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A/N - Oh my gosh, I want to thank everyone that gave me a review and thank you for all the encouragement. Imagine my surprise when I saw that I had three reviews waiting for me about two hours after I posted the first chapter! Do the same for this one, please? I lubbers you all!

On with the story!


Chapter 2 - The Leaky Cauldron

Despite the fact the letters had arrived at her house roughly two weeks before August 31st, Ginny was practically dying a little inside everyday. She hadn't known two weeks could possibly seem so LONG! No matter how hard she tried to keep busy and not think about...Harry... she couldn't help but think of him even more and she felt she was losing her mind. She had even tried to beg her parents to make an earlier arrival to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Ginny, I've told you, no!" Molly Weasley barked, annoyed. She was outside pruning the gamut of wildflowers outside her house and she was too busy charming the gnomes to eat the little bugs destroying them to deal with Ginny's pitiful pleas for the fourth time that day.

"But Mum!" Ginny said desperately. "Ron is bored stiff over here and he has no one else to hang out with except the twins and they bother him. So, you see, we have to go to the Leaky Cauldron early so Ron doesn't..."

"As much as I love how you care about Ron's well-being," Molly interrupted, as an ugly gnome started gagging on a beetle, "we just don't have the time! Your father will be the judge on when we can go, you know he has work! Now, please, stop badgering me or we won't go at all!"

"But..." she started feebly.

"GINEVRA, I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF!"

So Ginny started pestering her father, but the answer was still a "no". She even went as far as to ask Ron to start pestering them, but he was suspicious.

"Why is it you want to go so much?" he asked, gazing at her.

She turned blushed all the way to the roots of her flaming red hair. "Never you mind," she snapped back at him, and, clearly seeing a lost battle, she turned on her heel and went back to her room depressed.

Ginny couldn't stand it. To keep busy, she did more chores than usual, (a surprise to her mother, as Ginny hated housework). She kept out of her brothers' way, (which confused them, as Ginny was always fighting to hang out with them). She had also finished about all her homework in about three days after the letters had come, homework she had not even started since school had let out for vacation. She was that lovesick.

Is there a disease actually called lovesickness?, she thought to herself as she gazed up at the clouds above her head. She was outside in the meadow near the ochard, having left her house when she saw that there was nothing else to be done. The house was unnaturally spotless, her homework was complete and done immediately, and her mind was achingly full with thoughts and daydreams that made her blush and feel woozy.

Truly there must be some kind of antidote for lovesickness.

Ginny could remember the first time she had laid eyes on Harry. The morning that Ron had gotten ready to leave for Hogwarts was a terribly gloomy day for Ginny, for she realized that she would be left all alone with no one to play with...except her mother. She had cried and begged her parents, before they had left for Kings Cross station, for her to go to Hogwarts with Ron, but of course there was no way. After a lot of promises and coaxing and a few strict statements from everybody, Ginny was almost better. But when she had clamped eyes on the small, skinny boy with the cool, messy jet-black hair and the gorgeous emerald green eyes, her heart had momentarily stopped.

No, she had not known just then who this beautiful boy was, but she felt some sort of magical pulley in her heart ignite into colorful flames and she saw bright lights; she was blinded by words in bright lights that reflected the only words that formed in her mind, heart, and eyes and they were:

"THAT'S THE ONE!"

Ginny remembered that she was unbearable that day once Fred and George correctly confirmed that it was indeed Harry Potter. How she had started crying on the platform, not because she was going to miss her brothers, but because she couldn't go on the train and say a proper greeting to the Boy-Who-Lived.

He had stood RIGHT THERE when he was asking how to get on the platform and she was too lovesick to tell him herself. How could she have not fathomed then that that was Harry Potter. It was so obvious! Sometimes Ginny really hated herself. She had been such a fool!

She had been an idiot last year too. That fateful day when she had come downstairs for breakfast,her hair tangled and frowzy, her eyes crusty and unfocused, and her morning breath that could be smelled from a five feet radius, she had found Harry Potter sitting at her kitchen table. He had noticed her, smiled at her, and said, "Hello."

Ginny could not remember when she'd ever been so shocked and speechless. She scampered upstairs to her bedroom without answering him, terrified by her appearance and wondering why she had chosen to wear her tiny, smelly, old bathrobe downstairs.

Once in her room, she slid to the floor, her back facing the door, and huffed and puffed as if she had just ran from a Blast-Ended Skrewt. Her hyperventilation stopped after several minutes and she looked over the events that had just happened in that half hour in her memory...and she felt incredibly stupid. Why had she ran? Why couldn't she have just said, "Good morning, Harry. Please excuse me for a moment," and then rush upstairs swiftly and clean herself up? What did he think of her when she had ran without answering his greeting? Probably thought I was rude, Ginny thought as she let a few tears pour down her face.

That was probably the worst day of Ginny's life, (well...aside from the day she was taken down to the Chambers of Secrets to die, but not extremely worse because the love of her life had rescued her and she had gotten to actually touch him that day for the first time ever...)

I will not make a fool of myself again, decided Ginny firmly. I will not! From this day forward, as of NOW, my ultimate mission and incoming goal will be to be Harry Potter's girlfriend...Maybe I'll even be his wife one day.


In the early morning of August 31st of about six a.m., Ginny's eyes blinked open immediately. She tossed aside her covers and leaped out of bed. She opened her bedroom door quietly and made her way stealthily to the bathroom, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the scarce silence swayed the Weasley household. It was weird to hear quiet.

