Hi again. Yeah I updated pretty fast but I'm not sure this is as good as the first one so let me know if you feel it could be changed or whatever. Disclaimer: In the first chapter!

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Ok, calm down Ginny just chill and RELAX!!!!!!!!!

OH WHO BLOODY HELL AM I KIDDING????

I have just fallen in love with Harry all over again!!!

Not good!

There goes my life; I can literally see it fly out the window. Wait is it taunting me? I can see it bobbing up and down in the air! Great even my own life is out to humiliate me!

Ouch.

Pig just hit me on the head.

My life sucks.

Well...because the fact is that I'm in love in someone who happens to be my elder brothers best friend, my best friends would be brother and oh yeah he's Harry Potter .

Though I apparently am his 'favourite redhead'. Hehe!!

Must. Not. Dance. Manically.

Breathe. Just Breathe!

'Morning Ginny!'

'Morning Hermione.' She is way to chipper for this time of day. Honestly.

'GINNY WEASLEY!!!! GET DOWNSTAIRS AND GET YOUR UNIFORM NOW!!!' Lovely mother, truly spectacular or as Gred or Forge would say Spiffing!

'COMING!! Wait uniform?' I stop as I leave the room. I turn round and notice that someone (Hermione) has packed all my stuff. Oh it's September first! ALREADY??? Okay I'm scatter brained at the moment but come on! You know what has happened to me!

Gah!!! No fair. I now have to deal with O.W.L.'s and Snape??? I really hate my life!

I trail downstairs after Hermione who is already dressed and acting far too chipper in my opinion. Mum is bright red and clearly mad as she zooms around the kitchen. Now do I mean mad as in insane or mad as in-

'RONALD WEASLEY!!!! GET DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTINT!!! WE ARE LEAVING IN LESS THEN AN HOUR AND I EXPECT BETTER FROM A PREFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Probably both. Ouch my mothers loud, my ears are ringing.

Ron and Harry slump in a few minutes later, like me, still in PJs, all we get from Ron is the usual grunt. Well that's what he gives me and Mum but Hermione gets the sleepy smile (I wonder why). Mum dithers about whilst we scoff down breakfast, except for Hermione who of course is eating breakfast at her regular pace whilst the rest of us have to dart upstairs get owls in cages, find Arnold, cram last minute books into trunks, get broomsticks and get showered and changed fast. Which leads me to my little problem.

I'm in the bathroom right? After coming out from my shower and I'm wrapped up in a fluffy towel. Fine you would think. Except for one teeny tiny problem.

Harry has just walked in.

I know what you're thinking. Well of course you would you're my head but regardless. It's the cliché. Boy who Girl Loves walks in on said Girl right? Weeeeeeeeeeeeell he's in nought but a towel either. A very very veeeeeeeeeery small one.

Oh Godric Gryffindor.

Any other day of the week would have been fine!

Fine?

My wildest dream come true more like but anyway back to the bathroom.

'G-G-Ginny??' Oh isn't that cute he's stuttering.

'No I'm Ron and yeah best go.' I go to pick up my stuff whilst trying not to show any more skin then I already am. But fate being cruel to me decides that I should drop my favourite bra on to Harry's foot.

Ok that usually fine right? No this wasn't fine. I was the joke one Tonks gave me for my birthday last year.

The Harry Potter themed ones.

Shit.

Harry bends over whilst I am doing a FABULAS impression of a tomato, and picks it up.

'Nice pattern Gin.' He bumps my hip as he walks over to the sink and I leave in sheer confusion after he tosses the bra at me.

Then it hits me. And I'm NOT talking about the bra which I must say in tres cute! It's black with little lightning bolts that glitter.

I saw Harry Potter in nothing but a towel.

And it was goooooooood!

'GINNY!!! Get dressed!' Hermione is now yelling at me. Makes a change from Ron I guess.

'I'm dressed, I'm dressed. Chill.'

I grab my truck and yank it out of the room. I glare as Hermione levitates hers. I hate being so young at times! We get downstairs and Ron and Harry are already there, Mum ranting in the usual pre-school way.

We head outside, on time, which is a miracle, just as the Ministry cars roll in. But our security wasn't a nice happy, cheery Hagrid nope, we got two straight faced Aurors who looked like they had gi-normic polls shoved up their-'

'Come on Ginny through the barrier quickly!' Ahhhhhhh the Hogwarts Express! The huge red train is gleaming in the sunlight and great torrents of steam are engulfing the platform. Harry strides forwards and motions for the others to follow.

