A/N I am so so so so sorry that I have not updated sooner. I have been extremely busy. But that is hardly an excuse, I know

Disclaimer tired….must think of something funny…..not working….ok fine, I don't own it…..there….

I dedicate this chapter to my study hall teacher Miss Farrell and my purple pen. Without either of these, especially the pen, I wouldn't have had the first part written out already. Sorry if you were expecting something 'insightful' relating to Harry Potter….

On with the story!

Ginny walked over to her window that looked over their 'quidditch pitch'. She thought back to the summer before her 6th year. Bill and Fleur's wedding was around that time, but she was thinking of a specific day, Harry's birthday, in fact.

She had been clueless as to what to get him. What exactly were you supposed to get your ex-boyfriend, who you still liked and the only reason he had broken up with you was to protect her? Not to mention the fact that she wouldn't know where he was or who he was with. What if he finds another girl? She remembered asking herself.

And then she decided that she was going to be bold and kiss him. It's not like they hadn't done it before, and it wouldn't change anything between them, there was already so much tension between them she could hardly stand it. And then, when she had finally got him alone, he had assured her that he wouldn't be seeing any girls where he was going. Silver lining indeed!

Then her stupid git of a brother had to burst in on them and started yelling at Harry. He really had lousy timing, she smiled wryly, for me at least.Stupid git. Had she said that already?

She had been staring out the window, daydreaming about that time, funny how that was only two and a half years ago. It seemed like so much longer. Looking back, she was happy to say that she was pleased with the way things had turned out. Well, relationship wise, if she'd had her way, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Mad-Eye, and Colin would still be alive. But she was on a hunt. Now was not the time to be looking back. While she had been thinking this, her hand, that had been gripping the window sill, caught on something. It was the next clue. Ginny eagerly opened it.

Ginny,

I love how bold you are. I vividly remember the snog you gave me for my 17th birthday. It was definitely a snog you don't forget. I understood so much within those few seconds than I did during that whole summer. If you hadn't had the guts to do that, I don't know how I could've gotten through that whole year. I don't know if you know this or not, but I was still feeling nervous around you even though we had been going out. Obviously this spot reminds me of that time. It was really amazing until your brother came in on us. Stupid git. He has lousy timing, for us at least For your next clue head outside one last time. Watch out for the gnomes.

Harry

Ginny laughed at how Harry had called Ron a git just like she had. Great minds think alike! She was really enjoying reading his notes, she had known that Harry was sweet; she just hadn't known he was this sweet. She was so surprised with what he kept coming up with. It was amazing how they thought the same, not only with the whole Ron thing, but also the fact that they both considered her kissing him to be a bold move.

Now she really believed that it had been the best thing to do. She was pretty sure that, like Harry, she would have had a harder time getting through that whole year. She hadn't known that he was nervous around her, she had just blamed it on the awkwardness of seeing each other. She figured that after battling Voldemort a few time, girls would be a breeze. It's nice to know that he felt some of the same insecurities that she had felt.

Ginny bundled up to head outside for one last time. One last time must mean that she was approaching the end of the hunt. Ginny felt that uncomfortable feeling of butterflies in the stomach. Should she be nervous about what was there at the end? Was it good? What if he was just saying all these nice things so that he can soften the blow when he breaks up with her? That would be terrible. How would she get through the rest of her life? All of these questions were floating around in her mind as she made her way outside. If anyone would have seen her at this moment, they would not have known what to make of the tears that were forming in Ginny's eyes.

Harry had been nervous about leaving that note with Mrs. Weasley, he really trusted her and only a small part of him was worried that she would open the note. But still, if Mrs. Weasley read that note, she might be realize what it was leading to and tell everyone, or at least Ginny, and he was counting on an element of surprise. He had been trying for weeks to make sure everything was perfect.

Surprisingly though, writing the notes had been the easiest part. If he had known years ago how much easier it was to write your feelings out on paper where you couldn't get tongue-tied, or forget something important, or even turn red in the face like he had a tendency of doing when he tried to talk about his feelings, it would have saved him a great deal of heartache, and he and Ginny might've been together sooner than his 6th year.