Ginny bathed herself quickly, using her flower-scented soaps and shampoos multiple times until there was barely anything left. She skipped back to her room in her fluffy towel and bustled around in her tiny closet to find Muggle clothing that would make her look pretty in front of Harry.

She was never particularly bothered about how destitute her family was, but it changed right then. She didn't have that much Muggle clothing that would make her look attractive. In the end, she chose a pair of jeans, her worn-out trainers and a short-sleeved green T-shirt. She loved this T-shirt. Not only did it seem to make her look pretty, but it reminded her a lot of Harry's emerald green eyes.

It took about five hours for everyone to get everything ready and Ginny was growing irate and restless. She had waited two weeks of torture for this day to come, so now that the day had arrived, she wanted desperately to leave.

"I hope you remembered to take everything you need," Mr. Weasley reminded them as he gathered everyone by the fireplace and passed around the flowerpot filled with Floo Powder. "Because you lot aren't going to see this place until next summer."

"We've remembered everything, Dad, now can we go?" Ginny said impatiently.

Fred and George raised their eyebrows at the same time, a knowing smile flitting across their faces simultaneously.

"What's the big hurry, Gin?" George asked.

"Can't wait to see the midget with the eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?" Fred sniggered.

Ginny blushed scarlet. She had forgotten about the poem she had sent Harry for Valentine's Day. She remembered when that mean, rude boy, (she recalled that Ron had called him Malfoy) had said that he, Harry, had not like it. She remembered running into the girls' bathroom and sobbing her eyes out. Not only had Harry hated the Valentine, but he had had Riddle's diary in his hand too...

"Oh, shut up, you guys!" Percy retorted, coming to her defense, glaring at them. The twins stuck their tongues out at him. Ron looked at Ginny curiously, but didn't say anything.

Mrs. Weasley gathered their trunks and belongings near them. She would be the last to floo to the Leaky Cauldron along with their stuff. Of course, Ginny was the first one to pinch a bit of Floo powder into her hand and step into the fireplace.

"The Leaky Cauldron!" she announced, excitement evident in her voice. She was immediately sucked into the fireplace and she was spinning very fast inside the green flames. All the while her elbows and knees were tucked into her stomach, she was imagining how she's go up to Harry with a winning smile and say "Hi" to him...

When she saw the grate connected to the Leaky Cauldron, she prepared herself for the entrance and she landed almost perfectly on her feet. In front of her was the main room of the pub, bleak and grungy. Tom, the caretaker, was at the bar and there a few witches and wizard and warlocks at the tables eating a late breakfast or an early brunch. No one seemed to realize that she had entered.

Ginny stepped out of the fireplace and carefully checked her clothing to see if she had any soot on herself. She felt giddy; she hadn't messed herself up at all.

She waited exasperatedly for her family to join her and she was positively aggravated during the slow process of signing them all up for getting a room. All of a sudden, there was a cry at the door of the pub that led to the Muggle World.

"Ron!" Hermione Granger cried happily, as she made her way towards them, her trunk dragging behind her. Her brown eyes were lit up and her bushy, brown curls were tied up into a ponytail.

"Hey, Hermione!" Ron grinned as she hugged him, his ears turning a bit pink when she did so.

Hermione welcomed everyone in turn before she reached Ginny. "And how are you, Ginny?" she asked as she gave her a quick, warm hug.

"I'm fine, thanks, Hermione," Ginny said bashfully. She had never really talked to her all that much, but she knew she was kind. As Hermione turned to chat with Ron, and her parents gathered up all there belongings to bring to their rooms, and her brothers started their way to the entrance of Diagon Alley at the back of the pub, Ginny couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. When she heard Hermione at the door she was sure Harry would've been right near her, but she still hadn't caught sight of him...

"Mum," Ron said, as he and Hermione turned to follow his brothers to Diagon Alley, "Hermione and I are going to find Harry. Tom said he had already left..."

Ginny didn't hear anything else after that. A grin was upon her face and she felt like dancing. He was going to find Harry!

"Alright," Molly said, as she flicked her wand and the all the trunks levitated on their own. "Don't go near Knockturn Alley, dear, and be careful..."

"Yeah, okay," Ron cut her off. Ginny was about to follow them, when Mrs. Weasley put a hand on her shoulder, looking surprised.

"Where are you going?" she asked perplexed. "You should get your stuff settled in your room."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Oh, no, Mum, I want to go with Ron and Hermione! I want to see Harry!"

"Nonsense, Ginny!" Molly exclaimed. "You're going to help me fix everything up! We have four rooms..."

"Mum, no!" She felt panicky now. Her heart was beating rather quickly; she was close to hyperventilation. "I want to go with the others, oh, please, Mum!"

"Ginevra, I've said no!" Mrs. Weasley was, to say the least, shocked. What was wrong with her? "You are coming up to room fifteen and you are going to fix everything up before dinner time! Come on now, follow me!" She directed the stuff up the handsome staircase that lead to a suite of rooms, Ginny gawking horrified behind her.

For two weeks she had slaved and sulked around her house waiting for this day to come, to see her hero and she couldn't even have the chance because of her meddlesome mother. Didn't she even have a clue? Didn't she realize she was killing her? Starving her of the face she wanted to see so badly? Did she even CARE?

Ginny felt tears spring into her eyes as she slowly followed her mother up the stairs, her foot feeling about a thousand pounds heavy with every step.

There must be a reason why this was happening. Maybe fate didn't want her and Harry together. Yes. That must be it. She just wasn't meant to be with him.


A/N - I'm not so crazy about this chapter. Something just seems to be missing, I don't know. Review?