

She grabbed one of the little bottles off the table and brought it to my bed.

"You need to take this." She said, smiling.

No bloody way! I've had enough trouble with bottles tonight, thank you very much. I'll pass.

I signaled this by shaking my head and pursing my lips together.

Her smile disappeared. "Miss Weasley, you fainted, you have to take this."

I shook my head again and squeezed my lips tighter.

"Miss Weasley if you do not take this, I will be forced to make you take it."

Go ahead and try.

Apparently Madam Pomfrey can read minds because that's what she did.

She went ahead and tried and made me take it.

The Cheater.

She Silencio'd and emobileless'd me and forced the potion down my throat.

No fair!!!!

Apparently I pissed her off, because she forcefully waved her wand to extinguish the lights, told me to "Go to sleep" and left.

What a meanie! What if I don't want to go to sleep huh? I'm fifteen years old, I can decide if I want to go to sleep or not, thank you very much.

And besides I'm going through emotional turmoil over Harry bleeding Potter!!!!!

I don't feel like sleeping. So I pulled back the duvet and made to stand up.

I had only made it three inches when I heard a screech of.

"MISS WEASLEY YOU NEED TO REST!!!!!"

I froze and jumped back in to my bed.

FINE!!! FINE!!! I'll stay here but not because I'm scared of her.

I'm not!

No I simply agree with her, on my state of health.

My mental health that is.

Because I don't think I can take this Harry thing. What the hell!! I remember what it was like when I had a crush on him; I couldn't say more than two words around him. I couldn't be in the same room with him without knocking things over or…or….

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!Butter dishes!!!

NO!

I will not be sticking any of my elbows in any bleeding butter dishes.

Stupid things, I hate them and they hate me.

And look I've already begun it. All I could do was nod when he asked me a question and then I fainted because I saw him without a shirt on.

Tomorrow is going to be the day from hell. First off, tomorrow is Saturday which means no class!!!! So I can't avoid him like I could on any other day. I have Quidditch practice, breakfast, lunch and dinner and all said things occur while Harry is in the vicinity. Plus we're in the same house.

Damn.

Alright I'm devising operation avoid Harry! My mission is simple.

Stay away from him at all costs.

Quidditch will be simple; I'll just fly away when he comes near. Meals on the other hand will be a bit tricky. I think I can go by on just one tomorrow, breakfast I'll do I think and if I get hungry after that, I'll sneak down to the kitchen. Yes that's what I'll do.

It's flawless. No way could it go wrong.

Now all I have to do is worry about the rest of the year.

Shit