A/N ~ I hope the last one was ok. I think I sounded a bit stiff in my previous author's notes and bio. I'm not, really; quite weird in real life. I believe the term my teachers like to use is "creative." Anyway, Thank-you's to reviewers are at the A/N on the bottom. I think I'll update around once a week. Be sure to send angry e-mails if I forget about y'all. I own nothing. Well, I had this rubber band, but my vice principal took it away, because he thought I was going to hit people with it. I wonder where he got that insane notion. *giggle* On with the fic.
Harry sighed in frustration. Two bloody hours and this was where he was! Staring at the words "Dear Ginny…." for two hours might just be enough to kill you, he decided. Focusing on the otherwise blank piece of parchment, Harry wished for a spell that would help him to start a conversation easily, but not sound too eager, and yet sound interested… Was that possible? "Argh, hormones are difficult little buggers," Harry thought exasperatedly. "So Gin, how's the weather at the Burrow?", "Cast any good Bat Bogey Hexes lately?", and "Have Fred or George knocked you down any staircases recently?" were a few conversation starters Harry had in mind, but somehow they looked even stupider on the parchment than they sounded in his head.
Another hour went by, and he found himself surrounded by a growing pile of crumpled papers. (A/N ~ This is how I feel when I'm trying to write about you, Harry!). Suddenly, it hit him like a bludger to the back of the head. Ron and Hermione! He'd write about how annoyed he was about them skirting around their feelings for each other! Thinking it through, he decided to test the waters first by asking Ginny if she felt that Ron and Hermione liked each other. This way, he could buy himself some time to think up an elaborate plan to get the idiots together while spending some, erm, quality time with Ginny. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
Little did he know that Hermione was writing a letter of her own at that same moment…
A/N ~ Thanks to all of my reviewers. A few of your reviews got deleted when I fixed the spacing, and I'm really sorry about that. Fortunately, my computer saved the reviews, so your thank-you's will be included below too. Sorry for this chapter being so short. The next one ought to be up soon.
'Mione Weasley – Thanks 'Mione for all the help and everything. Luv ya.
Tynkerbell – Thanks for the advice. I knew my paragraphs were messed up, I just didn't know how to fix them. Hopefully, I corrected my mistakes..
Raphaela 667 – Thanks, I did fix the spacing. I meant for this to happen sometime in the weeks between the Department of Mysteries and the train ride home. I just wanted it to be something J.K. left out, I guess, but I suppose it would be sort of AU.
Angelina Heart – Thank you!!! Goodness, you're my new best friend! Thanks loads for your words of encouragement, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. : )
Jlatmill – Thanks. I was feeling unsure of myself, but I feel much better now.
Ok, I think that's everybody. If you're not on here, I'm really sorry. Just e-mail me and I'll add you ASAP.
Harry sighed in frustration. Two bloody hours and this was where he was! Staring at the words "Dear Ginny…." for two hours might just be enough to kill you, he decided. Focusing on the otherwise blank piece of parchment, Harry wished for a spell that would help him to start a conversation easily, but not sound too eager, and yet sound interested… Was that possible? "Argh, hormones are difficult little buggers," Harry thought exasperatedly. "So Gin, how's the weather at the Burrow?", "Cast any good Bat Bogey Hexes lately?", and "Have Fred or George knocked you down any staircases recently?" were a few conversation starters Harry had in mind, but somehow they looked even stupider on the parchment than they sounded in his head.
Another hour went by, and he found himself surrounded by a growing pile of crumpled papers. (A/N ~ This is how I feel when I'm trying to write about you, Harry!). Suddenly, it hit him like a bludger to the back of the head. Ron and Hermione! He'd write about how annoyed he was about them skirting around their feelings for each other! Thinking it through, he decided to test the waters first by asking Ginny if she felt that Ron and Hermione liked each other. This way, he could buy himself some time to think up an elaborate plan to get the idiots together while spending some, erm, quality time with Ginny. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
Little did he know that Hermione was writing a letter of her own at that same moment…
A/N ~ Thanks to all of my reviewers. A few of your reviews got deleted when I fixed the spacing, and I'm really sorry about that. Fortunately, my computer saved the reviews, so your thank-you's will be included below too. Sorry for this chapter being so short. The next one ought to be up soon.
'Mione Weasley – Thanks 'Mione for all the help and everything. Luv ya.
Tynkerbell – Thanks for the advice. I knew my paragraphs were messed up, I just didn't know how to fix them. Hopefully, I corrected my mistakes..
Raphaela 667 – Thanks, I did fix the spacing. I meant for this to happen sometime in the weeks between the Department of Mysteries and the train ride home. I just wanted it to be something J.K. left out, I guess, but I suppose it would be sort of AU.
Angelina Heart – Thank you!!! Goodness, you're my new best friend! Thanks loads for your words of encouragement, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. : )
Jlatmill – Thanks. I was feeling unsure of myself, but I feel much better now.
Ok, I think that's everybody. If you're not on here, I'm really sorry. Just e-mail me and I'll add you ASAP.