Hey guys. Sorry for the relatively long update, I've been a little busy over the past few days. But, I'm making it up by giving you a much longer chapter! And also, this was supposed to be the second-to-last chapter, but now this is the third-to-last. WOOHOO!

Disclaimer: You know I don't own Harry Potter. Seriously, I don't.

Here's chapter four!

Chapter Four: The Dingbat and the Red-head

"You're welcome. No, thank you."

Harry shook the interviewer and photogtapher's hand one last time. Then, he led them out of Professor McGonagall's office, smiling. As soon as they had left, he took a deep breath, and brushed his hands through his hair.

Harry had suffered the agony of doing interviews with the press for just over a week now. He had had no time to himself, taking interview after interview. The only time he had to himself was when he slept. He hadn't even had time to talk to Ron and Hermione over the past few days.

Someone knocked on the door. Harry groaned internally, thinking that the interviewer had forgotten something to ask him. He turned the knob, and opened the door.

"Hello, Potter."

Professor McGonagall smiled at him as she stood in the doorway. "Are you done with my office?"

Harry nodded. "Er, yeah. The people from Witch Weekly just left. Thanks."

"Good. Potter, I would love to stay and chat, but I have some work to get done. And, if you don't have any more interviews after this one, Ron and Hermione asked me tell you they wanted to talk with you in the Gryffindor common room."

He sighed in relief. "Thank you for letting me know, Professor McGonagall. I'll just leave, I guess…"

McGonagall held the door as he walked out. "And Potter, if you have more interviews tomorrow, they will have to take place somewhere else. I have a few things to get in order."

"No problem. I'll just use the library again."

McGonagall half-smiled. "Go off now."

Harry nodded, then walked off towards the Gryffindor common room.

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Harry stepped through the portrait hole. It was quiet; only a few second years and an older girl were there. He walked towards one of the three-seater tables, and sat down at a chair. He checked the clock; it was five o'clock. Harry couldn't believe his luck.

"Oh, Harry!"

He turned, looking around the room. He found the older girl, sitting at an armchair by the window. She waved.

Harry almost fell out of his seat.

It was Ginny.

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Ginny smiled, and began to walk over to him. She flung a few strands of her hair over her shoulder. His heart leapt.

"Ginny," he said, looking up at her. He couldn't help smiling.

She sat down at the chair opposite him, and gazed into his eyes.

"How long has it been since we last talked? A week?" she asked.

"Er, I think just about that," he said. Not only had he had no time to talk with Ron and Hermione, he hadn't had a chance to talk with Ginny. He had missed her over the week, saddened by his incapability to have some time with her.

"Have you talked with Ron or Hermione?" she asked casually.

He shook his head. "No. The press have been taking up most of my time. I was actually supposed to meet them here."

Her eyes flickered. "Oh. I thought I saw them walking towards the Great Hall."

"They're having dinner already?" he asked. How could Ron and Hermione not come back to the common room to see him?

"They've been serving it early this week, Harry. But I…guess you missed it."

He shrugged. "I guess so."

She nodded her head, looking him straight in the face. Harry couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I could walk with you there, if you want. I was just going to head down, actually."

Harry grinned. "Er, okay. I guess we can all have dinner together?"

Ginny grinned back. "Sounds like a plan."

They both got up from the table, and began walking towards the portrait hole. It swung open, and she walked through first.

I wonder how this will turn out, Harry thought.

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"So, how were the interviews?" Ginny asked, leading the way down the stairs.

Harry groaned. "Dull; they all asked the same questions, day after day. And I'm booked for the next two weeks."

Ginny chuckled. "Who interviewed you today?"

Harry grinned sarcastically. "Witch Weekly."

She brushed her hands through her hair, grinning. "You must've loved that."

He turned to her. "Oh, of course I did," he said sarcastically.

She snorted. It was so easy to talk with her now, unlike a week ago.

"Who's interviewing you tomorrow?"

"Er, The Quibbler, and then I have another interview with the Daily Prophet. An editorial, I think."

Ginny looked solemnly at him. "Sorry, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "At least I'll have more time with Ron and Hermione…and you," he added hastily.

She blushed faintly. "That's nice to hear."

