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Authors Notes: I was sitting there reading the Anne of Green Gables series, for the millionth time, and I thought "Hey, why don't I make my reviewers happy with a chappie?" So then I got off my lazy arse, and wrote. I hope you like where the story is going… Feel free to leave suggestions…

Thank yous are at the bottom, check those out if you wanna see your name J J

Another little note – I wrote a short, one shot, song ficcy to Eve 6's "Here's to the nights" It's in the Harry/Ginny Romance/General PG-13 section. It's titled "Here's to the nights", original I know… Anyway, check that out and let me know what you think… It's just a sad/happy fluffy little piece that I wrote while listening to Eve 6 the other night… Ok… enough promoting myself, on with the show…. Errr, story ;-) ….

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July 24th, 2000

Dear Diary,

I am so mad right now! Hermione was over here helping me pack, and guess what happens? The boys come home royally pissed! Of course, being in the helpless situation they were they couldn't bloody well go back to their own flat! (Sarcasm.) So anyway, Hermione and I were in my old room at the Burrow putting my life into boxes when we hear a racket downstairs. We went to check it out, and just our luck, the men of our dreams (don't ask me how Ron can be anyone's dream man) were downstairs. They REEKED of alcohol. Hermione and I stood there in complete shock and fury and asked them what the bloody hell they thought they were doing. Ron giggled like a schoolgirl, and if it weren't for how mad I am at them (they were supposed to help us move this week) I would have found the whole situation entirely funny. Then Harry got all defensive (in a drunk way) and said, "Ahhh Her-mow-ninny, yoor not being vury nissse you know… We juss wanted to have sooome fun wissout you boring grrlss." That's exactly what he sounded like. He was slurring everything and looking as though he'd like to break out in laughter. His last comment, however, got me furious! We were NOT boring girls. Then he sauntered, or rather, wobbled up to me and said, "Youra vury purty ladeee, we should go out sssometime," and got this big goofy grin on his face. Well thank you Mr. Potter, but I prefer compliments directed at me when one is NOT thoroughly pissed and clearly not in their right mind. Hmph.

Well the dunderheads will pay. If they think they can get away with their little boys night out stint, hmph is all I say.

A very pissed off (in the American sense) yours,

~Mrs. Ginny Potter

PS: I may be mad at him, but I can certainly still fantasize about being his wife, right?

July 25th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Hah, revenge will be mine!!! Muahaha.

~The Red Avenger

July 27th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Hermione and I are officially independent women! We finally moved all of our belongings to our humble abode. It is rather quaint, our flat. It's a tad on the small side, but oh well. Did I mention it's a loft? Oh, I'm in love with it already. I think it was intended for one person, but no matter, Hermione has taken the study as her own bedroom. Typical…

Anyway, the loft is simply smashing! It needs a bit of work, but oh, a home of my own! Of course Mum made a terrible fuss and tried to lure me back home straight away, but I wouldn't have any of it. It's not that I don't appreciate Mum, and I really do love the Burrow, it's just I am most certainly not a baby anymore… I am 18 years old after all, doesn't that count for anything?

Oh, there's an owl at the window, one moment…

Apparently being 18 does not count for much. I just got an owl from the old bag herself trying to trip me up in feeling guilty. She says "Oh your father is so disappointed. He thought this was just some silly little adolescence phase, but now that you've actually moved, he's locked himself in our room. He keeps saying 'my poor, poor daughter, what have I done to deserve this,' and just cries. Oh Ginny, you're breaking his heart… Come home soon or he may never get over this…" Mum sure is bad at trying to make things sound realistic. I, for one, know that my father was VERY elated about the idea. When he found out Hermione and I would be living in muggle London he almost wet himself with excitement. Well, I do feel kind of sorry for Mum, but I am mad at the same time. After all, she is losing her last child; on the other hand, I'm not a baby anymore…

Oh well, let her rant and rave I say, best out then in…

Anyway, the morning after the boys little night of "Fun without the boring girls" Hermione and I got our revenge. Yes, we managed to make quite a racket preparing breakfast, stomping up and down the stairs, putting things away. Suffice it to say, I think the boys thoroughly regretted getting on our wrong sides, especially when a ruddy bad hangover was part of the consequences. I almost regretted making them suffer even more, but it was ok, because after about an hour of making them groan in pain, Hermione and I called it quits. I suppose love'll do that to you…

Besides, I didn't want to feel a grudge towards Harry when we went out on our second "hot date," which is tonight! Which reminds me, I need to go rummage through some boxes for something suitable to wear!!

