Chapter 10

To all those who did review, remember that I love every single one of them. And yes I do read them, unlike some jerky authors.

Disclaimer: Yes, I do actually. That's why instead of writing this story as a book I'm writing it as a fanfic. WAIT, if I owned it, it'd probably be part of the story! Point is I lied, I don't own it.

Turned out returning to the past was quite simple, really. It will take a couple of months, like one month up until three months.

The tricky part was the ingredients and the timing.

Example: you had to have added the Troll's blood by the 20th day so you could stir counter clockwise six times before midnight. Oh and did I mention all between 11:58 and 11:59 pm.

But alas, the part that had the great Albus Dumbledore worried was the fact that time was ticking in the past as well as in the present. Those (possibly) three months could be who knows how long in the past.

He sighed, as he twirled his beard in concentration, while sucking on a Lemon Drop.

Best let them enjoy their time now. Life is too short, and a childhood is even shorter…

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Now, on the other end on the castle, a sixth year male Gryffindor was pacing nervously around his dorm room.

His best friend Ron watched; a smirk on his face, hidden, but none the less, still there.

Anyone who knew his situation would assume it was because yet another person from the past had arrived. Making it harder to concentrate.

But no, Mr. Harry J. Potter was currently faced with the most important situation he would ever encounter in his life.

No, it had nothing to do with Voldemort.

How he wishes that were the case, though.

But, alas, he was faced question every teenage hormonal boy wonders: Does she like me back?

Ah yes, the dreaded question.

To make matters worse, said girl already knows of said feelings.

He sighed. The universe hated him.

He finally stopped his pacing, and looked over at the red-head who was watching his dilemma with a hint of amusement.

"Ron?" Harry asked a bit hesitantly.

Ron's face broke out into a small smile.

"Yes, Harry. Anything on your mind lately?" Ron asked with an air of casualty, though Harry knew that Ron knew exactly on his mind, and was enjoying every second of himself.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Ron's antics.

When you finally realize your feelings for Hermione, I swear to merlin himself that I WILL make your life a living Hell…

"Ron, lets cut to the point. Does Ginny fancy me or not? I am fully prepared to change my name and move to Australia if she isn't."

5 seconds… 30 seconds… 1 minute…

"RON! Just answer the question! It'll save me a lot time if you tell me," Harry said; a hint evident in his voice.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

"THAT'S IT! I'M MOVING TO AUSTRALIA!"

"Why don't you ask her yourself," Ron said, speaking up for the first time.

Harry looked startled by the sudden noise (not created by him).

"What?" Harry asked, thinking he might've heard wrong.

"I said. Why. Don't. You. Ask. Her. Yourself. Really not that hard, mate," he added in sarcastically.

At that moment, Harry looked at Ron as if he had just seen Hagrid say he hates Dragons.

Then he started to laugh.

Wiping his eyes, he looked over at Ron and saw a serious yet slightly annoyed look on his face.

"You were joking, weren't you? You can't be serious! What if she doesn't! what if she still like Dean or someone else for that matter! Do you know how many thing could go wrong!" his voice rising.

"Ron, mate. You know I've been socially deprived of people since, like BIRTH! And romance was never my forte (add the fancy E in there, stupid computer!)!" Harry started to calm down a bit but still looked frightened.

"I-I-I just don't want to ruin things before they even have a chance to start," he said in a small voice.

And Ron was reminded of a small child who just lost his parents.

Well, in a way Harry is a small child who lost his parents… Ron thought.

Harry never had a dad there who taught him how to deal with girls, or a mom to tell him exactly what a girl likes and stuff…

Then again, neither did I… They best advice I got was from Fred, and all his said was to "Get the good ones before they were gone". Harry will just have to suck it up.

Ron sighed. He told himself that this was for Ginny, NOT Harry.

"Trust me Harry, you won't. Gin," he hesitated, the overprotective brother coming out "Harry, she likes you. A lot! Since before you liked her, so for her sake please ask her on a date."

A few minutes passed. Until…

Harry got up, put all his belongings in his trunk. Shrunk the trunk and put it in his pocket.

Then Accioed his Firebolt and shrunk it as well, putting it in his mini trunk.

