A/N: There will be only 1 point of view from now on.. Got it? Good

Disclaimer: We do not own any of the Harry Potter insignia or characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. We only own the plot. Don't take the plot or we will hunt u down with our army of penguins led by the pickle man. (Sorry for laxlady's little rant-Blue) Also I don't own Lucky Charms

*GASP* "GINNY?! What are you doing here?" remarked Harry upon seeing Ginny, but not only was he surprised, she was also very surprised. She hadn't counted on babysitting him, maybe a ten-year-old kid, but not Harry!

The faint roar of the Dursley's engine could be heard down the street. Where overly large Dudley sat in the speeding vehicle, wishing he could have been in Harry's place at that moment.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry exclaimed confused greatly. "What the hell do you think I'm here for? I'm your babysitter!" Ginny laughed at him.

The concept of Harry having a babysitter, and her being that person was rather funny. "So what should we play first, oh darling babysitter?" Harry said slyly. Ginny began to laugh very hard. Harry was hitting on her, after all that time during last semester. Oh boy, would she get him back.

She began to devise an evil little plan in the back of her mind. She'd need to visit the store, to get some *supplies*, and of course she would have to bring Harry to the store to show her how to use the money.

"I have an idea, would you like to go to the store little Harry?" She asked in a singsong voice.

"Hey! I'm not that little, anywhere." He replied.

At the store Harry was acting like a 10-year-old kid. "Ginny can we buy a box of Lucky Charms? What about some chocolate? Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!"

Ginny was beginning to get very sick of Harry and was about to strangle him when she saw everything she wanted.

This is fantastic! Maybe my plan will work after all. Thought Ginny as they reached the desired aisle.

"What are we doing here? Huh? I never knew you were like that Ginny." Harry smirked at her.

"You don't know much about me then, huh?" Ginny said, but she was really thinking. This is perfect! Just the way I wanted it. Muah ha ha ha she thought evilly!

"Hey Ginny! Do you like cherry or oranges better?" Harry called from the other end of the aisle.

"Whatever you want Harry, my little darling."