Off to another "Hot Date",

~Independent Red

July 28th, 2000

Dear Diary

I bet you're wondering just how hot our "hot date" was… Well, I'll tell you then dear diary. Extremely hot, but not in the sense you think… Hot as in, my face was burning in embarrassment half the evening. I thought I had been cured of my clumsy state, seeing as I'd gone a week or so without doing anything ridiculous in front of Harry, but no. I'm cursed I tell you, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if I scared Harry away forever.

Shall I relay the evening's events? I guess so, after all, you can keep a secret, right? Right. You're only paper after all…

 Anyway, the evening started out OK I guess… I mean, he took my hand in his right away again, and that was comforting and exciting. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl and had to contain myself from skipping for joy. I think Harry noticed, because he let out a bit of a chuckle and pulled me a little bit closer. Before I knew what was happening he had kissed me again, really quickly, but a kiss nonetheless! Oh goodness, if I had died right then, I would have been floating on cloud nine. Unfortunately in my case, I didn't die just then. It would have saved a lot of trouble though…

So then we apparated to Hogsmeade again… This time we were going to a quidditch bar, apparently the owner there had started to get broadcasts of quidditch games on some sort of muggle contraption called a vellytision. Typical of males to bring their date to a sports bar… Oh well, I love quidditch just as much as Harry does, so I didn't really mind. In fact it was exciting not having to pay for tickets, but still being able to watch the match. It was Puddlemere United playing against the American national team. Anyway… we got to the bar, and boy it was crowded. Of course the owner charged a fee to get inside, seeing as he's the only one brilliant enough to actually open a pub of the like…

Enough about the damned pub though… So we were sitting there, eating some fish and chips, and drinking butterbeer, when my most BELOVED (sarcasm) brothers approach. Oh yes, Fred and George. Oooh I could kill them right now. Because of them, and my own big mouth, Harry probably won't touch me with a ten-foot pole! Actually, it was really just my own fault, but well, if Fred and George hadn't started it, I wouldn't be in this situation. Gah….

So my dear brothers came up to us and interrupted our wonderfully relaxed date, and immediately they started talking quidditch with Harry. Sure I love quidditch as much as the next girl, but this was a date after all… So I'm sitting there impatiently, tapping my foot, examining my nails, pursing my lips, just wondering if they even remembered I was sitting right there… Guess not cos' they kept chatting away for what seemed like hours, actually it was only a half an hour, but still… So finally I had had enough, so I excused myself and went outside. Hmph, boys can be so dense. I must have waited atleast ten minutes until they noticed I was gone. Then George came rushing out and apologizing like mad and I just told him to sod off. Then the trouble started.

"Gin I'm sorry, I am REALLY sorry… I mean, I know you really like Harry, and I'm sorry, I mean golly, Fred and I must've really screwed up your date," BIG understatement there buddy. Like? My feelings go BEYOND like for Harry, and I said just that.

