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Dear diary,

Day before the 'legendary' ball

I'm not leaving this bed ever again. Ever. I am not, I repeat, am not, going to the ball!

So naturally I'm going.

I was reading through my old school books to try and recap on the best invisibility charm, and it said all I have to do is a swish and a point at each part of my body that I want to be concealed. So here's the plan:

5:00pm: change into my abomination of a dress

5:10 do makeup to the best of my non-existent ability

5:15 swear at my reflection for five minutes

5:20 tie hair into a bun

5:25 find dress that I wore to the Yule ball in third year which now fits again after endless charms, put it in Hermione's bag (she's in on the plan)

5:30 make my way downstairs, ignore laughter from George and Charlie

5:40 all of us find Portkey, which is supposedly a young child's pink coloured sock

5:50 avoid weird looks when arrive by hiding behind a fountain

6:00-6:05 show my face at the ball a couple of times. Avoid Harry at ALL costs

6:10 find a bathroom and perform invisibility charm

6:15 find Hermione by two tugs on her hair

6:20 find bathroom again after she excuses herself

6:30 after changing and re-doing makeup and hair, dash back into the ball as if we never left. By now Aunt Muriel will be drunk as fuck and won't even realise I've changed.

6:35 onwards: enjoy a ball and the free food, but still avoiding Harry James Potter at ALL COSTS

Hurrah!

I've decided its fool proof. Absolutely fool proof.

Oh I have to tell you! I caught Harry with just boxer shorts on yesterday night! It was just… it was just… It was just awesome! As well as exceedingly embarrassing, but oh was he hot or was he hot?

We also had this really nice conversation, and I didn't stammer once. Well maybe once…

Okay so basically I had woken up at about two in the morning and Harry had obviously done the same thing so we were had this really awkward conversation about how pretty the moon was and then he said something about me having nice eyes which did scare me a little bit considering he was wearing boxer shorts and I was in my old dressing gown with messed up hair again and the he said I should go first for the loo and then I said "oh no you go" and we had a whole friendly but kind of heated argument of us saying "you" or "no you go honestly its fine honestly fine" and then he said half laughing "Oh Christ Ginny just go."

So I went into the toilet.

I should have put a silencing charm on the door.

I hope I don't pee too loudly.

I was trying to make it quiet.

I do hope it sounded attractive.

Yes I really hope it sounded attractive

Oh Merlin what if it sounded weird?!

He was probably laughing or cringing or puking from outside the door!

Oh Merlin no!

What if I sounded ugly and he was just smiling when I exited to be polite?

Oh Merlin! I hate my bladder!

I think he must think I'm mad as well, because I stood outside the door waiting for him for some reason.

I think I'd been petrified or something. I just stood there. Grinning madly.

Harry pees quite attractively.

I was getting so messed up that I ended up going 'accio firewhisky' and drinking some of it. Just to relieve the stress of the fact that i might be a loud pee-er and Harry Potter, the sexiest hero of all time, heard me.

That was when he came out of the bathroom and he just looked at me and then the firewhisky. I didn't really know what to say. Apart from:

"Firewhisky?"

"Yeah," he said. "Alright then." He took a swig, and passed it back. Passing it back and forth, back and forth.

"I really am not looking forward to this ball." Harry said miserably, and I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, same here Potter, same here." I said in agreement. "it's really pissing me off actually."

"Why? You're not the one in the spotlight all the time, and I'm sure you'll look as beautiful as ever." I blushed, and he smiled slightly.

"My dress is appalling, Harry." I muttered. "I am most certainly not beautiful either."

"Let's tackle the first problem. What's wrong with your dress?" He asked, his head tilting to the side slightly.

"Aunt Muriel chose it." I said simply, not meeting his gaze.

"You know, Ginny, I don't care who chose your dress, whether it was Muriel or a Hippogriff, i think it will look fantastic on you anyway."

I perked up a little, but only a little, and mumbled, "I look like a jellyfish."

"You know Ginny, I don't care what animal you look like, whether its Muriel or a Hippogriff. You will always be fantastic." Harry soothed, and I smiled, not expecting these words.

"Thank you Harry." I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Next problem, Ginny. If anybody tells you that you are not beautiful, that you are ugly or unattractive, send them to me. Because you are beautiful, and don't let anybody, or anything, like I don't know, your Aunt Muriel, tell you otherwise."

I met his eyes willingly, and he stared straight back, green and brown.

"Night Ginny." He smiled, and then he kissed my head! So I blushed crimson, and he grinned.

"Night." And he was gone. Poof. Poof. Gone.

I think I stood there for about half an hour.

We hadn't kissed since the war, but we hadn't really done anything about it, so I was very intrigued at where this was going.

Sincerely,

Ginny still blushing.

A/N Well there we are! Chapter four! I can't believe we've come this far! Sorry for the bit of fluff here, but it's a romance as well as a comedy! There's more to come! To be honest, I cannot wait!

Sincerely,

UnleashTheFluffyPotter (hehe)