July 27th, 1995.
After dinner
Back in the marshmallow palace
{my room}
So it wasn't at all awkward with Harry. Oh no. You see, he's bloody used to getting feminine hygiene products thrown at him. Riiiight. I wish the ghoul was alive so I could kill him myself.
The conversation went a bit like this after I ran outside:
Me: Oh, hello, Harry!
Harry: Um, hi, Ginny. {while gathering up scattered tampons and putting them back in the box} Er, um, I mean, are these, um, you know, are these………
Me: {blushes} Erm, yes. {hurriedly grabs them while brothers parade out of the house}
Ron: Harry! Good to see you, mate.
Fred and George: {stage whispering} Yes, he's happy to see Harry, but just how happy would he be if it would have been Hermy………
Ron: {blushes} Shut up! {blushes harder} Gin, what's that you're holding?
Me: Tampons.
Other people: Oh.
Me: {breaking weird silence} The ghoul threw them out the window and they landed on, erm, Harry's head.
Harry: Um, yes. That's………true.
Me: Well, I best be off now. See you at dinner. {I run away}
Romantic, huh? At least Harry didn't seem completely repelled by me at dinner. He actually managed to pass me the potatoes with minimal blushing action. Oh, Merlin, why must I be so hopelessly in love with the boy who:
a) Doesn't know the first thing about girls.
b) Now, but an unfortunate accident, knows I AM a girl. {Somehow, him figuring out that I exist involved more snogging in my mind………}
c) Thus, knows nothing about me.
July 28th, 1995.
Hiding in the closet.
Oh, why must life get so much more complicated. I believe I just saw Harry—naked.
A.N.— Fic DOES NOT follow Order of the Phoenix canon