"I really like Harry??? Pft, I BLOODY LOVE THE BOY! And don't you dare apologize… You, you, MEN are so inconsiderate! I FINALLY get asked out by the object of my affections and my family just finds MILLIONS of ways to embarrass me and ruin it!" that's when I noticed Harry standing in the background just listening with a shocked expression on his face. Oh. My. God. Fates, please let me die now… How about now? Please? And it gets worse…

Then my face turned red, I actually felt it go red. Oh how it burnt. I looked at Harry and I started crying! Don't ask me why, I just felt so embarrassed and overwhelmed and I couldn't handle it anymore. So now I'm sitting here in the woman's loo just crying my poor little heart out, retching and writing in you dear diary. Harry can hear everything that is going on in here because he's sitting outside the door, pounding every few moments, asking me to please come out. I think I'll just apparate home…

Wretchedly yours,

~A downtrodden Ginny

PS: another wink today, but that was before the incident…

July 29th, 2000

Dear Diary,

It's Harry's birthday today… If I weren't to embarrassed to actually face him, I'd give him his gift… Shall I tell you what I bought him? Well, I got him tickets to a West Ham game. Hermione came into play here, seeing as I don't know much about football, or muggle money. It was expensive though. A LOT of my paycheck from two weeks ago went into it. It would have been better to get him Chudley Cannon tickets or something of the like, but I really don't have that much money. Besides, the quidditch season is just getting fired up, so ticket prices are soaring…

Anyway, I'm not sure what I'll do with them now… Mum is throwing him a party at the Burrow, but I think I'll just stay locked in my room…

Sadly yours,

~G.A.W.

Later… (July 29th)

Mum just flooed over and yelled at me for not being at the party, so it seems I have to go. I'm wearing my white sundress again for good measure… Wish me luck…

~ G.

Later still… (July 29th)

Dear Diary,

Oh. My. God. I am such an excited bundle of nerves that I don't know where to begin!! I suppose the beginning is as good a place as any. Well, as I said before, I had to go to the party. So gathering up what courage I had left, I took the envelope with the tickets in them, and got a handful of floo. A moment later I was standing wobbly legged in the Burrow hearth. There were HANDFULS of people there. Seriously, Mum really out did herself this time. There must have been every single acquaintance of Harry's. The entire old Hogwarts crowd was there. Wow, I sound SOOO old saying that… I mean, I only JUST graduated…  Anyway, it was luck for me because this way I'd have less of a chance of actually bumping in to Ol' Potty boy. So I mingled for a bit, then I spotted him. Oh he looked so delicious! I may have been embarrassed out of my mind at the thought of facing him, but I couldn't deny how gorgeous he was… as always… But on seeing him, I just high tailed it out of there. The yard seemed as good a refuge as any. There were throngs of people out there too, so I hopefully could lose myself in them. But no luck, cos' that crafty seeker spotted me. Oh he always catches the snitch I tell you… Even if it doesn't want to be caught… Well, that's not entirely true, I certainly wouldn't mind being caught by Harry.

I was in a panic now. So I did what most panicky people do, ran. I watched over my shoulder as he pushed through people and thought "Wow, he either is going to tell me it's over, or he is really anxious to see me…" I concluded it must be the former, though I wished it were the latter.


Who said wishes can't come true?

I stood there, all out of breath and my hair all tousled, trying to hide out by the pond. There's a clever old willow there that is PERFECT for situations like that. Only, Harry knew about it. So there I was, pretending not to notice him approaching me. He was out of breath himself, and I had the strong urge to conjure up a glass of water for him. But then I remembered that he probably hated me, so I restrained myself. Suddenly my nails became VERY interesting indeed, so of course I examined them. Then he touched my arm. Ahhh, it was heaven all over again.

"Oh Harry, I didn't see you there…" ha, ha, ha, do you get any lamer? Nay, I think not. He sort of frowned in a puzzled way.

"Gin, why won't you come near me?" Oh he sure knew how to put a girl in a pickle. What was I supposed to say to that? "Oh gee Harry, I don't know, I just confessed my love to you for a whole damn street in Hogsmeade, not to mention the fact that YOU heard too, and I really want you to love me back, but you won't because I'm just a gangly, no breasted girl with freckles who's been obsessed with your every move since I was 10." Whew, what a mouthful. No, I couldn't bloody well say that.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said in an unnaturally squeaky and high-pitched voice. Then I turned around and pretended to be studying the sky.