The hard part was getting the clues to where they needed to be. The ones outside were easy. He put those out there before he left the first clue with Ginny. Then the ones around the house. He just had to hope that no one but Ginny would find them, but he was pretty sure no one would look under the cushions of the couch or under the rug in the hall. After those, he put the clues in Ginny's room. He had to use a silencing charm for this one. Ginny was a light sleeper and he kept bumping into things in the dark. In his defense, it is hard to see in the dark. The hardest one had been Mrs. Weasley. Luckily, she had come in with breakfast for him, if she hadn't he might've had to put on his Invisibility cloak and slip it into Mrs. Weasley's cloak pocket and hope she checked when Ginny asked for it.

It was now mid-afternoon, and Harry was keeping an eye out for Ginny. She would be heading outside one last time before the last clue. Luckily, he would be able to see her find the next clue perfectly from the window. Then she would be coming in. Harry didn't know what scared him more, the thought of what she might say when this was over, or the thought of what he had to do before it could all be over. The thought of either of these made his stomach twist into knots.

He knew that throughout the whole hunt he had probably annoyed Ginny countless times, hopefully he had made it up by writing those notes, but he would still have to make sure not to say the wrong thing, he knew what Ginny, in a temper, with a wand would be like:

Not good.

She was probably most upset when he didn't give her any hints. He just innocently told himself that he wanted to keep her on her toes and guessing. But the truth was that he liked having one up on her. He would never admit it to anyone, but that didn't happen very often with Ginny.

Harry held his breath as he saw a bundled up Ginny come outside looking around for the next clue. He finally remembered to breathe when he saw her heading toward the garden. His heart began to beat faster as she began to look around.

Ginny shivered against the cold as she stepped outside. She pushed her thoughts of dread out of her mind and tried to just focus on the next clue. Watch out for the gnomes. She thought that it was rather obvious to head out to the garden, but the garden wasn't small, and it might look empty since nothing was in bloom in the winter, but there were still many places he could leave a note.

She began to walk around, looking aimlessly around, stopping every once in awhile to look under a bush, the stone bench, or a rock. She even got bit by a gnome once. Bloody gnome! Guess I should've paid closer attention to Harry's warning. She thought as the looked at the bite mark it had made.

As she got up to continue searching, Ginny stumbled upon a stepping stone engraved with her mum's favorite poem. She had always read it to Ginny whenever she had a hard time going to sleep. Ginny had gotten the stone for her mum for her birthday a few years ago.

Smiling, Ginny bent down to read the oh-so-familiar verses.

A/N Ahhh it feels so good to be writing again. I am really sorry for the delay. Guess what! It's your favorite time again (besides reading the story of course!) It's time I let you know what is going on it this crazy, overly stressed head! Yay!

Okay first things first, do any of you fellow Americans find it weird to write/type 'snog' instead of kiss or make out? My spell check keeps underling it.

I thought it might be interesting for you guys to know that this chapter had no middle until I sat down to write it. I had no idea that that was how Harry was feeling until I started typing it out. It was like I was in a trance……don't look at me like I'm stupid I'm being completely serious. (ha ha that was definitely a Sirius joke. Right)

So for the rest of the plot, I was at a loss of until I decided that I needed to clear my head and think about it undisturbed, so what did I do? I took a shower. And you can thank this chapter for three things:

1) the next 3amazing chapters in this story, not joking, completly excited for them, might even blow off schoolwork for them…..

2) a new story that is sorta a continuation of this one. I've had this idea for awhile, but in the shower, I had an epiphany. Woooo.

And 3) MOTIVATION!!!!! Yay!

Sorry this is so long……one last thing:

And all I have to say is wow! When I started this story, I woulda been happy with like 20 reviews, but I have 90. Excuse me while I revert to a child hood phrase:

Holy Cow!

Review are always appreciated, and they might help me get though the week…