'We can't, Harry. Ron and I've got to go to the prefect carriage first and then patrol the corridors for a bit.' Hermione says looking stricken.

Harrys' face falls and he goes over to talk to Dad.

'Mum I'll be fine, I know the rules. Be careful, don't go out after hours and don't get pregnant. I got it Mum don't worry. See you at Christmas. I hug her and I walk over to the train and pull my trunk on with help from Ron. Harry darts on and closes the door and we wave out the open window as Mum yells.

'You make sure you look after yourself and be good and stay safe.' Harry waves until the station is out of sight. I was talking to some of my friends.

'Oh my Merlin Ginny! You got to stay with him this summer! I am soo jealous!' You should be missy!

'He is waaaay hotter then anyone else!'

'What about Ron?' Okay ewwwwwwwwww that's my brother! Bleh!

Suddenly all the girls gape and I feel a tap on my shoulder.

'Fancy trying to find a compartment?' He asks giving me the puppy dog eyes. Not that I wasn't going to say yes, cause there ain't a chance in hell I'm meeting Dean! No waaaaay.

'Sure!' Harry looks relieved to get away from the girls in my year. I don't blame him either. They looked as if they were going to eat him alive!

'I am soooo glad to be coming back this year y'know! I know it's the O.W.Ls and all but...'

I trail off not knowing how to finish.

'I know what you mean. Hogwarts is my home now and I hate leaving it too.'

I nod happily, and I spot Neville a little way ahead. I look at Harry in order to point it out but I notice he looks really uncomfortable. I glance around to see why and then I suddenly feel as though I'm in a bright spotlight. Everyone is gaping at us, well more Harry then me but it's disconcerting to say the least.

'Hi Harry! Hi Ginny!'

Neville grins at us whilst struggling with his trunk. Luna is with him, she looks as ahem, unusual as usual.

'Hello Ginny, Harry.'

'Hi guys!' I grin whilst giving Luna a hug.

'Hey! How are you?'

'Very well thank you' Luna says dreamily clutching her Quibbler. Neville battling with Trevor gives us quick thumbs up which I take for a 'Really great thanks'

Harry and Luna start talking about the Quibbler well Luna talks Harry does his best not to drift off.

'Let's get a compartment. I really need to ditch the trunk.' I say distracting even Luna. Harry looks relieved and grabs my trunk as thanks. I smile at him.

'Right-o now dearest slave of mine in here! Pronto!' I order him pointing into the last compartment.

'Of course Ms. Weasley. Anything else Ms. Weasley?' Harry salutes getting the attention of a few other sixth year girls.

'Not for the moment Mr. Potter. Thank you.' Oh fun! This is my favourite time of day! Make a mockery of Harry time!

He bows, takes my hand and escorts me into the compartment. He bows again with a goofy look on his face and I burst out laughing. Luna and Neville enter afterwards. Neville peers out the compartment door.

'They're even staring at us because we're with you!' He says amazed gesturing at Luna, himself and me.

Harry hoists his trunk up onto the rack. He shakes his head as he tells Neville.

'They're staring at you because you were at the Ministry, too. Our adventure was all over the Daily Prophet, you must've seen it.' Ah Harry always the nice guy. I smile over at him and he smiles slightly back. Obviously the Prophet's still a bit of a sore point with him. Who could blame him either?

Neville smiles broadly and shows us his new wand. The conversation turns to the DA, it turns out Harry isn't going to continue it. I frown at him.

'Harry I honestly think you should. It was a great morale booster and we all know we are going to need one of those this year.'

He looks guilty, and it gets worse as Luna speaks up.

'I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.'

I goggle at her. Luna has the oddest ability to speak the truth. Even when it's the really awkward truth. But this... ouch. And she does have friends!! Like me!

'Luna! You do have friends!! There's me and Harry and Neville, Ron and Hermione. '

'That's nice of you to say Ginny.'

I blink at her; Neville and Harry look equally stunned. I lean back and my face drops. I hate it when people like Luna are alone. She a lovely person... Just not very normal but then again neither am I. I'm about as crazy as they come. I feel someone grab my hand and I turn to look at Harry. He smiles reassuringly at me and I relax slightly. Suddenly there's a lot of giggling outside the compartment and we hear some girls arguing then arrogant girl bursts in.