"Fine, but if she doesn't like me, I'm off to Australia. Got it?" he asked seriously.

Ron put his hands up in surrender but was inside laughing.

Harry made for the door.

"Wish me luck…"

Harry slowly made his way for the door, but stopped.

"I said… WISH ME LUCK!"

Ron jumped up, surprised.

"Err, good luck?"

"Thank you, Ronald," and he left through the door.

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*Knock knock*

Harry knocked on the door (obviously) with sweaty hands.

He was jumpy. And anyone with eyes could see that; the way he paced slightly in front of the door and wiped his forehead and hands on his pants said it all.

Hermione went to open the door, when she heard the pacing.

She stopped. Immediately knowing who it was.

With a sly smirk on her face, she turned to Ginny.

"Uh Ginny, I'm pretty sure its for you," she said adding a wink at the end (A/N: yes I realize this is extremely un-Hermione-ish but wouldn't you be enjoying yourself as well?).

Ginny realized who it was as well because she quickly brushed her hair and added a tiny bit of lip gloss to her lips. As well as a bit of perfume.

"Okay, I'm ready. Open the door."

Hermione opened the door and then swiftly excused herself saying she needed to finish a charms essay.

Leaving the two of them alone. Much to Ginny's delight and Harry's nightmare.

"So Harry…" Ginny said casually.

"Anything in particular you want to talk about."

Harry looked like he was fighting an inner battle, which made Ginny giggle.

Merlin, I'm dead. She's already laughing at me.

"Err Ginny, about the truth or dare game. I want to apologize. I understand if you don't like me anymore," Harry made for the door and put his hand in his pocket, trying to get his trunk out.

But was stopped by Ginny, who grabbed his other arm.

"Harry. What makes you think that I stopped fancying you?"

Harry looked at her in shock, which was soon followed by confusion.

"One. Hermione told me you were over me. And two, you dated Michael Corner and Dean Thomas."

"Harry, I admit, I tried getting over you. That's why I dated them. But I never stopped liking you, I just thought you'd never like me back so I just gave up," she said looking at her feet but slowly looking up to meet Harry's eyes.

His eyes. Those beautiful emerald green eyes she fell head over heels for the first time she saw him, were looking at her with hopefulness.

That moment, Ginny knew she had to do something to give Harry the hint that she really did like him.

She went up and hugged him gently, hoping he got the memo.

And Harry did.

He slowly lowered his head, removing the gap between Ginny and himself.

As soon as he saw Ginny's eyes flutter shut, he knew this is what she wanted.

And so help him, he was going to give her it.

Slowly, the gap shut and Harry's lips met Ginny's.

To Harry it felt like the world had stopped moving, and that no one else existed besides Ginny and himself.

He finally understood why couples would just stop and kiss at random moments, it felt absolutely wonderful.

Heck, he didn't even want to stop but he needed air. So reluctantly, he parted Ginny's tender lips.

His eyes met hers again.

"Whoa," both of them said simultaneously.

After a moment Ginny asked "so does this mean I'm your girlfriend?"

Harry thought, before a smile crept on his face.

"Wait here," he instructed.

He grabbed a spared piece of parchment and wrote the words 'be my girlfriend' on it. Then transfigured it into a rose, with the words still etched onto it.

He returned to the dorm, finding an anxious Ginny, who instantly relieved when she saw the rose.

Harry handed her the rose.

"Read it," he prodded gently.

Ginny nodded, then read it.

Slowly her eyes filled with happy tears. She looked over at Harry then smiled.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment, Harry Potter. Yes," he said wiping her eyes, not wanting to cry.

Yes.

That simple word made Harry feel so much happier.

The happiest he's been in a long time, actually.

"Well, I guess this means I won't have to move to Australia," Harry thought out loud.

"What was that?" asked Ginny.

"Nothing!" he said quickly.

Nothing at all.

I don't know about you guys, but that was the best romance scene I have ever pulled off!

And yes, I realize my writing style changed. But I don't know, do you think its better or not?

Oh and by the way, next chapter some secrets will be revealed. And I'll be introducing the little ferret in too.

So review PLEASE!

-sonshine4ever