It had been a long school day the next day, and the day afterwards, and the day afterwards, perhaps because the ending had not been with Tom. The days went incredibly long, especially Charms, where she sat next to Colin.

Yes, Colin. They had been quiet towards each other for a while. Ginny thought it was partially her fault, but overlooked it. She had more important things to think about. Tom, of course.

By the end of the day Ginny couldn't wait to exchange her hot, sweaty, (and heavy, too!) Hogwarts uniform for her pajamas. But she had got only so far as taking off her Hogwarts robes, sweater and undoing her tie and some of her shirt buttons, and putting on her bathrobe, when something stopped her from going any further.

Pulling the curtains on her four poster bed open, there lie two things: her diary, and a boy.

"Er. . . Tom?" She guessed, saying the first name that came into mind.

He nodded.

He looked no less than 16, and was pretty solid looking, save the edges, which were all a bit blurred, but easily ignored. Ginny had to admit he was extremely good looking to herself. She watched, uncomfortably, as his gaze from her bed went to her chest.

Jerk.

"Your robe says Bill."

Oh, that.

"Yeah, it's a hand-me-down." Said Ginny sadly, as she sat on the bed beside him, head hanging, "I told you. Almost everything I own is a hand-me-down."

"I know. That's why," he said in a decidedly sly voice as he crawled in front of her, and put his hands on her stomach, "I'm going to give you something that. . . isn't a hand-me-down."

"You are?"

"Yes."

"What?"

Ginny expected a sweater or a gift, but certainly not what she got. That moment, Tom pushed her onto the bed and started kissing her.

"I love you." He needlessly reminded her.