'Hi, Harry, I'm Romilda, Romilda Vane.' She practically shouts. Ok okay WE CAN HEAR YOU!!! It's not a huge echoing room you know. 'Why don't you join us in our compartment?' She whispers the last part looking at Neville who is looking for Trevor under the seat again and Luna, who is wearing the free Spectrespecs that came with the Quibbler and looks kinda like a multicoloured Pig. I cock my head looking at her.

Harry speaks coldly to her. I think I missed something whilst examining Luna. Vane leaves looking surprised but her expression changes when she spots our hands. I look down too, they are still intertwined. I feel a little warmer then normal. I feel my cheeks burn and I get up breaking the link with Harry and my hand feels strangely empty. Harry looks at me in surprise.

'Bathroom' I manage to squeeze out before bolting.

I dart into the small bathroom and place my head against the cool mirror. I stare at my reflection, my cheeks still red. Harry could never like me like that. If he did wouldn't he have acted differently this morning? Oh god this morning. I feel so embarrassed. Why did I have to fall in love with him again?

I leave the bathroom my thoughts still all muddled.

'OI!! Weasley!'

A very loud, very annoying voice breaks through my thoughts.

'What?'

Oh great it's Zacharias Smith. The huge idiot who tried to get Harry to talk about what happened in the graveyard during the DA last year. Never like him, but he was a friend of Michaels so I had to be pleasant. Not anymore though.

'I wanted to ask you about the Ministry in June. What did happen? The Prophet was very quiet on it.'

I look at him in disbelief. 'You what?' Yep that's a very intelligent statement eh?

'The incident in June? What happened?'

'It's none of your business.' I say snappily turning to get back to the compartment.

'I heard Potter went nuts and tried to kill someone and blabbered about You-Know-Who being inside him. Wack job he is.'

Oh no he didn't.

Why I do believe he did.

This calls for some ass kicking.

Smith is down and covered in bat bogies before he realised I had moved.

Weasley: 1

Smith: 0

I turn back around and make to stroll back to my compartment when I hear a voice.

'Wait a moment Miss!'

An adult.

Oh crap.

I turn around and I see a large rounded man standing there. He looks kinda like a Walrus. Must be the new DADA teacher Harry was talking about. Slughorn or something. I look up at his face fully expecting him to be looking furious but instead he laughs.

'Ho ho!! What a wonderful cast of the Bat Bogey Hex a tricky one I might add! Miss er? What the fuck?

'Weasley, Sir.' I say meekly. I can act innocent if I need to!

'Well then, I am having a small gathering in my compartment please, I would be honoured if you came my dear.'

Whoa whoa WHOA!!!!!!!!! I get caught hexing someone and instead of detention I get to go to a Party? Looks like my lucks changing! Yes!

'Will do Professor! Will do.'

'Excellent! Well then follow me down to compartment C.'

I follow him as he waddles down the corridor, feeling very odd. I had just gotten out of a detention and got rewarded, I think, instead. This Professor was strange. He was nearly as wide as he was tall, had a HUGE moustache and he was completely bald. He was also dressed in green silk robes with sliver buttons, clearly of Slytherin descent. Oh great another Snape. Well except for the fact that this guy is waaaaaaaaay older and doesn't have greasy hair!

I mean seriously someone should send that guy shampoo and instructions. We could all benefit from that. I mean Potions with that git... It would give me nightmares if I didn't have worse things in this ol'noggin of mine. But the idea of Snape nightmare... AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I should give Neville a hug. I really should.

But then again... He didn't punish me... Oh wait he doesn't know what house I'm in... that won't last.

'Weasley? What the HELL is a Blood Traitor like you doing in here?' See? Told you! That was Zabini a right bastard from my year who insists on torturing me like Malfoy does to the others. I hate him soooo much!!

Then Harry and Neville come in. Neville looking nervous Harry looking baffled. I meanwhile am crammed in next to Slughorn. Ouch ouch OUCH!!!!!!!!!! He is HUGE!!!!! Can't he sit somewhere else ANYWHERE else?????

No he can't because he can't get up.

Stupid fricking Professors!

Slughorn starts grilling Harry on his various deeds. I just pray I don't cone up in the argument.

Zabini snorts at Slughorns 'Chosen One comment' my mouth speaks before I can stop it.

