A.N.—You know, I was going to wait a while to write the next chapter, but you guys MORE than deserve this! Thank you for the fantastic reviews…*sniff* Everyone's too sweet. Seriously! You all rock!
PS: I'm glad no one called the "be yourself" bit lame. I was worried lol.
Smokeline: I changed my mind from what I told you at school. This will make things FAR more interesting. Trust me. I just realized that, okay, it wouldn't BE the best night of her life if Harry did what he was going to do. You know?
Previously…
I forgot for the moment that this was THE Harry Potter with his arms around me. I forgot that I was madly in love with him even though I've hardly had a conversation with him. I just concentrated on calming down.
"It was just a nightmare." I whispered.
"I gathered."
"It felt real."
"I know."
There he was, so close, and me still conveniently in his arms. I stared into his eyes. He was much too close….and seeming to be getting closer…
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{Continuing from the same journal entry}
It was like heaven on earth for those 7 and a half seconds. Harry seemed confused as to what the hell he was doing. But, being a boy and all, continued with his magnificent snogging abilities. Have I mentioned they were magnificent? Because they were. Wow. I mean, not that I would have anything to compare it to, considering--
THIS WAS MY FIRST BLOODY KISS!
It was Harry—Harry Potter—mad crush on him for ages…he…kissed me….Oh god…he—hyperventilating over here. WHY AM I HYPERVENTILATING?!
5 minutes later
Back.
So guess who had to go ruining it?
"My eyes! MY EYES!" George yelled frantically.
"You know, Gin, this is why they invented places like broom closets and such." Fred said matter-of-factly.
"Not to mention underneath tables--"
"The occasional loo--"
"Quidditch pitch."
"Common room."
"Can't forget the Astronomy Tower--"
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT IT?!" I screamed, annoyed.
Harry, erm, had shoved me away from him at this point. He looked terrified. I was indignant.
"She was—she just—I didn't mean to—don't kill me!"
The twins just laughed.
"Right. As if we would hurt Gin's snogging buddy. She would have a conniption for sure. Ron's the only one stupid enough." George replied.
"So we'll just be--"
"--leaving now."
"Have fun."
"But not too much fun."
"Bye!" They both said all pleasantly and went back upstairs.
Cue the awkward silence.
Then Harry started babbling (rather adorably) about how he shouldn't have done that and he just got caught up in the moment and all he wanted to do was comfort me because I sounded so scared and he regrets it now.
Hm. The Boy-Who-Lived babbles. Interesting.
WAIT?!? HE REGRETS IT?!
You know, maybe this wasn't the best night of my life. He regrets it!
Harry Potter and I engaged in a mini-snog session.
Oh yes. Now I remember why it was so good.
Instead of blowing up at him for the regretting comment, I acted normal.
"Harry, it's really okay. We just got caught up in the moment. But I appreciate you staying and comforting me. It was really…sweet." We both blushed.
"Er—you're welcome."
"Friends?"
He grinned in this very James-esque way.
"Gin, I've known you for around four years now, but never really gotten a chance to know you," Oh, the double meanings… "You're different than I thought. I like this side of you better. Sure, friends."
And we actually shook on it.
Then he seemed to realize that he showed a slightest bit of emotion, so he started the fake coughing and "erm"'s and "uh"'s.
"Goodnight, Ginny. Don't have anymore nightmares."
Aww. He's so cute. Too bad he only likes me as a friend. Despite the kiss. But for some reason, that doesn't bother me so much. Even through all the embarrassing stunts I've pulled (some of them accidental) he still managed to see the person I really am. I could just tell. It's a rather spiffing feeling. Maybe we'll just end up being friends.
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Oh, who am I kidding?!?!
But, on the bright side, I think Hermy deserves an extra large Christmas gift this year for her fab advice.
Perhaps I'll just put a big red bow on Ron or something.