**Wow! I can't believe you liked it! Thank-you so much for the reviews.
Here are some little personal replies for you lovely people who wrote them
for me.
Kara and Katie: Hey thanks! No-one has ever told me they like my writing
style before!
Alexandra: The story is only sort of loosely based on the film, if you've
seen it you'll understand but I only sort of got the idea from there. Love
the idea for the name though! In answer to your question about who Ginny
was going to date, read on and all will be revealed.
hpdigigal: Oops. Thanks for alerting me. It would be easier to read
wouldn't it. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying it!
SoAntigone: Aw thank you. I'm glad you think it's cute. Do you think that I
have the right frame of mind for my characters? Ditto above about the
paragraphs.
Araanaz: I love that film too! It's really just the can't date until your
brother/sister does that is similar but there may be a few other
similarities too. Ditto above about the paragraphs and I'm glad that you
are enjoying it!
Alayna: Hey thanks! It's really nice to get comments like that. ( **
Chapter Two: Back to School
Ginny sat in the compartment of the train opposite Harry, Ron and Hermione. Her head was leaning against the window, vibrating slightly with the movement of the train and she watched as raindrops dripped down the window pane, obscuring the view of the marshy countryside. "It isn't my fault Ginny," Ron pleaded for the millionth time. "I didn't ask them to do it did I?" "Save it Ron, I don't want to hear," Ginny said. " I'm going to get something to eat." She stood up and strode over to the compartment door, heaving it open an inch and slinking through the gap. Instead of going to the buffet car where the food was served Ginny walked up the train until she found what she was looking for, an empty compartment. She went in. Ginny ran her fingers through her hair, then leaned back in the seat, head turned up towards the ceiling. She heard the compartment door slide open again and jerked her head towards the window, deliberately looking away from the door. "Ron, can't you just leave me alone for a while? This is the first time I've really been on my own and need to think about things for a bit, ok?" "Err," heard Ginny, "It's not Ron, it's Harry." Turning to face Harry, Ginny was quick to apologise. God, he must think she was such a brat. "Oh, sorry Harry. I thought you were Ron. Sorry." "That's ok," Harry said, coming to sit down next to her. "I know what I would feel like if people kept telling what I was and wasn't allowed to do." "It's awful. God, I just wish." Ginny broke off and looked out the window again. "You just wish what, Ginny?" Harry asked, touching her lightly on the knee to get her attention. "I just wish they wouldn't always treat me like the baby of the family. Any of the boys could have dated whenever they wanted to. So what's different for me?" "I guess they just feel overprotective of you Ginny. You're the youngest, and you're the only girl." Ginny didn't look too convinced. "Maybe I should go." Harry started to say. "No, don't," Ginny said, spinning round to face Harry once again. "You're the only person I feel I can really talk to."
Ron, Hermione and Harry sat in silence. "I think I should go after her," Ron said suddenly, standing up. "No, Ron. She'll just get more angry with you. Just leave it for a bit. Ok?" Hermione, always the voice of reason, put her hand on Ron's shoulder and gently pushed him back down onto the seat. "I'll go," Harry said, and walked out of the compartment. Ron and Hermione sat, neither quite knowing what to say to the other. At the same moment they both began to speak then each stopped, laughing. "You go," Hermione giggled. "No, it's ok. You go first. My thing wasn't that important anyway," Ron replied. "Well ok then. I was just going to ask you what you're going to do about the whole Ginny thing." "Oh I dunno. What can I do?"
Harry sat, looking at Ginny. Her straight ginger hair curved lightly round her face and her green eyes looked straight at him. He didn't know what to say. "Emmm, Ginny?" "Yeah?" "Er, do you wanna." Harry stumbled, "Do you wanna go out. Sometime. With me." It was done now. There was no way to take it back. But now he had said it he didn't want to take it back. "What?!" Ginny exclaimed, her full attention obviously on him now. "Would you like to go out sometime?" Harry said, more sure of himself this time. "God Harry you don't half pick your moments. Why couldn't you have asked me before? You know I'm not allowed." Harry's face fell. "No, Harry, it's not that I don't want to, I'd love to, but I can't. It would get back to my parents somehow, you know it would. I can't date until Ron does." "Well then, Ginny, I've got an idea."
Chapter Two: Back to School
Ginny sat in the compartment of the train opposite Harry, Ron and Hermione. Her head was leaning against the window, vibrating slightly with the movement of the train and she watched as raindrops dripped down the window pane, obscuring the view of the marshy countryside. "It isn't my fault Ginny," Ron pleaded for the millionth time. "I didn't ask them to do it did I?" "Save it Ron, I don't want to hear," Ginny said. " I'm going to get something to eat." She stood up and strode over to the compartment door, heaving it open an inch and slinking through the gap. Instead of going to the buffet car where the food was served Ginny walked up the train until she found what she was looking for, an empty compartment. She went in. Ginny ran her fingers through her hair, then leaned back in the seat, head turned up towards the ceiling. She heard the compartment door slide open again and jerked her head towards the window, deliberately looking away from the door. "Ron, can't you just leave me alone for a while? This is the first time I've really been on my own and need to think about things for a bit, ok?" "Err," heard Ginny, "It's not Ron, it's Harry." Turning to face Harry, Ginny was quick to apologise. God, he must think she was such a brat. "Oh, sorry Harry. I thought you were Ron. Sorry." "That's ok," Harry said, coming to sit down next to her. "I know what I would feel like if people kept telling what I was and wasn't allowed to do." "It's awful. God, I just wish." Ginny broke off and looked out the window again. "You just wish what, Ginny?" Harry asked, touching her lightly on the knee to get her attention. "I just wish they wouldn't always treat me like the baby of the family. Any of the boys could have dated whenever they wanted to. So what's different for me?" "I guess they just feel overprotective of you Ginny. You're the youngest, and you're the only girl." Ginny didn't look too convinced. "Maybe I should go." Harry started to say. "No, don't," Ginny said, spinning round to face Harry once again. "You're the only person I feel I can really talk to."
Ron, Hermione and Harry sat in silence. "I think I should go after her," Ron said suddenly, standing up. "No, Ron. She'll just get more angry with you. Just leave it for a bit. Ok?" Hermione, always the voice of reason, put her hand on Ron's shoulder and gently pushed him back down onto the seat. "I'll go," Harry said, and walked out of the compartment. Ron and Hermione sat, neither quite knowing what to say to the other. At the same moment they both began to speak then each stopped, laughing. "You go," Hermione giggled. "No, it's ok. You go first. My thing wasn't that important anyway," Ron replied. "Well ok then. I was just going to ask you what you're going to do about the whole Ginny thing." "Oh I dunno. What can I do?"
Harry sat, looking at Ginny. Her straight ginger hair curved lightly round her face and her green eyes looked straight at him. He didn't know what to say. "Emmm, Ginny?" "Yeah?" "Er, do you wanna." Harry stumbled, "Do you wanna go out. Sometime. With me." It was done now. There was no way to take it back. But now he had said it he didn't want to take it back. "What?!" Ginny exclaimed, her full attention obviously on him now. "Would you like to go out sometime?" Harry said, more sure of himself this time. "God Harry you don't half pick your moments. Why couldn't you have asked me before? You know I'm not allowed." Harry's face fell. "No, Harry, it's not that I don't want to, I'd love to, but I can't. It would get back to my parents somehow, you know it would. I can't date until Ron does." "Well then, Ginny, I've got an idea."