Harry pushed open a door, and waited for her to walk through. He felt a little queasy, annoyed at how bad he was at being a gentleman.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

They became silent, only the sound of there feet gliding across the floor. Harry went through a list of things to say, each worse than the next. Thankfully, a few people waved at Harry, taking his mind off of his thoughts. Later, one elderly wizard took him into a bear hug, thanking him for "slaying the evil Lord." Ginny chuckled silently.

"And who is this lovely lady?" the man asked, gesturing to her.

Ginny smiled. "Ginny, sir. And you?"

"Easton. Are you Mr. Potter's girlfriend?"

She opened her mouth, and then closed it. Her eyes betrayed nothing. She opened her mouth again, saying "I'm a friend, yes."

Easton shook her hand. "Wonderful to meet you…Jenny, eh?"

"Ginny."

"Right, right of course! And thank you again, Mr. Potter! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I don't know what else to say."

"No problem, sir. It's nice to meet you too."

The man shook his hand again. "I hope to meet you again, sometime soon. The Chosen One! Oh, they'll be talking about you for ages! Bye-bye, Harry Potter!"

Easton began walking the other way. Harry waved again, saying, "Bye, sir! I hope to see you again soon!"

Ginny waved. "Goodbye! Well, that man seems to like you, Harry."

He looked at her, about to speak. She was watching him steadily, looking straight into his green eyes. He drowned in her beautiful brown eyes.

Her forehead creased. "Er, Harry?"

He shook his head, floating back to the ground. "Yes?"

"Nothing, you just looked like you were a million miles away."

They turned a corner, getting closer and closer to the Great Hall. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking."

"About me?"

"No…I mean, yes." Harry couldn't say no to her when she was looking at him like that.

Ginny sighed. "I can't believe that man asked you if I was your girlfriend."

"Uh, yeah. It was weird."

"I wasn't really sure what to answer at first." She kept looking straight ahead indifferently.

What was she playing at?

Harry opened his mouth slowly. "Really?"

She looked at him, raising her eyebrow. "Mhmm."

They had reached the doors of the Great Hall. People were filing in and out, staring at Harry for a few seconds before leaving or entering. Some people also said "Hi" to Ginny.

"Do you see Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked her, looking in at the Gryffindor table.

"No."

Hary began to walk towards the door, but Ginny grabbed his hand, pulling him to the left. Her hand was soft. "Let's keep walking."

"Ginny, we can just talk about it in the Great Ha-"

"No we can't."

She kept pulling him along. After a moment or two, Harry had wrestled out of her grip, not moving an inch. They were a bit farther down the corridor, but still in naked-eye range of the Great Hall.

"Ginny, I'm not going any farther. What do you want?"

Ginny turned around, staring daggers at him. Her eyes glowed with silent fury. A ray of sunlight shown on her, making her red hair glow.

"Oh, you dingbat, Harry!"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Er, and why am I such a dingbat?"

She stepped closer to him. He could smell the shampoo in her hair, the perfume on her neck, the smell of the Burrow on her clothes…

"You really are a dingbat," she said, raising her eyebrows, and smiling a bit in astonishment.

"What?"

She spoke with a silent fury, containing her anger. "I've practically been flirting with you, talking with you, trying to feel you out. I've been trying to get a response out of you. And you just don't get it! Harry, I've waited a week, giving you some time. No, longer than a week! This is the first time we've talked in a while."

"Er..." He said. But she kept staring at him, trying to make him realize something.

It was suddenly dawning on him. She was right; he was a dingbat. He could take down the most powerful, evil wizard on the planet…but he couldn't talk to a girl.

"And...you wanted to get back together with me. You wanted me to ask you out again."

She banged her hands against her temples. "Yes!"

How was it? Good, bad, somewhere in the middle? Sorry if Ginny and even Harry seem out-of-character; it'll aaall be explained in the next chapter. Also, we haven't reallyreally seen that many romance scenes in the books...so yeah.

Now, you know what you have to do? Come on, you know.

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She put her forehead against his, sighing. "So, we are back together again?"

He nodded, then kissed her on the cheek. "Of course, you dingbat."

She laughed. "Oh please."

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