A.N.—READ THIS SO YOU AREN'T COMPLETELY LOST: I'm skipping ahead in time so I don't have to write the boring stuff. Two weeks to be precise. Plus, this way, the Harry/Ginny friendship has been formed before my very eyes muahaha Attack of the Lazy Fanfic Writer. Hey, you should be thrilled that I got this looongchapter out so soon! MAJOR fluff alert towards the end.

August 26th, 1995.

It's been a lovely two weeks around the Burrow. Everyone seems to be happy about the newly developed friendship between Harry and myself. The voice in my head is very bitter as it says only friendship. It is just friendship, or something more? Stay tuned next week for the next episode of "Ginny's Life a-go-go". {Cue dramatic music} But, truly, I still can't figure out the relationship myself.

I mean, he's a spiffing friend. He's perfect. He can do no wrong (in my opinion). I jus don't know how good of a friend he really is. It's been driving me bloody mad, and it doesn't help that I'm completely in love with the prat. No offense to this book, but sometimes I need an answer back. In the form of a person—not a diary. It's safe to say that I learned my lesson concerning THAT about 4 years ago.

Possibilities of People to Talk to About My Relationship with Harry James Potter:

1) Mummy Dearest: It would involve quite a bit of "my baby is growing up so fast," followed by an offer of (yet another) sex talk. ("Do you know about the birds and the bees, Ginny dear?" sarcasm "No, mum, I'm still not clear about the function of a vagina. DO EXPLAIN, PLEASE!") I really don't think I can mentally handle that.

2) Dad/the brothers: I laugh hysterically at that absurd idea. I'd sooner consult a herd of penguins.

3) Hermione Granger: Um. No. Just…no.

4) Jake: Erm, may or may not be angry with me after I came clean about the necromanc-ing. He may or may not be currently ignoring my owls. Good Merlin, he's such a girl. Oh well, he shall get over himself in due time. (A.N.—hehe, I had to make up an excuse for his absence from the story lately. Lame, I know)

5) Harry Potter himself: Yeah right. Why would I even consider that?!? It's not like communication is the key to a relationship or anything, people!

I just read that last line again. No comment…except to say that I'm stupid and know nothing and will die alone. Joy.

August 27th, 1995.

5 days until Hogwarts, and counting! We just got back from Diagon Alley. Can you believe it took me until a year ago to figure out that Diagon Alley equals…well….diagonally! (A.N.—true story!) I'm such a dunderhead. Oh, bad sign—using Snape-patented words. I'm suffering from temporary insanity. More like enjoying it. It's great fun.

Later

I love my life, I love my life, oh I LOVE my life

When Harry and I finally became friends, I promised myself that I would tell him I was a L'Une Douée. For some reason, I trust him with this information. I think it might have to do with his own abnormality. You know, Boy-who-Lived, connection with Voldemort, among other things. We could be odd together!

I was planning on doing it in the form of Necromancy. It seemed appropriate because the only deceased I have bothered to contact have been HIS parents. I figured that maybe if I showed him he would be less angry than if he found out on accident somehow. I mean, let's face it—Harry has quite a temper. He has had brooding tendencies ever since the Third Task, and, in short, is unstable. Forgive me, my love, for telling the truth. Somehow, I doubt he would be all hugs and kisses that I've been in contact with Lily and James behind his back for 22 days, although I was on speaking terms with him for only 14 of those days. The point is, I had all this time to tell him, and I didn't.

Of course he will be pleased to be able to talk to them. He deserves some happiness in his life. And there's nothing in the official L'Une Douée handbook about not sharing the secret. I hope there isn't, anyway.

Needless to say, I have been debating this quite thoroughly.

So I decided—it was time. Now or never.

But, before I could break out the lavender candles, there was a slight knock at my door. I opened it to find Harry. The most interesting thing was that he was blushing like mad.

"Yes, Harry?" I asked with a smile. See? I can be cool under pressure!

"Ginny, there's something I just have to do." He invited himself in and began pacing. Not that I minded.

I watched him in confusion for a minute. He seemed to be having a mental debate. Well, eventually, one side must have won because he grabbed me and snogged me like there was no tomorrow. Brilliant, that boy.

"Gin." He broke the kiss, "I'm just going to say this right out: I fancy you. Ever since I've truly gotten to know you as a person, I've liked you. I've been insane not to notice you before now."

Short and sweet. I liked it. I wish to register my astonishment that I hadn't fainted by this time.

"Oh, Harry!" I couldn't help but kiss him again. It was straight out a trashy romance novel. Minus the trashy, naturally.

HE LIKES ME BACK!

Then I had to go and ruin the moment.

"What about Mandy?"

"Oh, erm…" He looked flustered. Stupid, Ginny, STUPID! "I don't know how you knew about that, but I don't like her anymore. I like you." He smiled.

Okay, so it wasn't wonderfully romantic, but it was perfect. It was so…Harry. Except that it wasn't because Harry doesn't share feelings like this. But if he did, it would be in this way.

To someone that's as hopelessly quixotic as me, this would seem rather anticlimactic. It really wasn't. I really do love my life.

This moment was so surreal. It was so unbelievable. And yet…it was happening to me.

It really was. I checked. Pinch hurts.

Now, back to the Necromantic fun!

I looked Harry straight in his beautiful eyes and told him I had something to show him.

I performed the ritual as he sat. Finally, two familiar figures appeared.

Harry's eyes went wide. Well, wider than they were after he realized what I was doing. He's smart like that.

"Mum? Dad?"

A.N.—evil cliffies mean more reviews. Haha. Please review. They light up my generally severe-stormy days.