"Ginny, does this have to do with, erm, your 'confession' yesterday?" My damn ears gave that one away. But I just shook my head very mechanically and squeezed my eyes. I was not going to cry. Then he touched my arm again, only this time he turned me around and made me look at him. I could see him studying my face and I wished he would stop, for I felt like retching and knew I must have looked very green indeed.

"Did you mean it? What you said, did you mean it? Any of it?" he sounded quite desperate and hopeful. My lip was trembling beyond control by now, and I don't know what possessed me, but I nodded yes.

I'm glad I did.

Then, oh sweet, sweet content, he KISSED ME! He pulled me into his arms and he kissed me. This time it was most certainly NOT just a peck on the lips, but a full-blown kiss. I think my arms just hung there limply for a second until my brain processed that Harry was kissing me. Harry. Kissed. Me. HE KISSED ME! And then I kissed him back. That only urged him on, cos' then something wet and silky poked at my lips. I now see why Ron and Hermione can't keep their hands, or rather their mouths, off of each other. If I had someone to kiss me like that whenever, I certainly would take advantage of it.

But our little moment of heaven was ended, cos' I broke it off.

"What was that?" I asked rather bluntly. Harry sort of smirked and then tucked a piece of hair behind my ears. Why does he always have to do such endearing things??

"So you liked it eh?" he asked through a grin. Oh, so you want to play arrogant bastard do you? Two can play at that game…

"I've had better." I was so shocked at myself. ME, Virginia Anne Weasley was teasing Harry James Potter. This certainly was a new side to me. It worked though; it wiped his smart arse grin off his gorgeous face.
"I'll make you forget all about any others…" he grunted before pulling me into another mind numbing kiss. Oh. My. God. My lips are STILL burning after all this time.

"Still think you've had better, Red?" he asked seriously. I couldn't mutter anything coherent so I just sort of shook my head in a daze. Then he pulled me into a hug, his chin resting on my head. It was very cozy indeed.
"So you meant all those things, Red? You really meant it?" I nodded. Somehow the poor bloke had made me forget all about how embarrassed I had been. Only, I, being the blabber mouth that I am, managed to fudge this up too.

"Be my birthday present, Gin?" he said almost hesitantly. So maybe I was going to cry. That was the nicest thing someone had ever asked me. I mean, how do you refuse something like that? Harry Potter had just asked me to be his girlfriend, and that made the dam break loose. I think he must have thought he said something wrong, because he looked at me all pathetic like and asked what was wrong.
"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever asked me. I mean, I'm still at loss as to why Harry Potter, the boy who lived, a handsome, arrogant prat would want to go out with a gangly, freckle faced, obnoxiously red headed girl like me. I mean it just doesn't make sense. I barely have breasts for god's sake! I just don't get it…" he let out a little chuckle to let me know I was rambling again. Then my ears started burning once again. Oh dear god, I had just spewed so many of my secrets, and the object of my affections was laughing.

"If it makes you feel any better, you're not at all that girl. You're gorgeous, funny, endearing, perfect, and your breasts are very nice." I smacked the little perv playfully, but it was nice nonetheless. I hugged him in appreciation.

How much better do things get? A lot better.

"So you never answered my question, be my present?" It hit me then, present! I had the envelope in my hands, so I shoved it abashedly towards him. He took it with a smile then opened it.
"Wow Ginny, West Ham tickets. These are great, thanks! … But, well, I'd still prefer you as my present, if you don't mind." Then he, Harry-arrogant-Potter started blushing. How do you refuse something as cute as that? I took the initiative this time and kissed him full on the lips.

"Does that answer your question?" he just grinned. Oh golly, maybe big brothers aren't such a nuisance after all. I mean, I now have the man of my dreams as my BOYFRIEND, and all it took was a few weeks of embarrassment. That can't be so bad right? Then he pulled something slightly wrinkled out of his pocket. It was moving and looked very familiar. OH my gosh, he had the picture of him and I that whole time! I remember the day he put it in his pocket, but I never thought he'd actually keep it!

