oh kids i know how long uve waited for this. BELIEVE me...i know. and u have my deepest apologies. to me, its a hobby, but when u get into a story and ppl dont update in a timely fashion.....(gritting my teeth)....sigh.... i know how u feel.

my arm is nicely healed, although sudden movements do bring some pain, and it's been known to make a disturbing cracking noise...i dunno what thats about.

OMG i was so excited about the 5th book. me and my friends (im so mature) went to the harry potter midnight party at barnes and noble the night it came out, and i made a wand out of pipecleaner and sparkle strands! it was good times...i still have the fake glasses they gave us. now my story doesnt make sense anymore, since cleary harry wasnt with the weasleys that summer...whatever...pretend there IS no 5th book...(watch how i slip the diclaimer in here) .....written by jk rowling, who owns all the characters im this story... :)

ok so about Harry and Ginny...

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Flip flop. Tap tap tap.

Squeak squeak squeak.

Tap tap tap. Flap flap flap.

'No. Not happening', thought Harry in disbelief. The squeak of Ron's bedsprings and the sound of the window being slid open were impossible to deny. 'WHYYYY though?? It's got to be like......THREE O'CLOCK in the morning...' This was getting ridiculus. He just couldn't get a decent night's sleep, could he?

"Roooooooooon." he mumbled from under a thick warm down comforter.

"Haaaarry?" whispered an equally drowsy Ron. He was sitting up rubbing his eyes, while Pig spazzed in the window.

"Ro-on." he spoke slowly and deliberately, so his friend could understand. "You don't have to sneak around anymore. I know you and Hermione are..." He dimly searched his brain for the word. For lack of something better, " Exchanging mail. There is no need for you to be RECIEVING secret messages, at this hour. Do you UNderstand?"

Ron looked it over through half-shut eyes, before hurtling the scroll across the room. His eyes were narrowed. "It's for YOU, jackass..." He then shoved his idiotic owl out the window, closed it forcefully and went back to sleep.

Harry blinked his eyes open. "Wha..?" Oh yeah, today was his birthday. But what could possibly be so urgent he needed to be woken up at the butt-crack of dawn?

He clicked on the light next to his bed. The scroll did indeed have his name written on the outside. Slipping on his glasses, he opened it with exaggerated annoyance and read:

Dear Harry,

And that's all it said.

And he knew exactly who it was from. He knew exactly who would go to all the trouble to make his life hell. To make sure that on the morning of his 15th birthday, his day would begin with nothing but the most abominable of all birthday cards.

"Unbelievable. She's unbelievable...." The letter was cast aside in disbelief. Yet the harrased youth was smiling despite himself. It was totally obscene, downright vicious. She was the most demonic individual he'd ever encountered. Besides Voldemort. And Snape. And Malfoy. Both of them.

"She wants me..." he grinned.

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Birthday breakfast included omlets, a muggle favorite, as well as Harry- shaped pancakes. Mrs. Weasley had gotten up extra early to prepare the breakfast and piles of gifts that buried the couch in the living room. She promised the boys they could do whatever they wanted for the day. Within reason of course. Anything magic or intentionally destructive was out of the question. That narrowed the options a bit.

Harry and the Weasley boys were going over how he wanted to spend the day when Ginny tramped down the stairs into the kitchen. She stretched innocently, and with one glance at the murderous look Harry turned on her, she began snickering. The twins and Ron were far too busy trying to mastermind the best birthday ever, to notice the electricity in the air between their sister and their friend

"Happy Birthday. Harry." she said serenely, clearly pleased with his reaction.

"Biteme."

"What was that? I missed that." Feigning alarm, she shot an amused look in her mother's direction. Mrs. Weasely was occupied, buttering a peice of toast and trying to eavesdrop on the birthday scheming taking place across the table.

"I said 'You DELIGHT me'. "

"Thats what I thought." Ginny waltzed over to his seat and purposely leaned across him, eyes locked with his. Reaching for a 'Harry-cake', she gouged out a chocolate-chip-eye with her finger and savagely bit it. She stared him down obnoxiously, chewing, as she held herself up with one arm. She willed herself not to blush.

She was so close he felt butterflies in his stomach. She was so close he could smell the chocolate on her breath. She was so close he could almost..............rip the damn placemat right out from under her hand. And he did.

Ginny crashed, rather inelegantly on her elbow and silenced the entire room with the sound of every glass on the table rattling. Every mouth was open. And Mr. Weasley half-stood up in concern as he gaped at his shocked daughter.

Harry, looking as suprised as the rest of them, winked his handsome green eyes and she shot daggers at him with her stare. Then she let herself laugh.

'He soo wants me...' she beamed.

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