'Oh yeah Zabini because you're so good, at posing.' I glare at him and Slughorn laughs and talks about how I ended up in this god-forsaken party thing.

Sooo about two of the longest, most painful hours of my life well except for the fact that could stare at Harry and no one would notice... not that I did that of course. I am a young woman totally in control of her emotions... or in this case hormones. I did not think once about this morning and Harrys nicely toned chest. Not I did not.

Don't believe me?

Fine.

Be like that.

Doesn't matter because I didn't and I'm only thinking about it now because it defends my point.

Somehow.

And since this is me I'm talking to I win!

Yey!

Go me!

But I'm rambling back to outside the compartment. We head back to where the others should now be. Ron and Hermione probably joined Luna after their patrol. If they actually did any patrolling. I mean you never know, today for instance their emotions finally took over, Hermione stopped think, Ron started thinking and bam! Snogging in the train! But then again since those two seem to be pretty dense around each other I'd say not.

Dang there goes my dream of cute little redheaded geniuses with a love for quidditch!

Dangnabit!

I shake my head as I've realised that I've zoned out again. I look around and I see Neville looking anxiously down the train but no Harry. I look at Neville.

'Where did Harry go? I kinda got stuck in my own thoughts there for a while.'

'I don't know Ginny but I think he's gone to spy on Malfoy.'

Malfoy? What the fuck is Potter thinking?? What in Merlins pants would drive him to do that?

I get my answer back in the compartment from Hermione.

'Oh Harry is just convinced that Voldemort has made Malfoy a Death Eater. But I do hope that he isn't caught by anyone.'

I spend the rest of the journey in silence reading Defence for the Young Witch. Sirius gave me the book last year saying that I would enjoy it. I certainly have, I've learned tons! From Bat-Bogey hexes to shields and such. It really is a fantastic book.

'Hey Hogwarts is up ahead! And where is Harry? Didn't he say he wouldn't be long Neville?'

'Yeah Ron that's what he said but...'

'If he's under the cloak then he may not be able to get our unnoticed I think even Malfoy might see a door opening itself.' I say thoughtfully closing my book. As I close it I spy something at the back.

It's a tiny notebook. And when I mean small I mean micro. Its smaller then my finger nail. I'll have to enlarge it after the feast tonight.

Mid-feast Harry still isn't back and neither is Snape. Strange. I glance around the room and I see Malfoy imitating smashing someone's nose then making a lightning bolt shape with his wand. Oh dear. That's not good.

Oh Harry's back!

He's covered in something.

Mud?

No... CHRIST! (Whoever that is... I picked the saying up from Hermione... It works!) IT'S BLOOD!!!

What happened to him?

In fact that's what Hermione asks after she cleans off the blood. Harry checks his reflection in the back of a spoon and I lean over.

'Geese Harry vain much?'

He grins and reaches over for some Sheppard's pie right before it disappears leaving the desserts.

'Well yeah I have to look good for the adoring public, don't I?' He throws his hand back at a bunch of rather giggly Hufflepuffs looking over at him and grimaces. He really hates all the attention yet he will never escape it. I lay a hand on his shoulder and ignore the electric pulses thrilling up my arm.

'Ah don't worry we know that you're not just a pretty face or a scar.'

Harry smiles and nods all-knowingly at me.

'Yeah well you do like the scar after all don't you?'

Ron who has been listening to us looks baffled.

'What going on?' Taking in my red face and Harry smirk I think he's added two and two and gotten ten. Brothers!

'Oh nothing Ron just a joke isn't that right Firecracker?'

'Like I said before shut it Oh Chosen Captain!' I thought I got a lot of laughs at home with that joke nothing compared to Hogwarts I'm telling you!

Ron frowns and looks at Harry. And when I mean looks at Harry I mean it's the stare down of the century until Hermione interrupts.

'Ron! Did you remember the password given out at the meeting?' Same old Hermione checking over the little details.

Later on when I'm in bed I remember the tiny notebook. I reach over into my trunk and pick it up. I sit down and take out my wand.

'Encourgio!' I whisper not wanting to wake my roommates again. There is only so much a girl can take of boy talk. Especially when it comes to Harry and for the strangest reason MY brother RON! Gag me please!!! That's just hideous!

I open the notebook and begin to read.

I am going TO KILL SIRIUS!!!

Oh wait he's dead.

SHITE!!!!!!!!!!