"You're so much prettier in person, but this picture has kept me up many nights. You don't even know what you do to me Gin," I was the one blushing this time. How much sweeter can a person get? I must be the luckiest girl alive.

So I'm sitting here now, in my flat, thinking about none other then Harry. Hermione is at Ron's tonite, so I can sit here dreaming my heart away without her annoying inquiries. Don't get me wrong, I love Hermione and all, I just prefer a night to myself to "analyze" the day's happenings. And, oh dear diary, I'm so in love.

Lovingly yours,

~Ginny Weasley (Potter)

PS: I guess those winks did mean love after all!

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THANK YOUS:

To all my reviewers, hearing your wonderful comments makes my day every day. Thanks so much for reviewing. Keep reviewing if you like it. I was going to stop here, but I think I may add more… We'll see what the readers want… Anyway, onto the personal thank yous… Fan Fic. Net is being weeeeeeird, so I can't see where I left on in my thank yous, so I'll just say thank you for all the reviews here, even if I did in previous chappies ;-)…

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Starbob – thank you for your kind review, oooh another review! Wippee. Yes, I am also a Hermione and Ron shipper… and of course Lily and James… But I like to write ficcys with Remus and an original character. Remus is one of my favourite characters. :-D

Keeper of the West – I now accept anonymous reviews… I didn't even know I had that feature… it's all fixed though. :-D

VarsityCheerLeader – why thanks, for all of your reviews! It's great to see that someone's been following it :-) I'm shifting through my reviews, and I see yet another by you! Wippeee this is very exciting. I think I might actually have a fan… teehee… Oooh another review… yay…. OOOH another! Yikes I'm loving it…

HG/HrRFan4ever – schpank you very much.

(AN: Schpank is not to be confused with spank)

LadyCait – It's so awesome of you to have reviewed more then once, w00t w00t, thanks so much. Har har, another review from you. You are too kind dear reviewer ;)

HyperClayrPrincess – well it is very encouraging to know you'll go crazy if I don't update. It certainly makes me feel like a good writer! Lol.

Steph – I hope you like how Harry and Gin got together. I did my best. It's hard to be completely original when there are so many good Harry and Ginny fics out there. HARRY AND GINNY FOREVER! Woo hoo.

DemonAngi – Yay, you like it really? Wow, that's awesome… Yah your story was/is excellent!! Glad ya like mine… :-D Yah, I didn't really have the signature thing planned until I started writing it, then I decided "Hey that's an interesting idea, so why not!" it's cool that ya noticed. YAY two reviews from you. Teehee, yah, I couldn't resist getting them together. It would have been too infuriating for me (who is very impatient) to make a loooong drawn out thing of them getting together. Lol.

Lapis Rain – Thanks for the reviews :-) Yes, French is AWESOME! I took it awhile back, and I'm starting up again because I loved it so much. Glad ya like the story, and I'm honoured to be on your favourites list!

SeleneA – woo hoo, glad I made ya laugh!

GinnyPotter4 – Yah, American football, British football, teehee, so confusing. I prefer the British version of football, I really don't get how watching people running around tackling each other is entertaining. But to each his own… I may be a little biased though considering I play football (the British way.) Anyway, I would definetly like to go past 5 chappies in this story, but only if I think that people will still read it… Oh yay, two reviews from you. Thanks much ;-)

Julz – Thanks much!

Cali – schpank you very much!

And thus concludes this round of thank yous. Sorry it was so darn long, I hope I didn't forget anyone. If I decide to do another chappie to make you happy (hehe rhymes…) then I will add some more thank yous, if not, I thank whoever might review in advance. You guys are wonderful, and hearing your lovely comments really spurs me on!! Check out some of my other works if you like what you read. Not all of them are humour, but I'm sure there's something in there for everyone… I mostly just write romance, so beware…., Hahah, ok ciao darlings and happy writing!

~Jill

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