A/N: This story is winding down. :'(

Disclaimer: I don't feel like doing this

Fri., Nov. 28

Well lunch with Luna was interesting. And a bit unproductive, I've now realized.

I didn't exactly get to the speech-thing. You see, I didn't want to seem like the only reason I wanted to meet with her was to get her to help me (which is completely not the case, of course). So I tried to bring it into the conversation tactfully. First I tried asking her more about her presentation.

Big mistake.

"I can't wait to go back to Samoa!" she kept saying jovially. "You know, you should visit some time, Ginny. It's a perfect spot for holiday."

"Yes, yes, so I've heard," I said for the fifth time that afternoon. "So tell me more about the conference you went to – what was your speech like?"

"It was about the endangerment of the ramora," she answered, giving me a funny look, because it was probably the fifth time I had asked her that. She probably thinks me a complete halfwit or something. "They're such beautiful creatures, and their circumstance is so sad."

"Yes, what a shame, what shame," I replied seriously. I decided to try another tactic: try to bring up the wedding itself. "So...kept in touch with anyone else from school?" I asked her.

"Hmm. Besides you ..." She looked thoughtful. "No one."

I blinked. "Not one? Just me? And we only ran into each other yesterday?"

"Well, I never really found the need to. If they wanted to talk to me, they would seek me out, wouldn't they?"

I was surprised at her answer. Didn't she want any friends?

"Besides," she continued, "I have to spend most of my time on my ramora campaign at the moment."

Gosh, it was just so shocking. Here was this girl, who didn't seem to need any companionship at all! I wondered if it had something to do with being Looney Lovegood, sort of "shunned" by everyone else. I felt kind of sorry for her, but she didn't need my pity.

"Our organization is really starting to make progress. But anyway, what about you? Have you been keeping up with any alumni?"

"Err...well..I have a lot of sister-in-laws, I suppose."

"Oh really? And what about you? Any special someone?"

"Err. . . no," I said, embarrassed. "I'm ...single. And loving it!" I said in a falsely cheerful voice.

"You don't quite sound like it," Luna noted thoughtfully.

"Well, don't you just hate it when you're...out with married friends and they all rub it in your face how – how single you are!"

"That's never happened to me before," she said placidly.

"What about when you have to bring a guest for a party or something? They always expect you to bring your boyfriend, and then they jest you when you don't."

"Seems like you really want a boyfriend," she said.

"Yes! I do!"

"But it seems like you want one only to show up to people."

"What?! What do you mean?"

"Well the reasons you were listing, it sounds like you want a boyfriend just to show other people you aren't completely pathetic."

Gosh, well that was just mean! And so untrue, I am not pathetic! And there are loads of other reasons as to why I'm sick of being single. "There are loads of other reasons as to why I'm sick of being single!"

"Like...?"

"Like... Well, I don't want to be alone, you know! And...and...I don't want to become a nun!"

Luna looked at me puzzled. "What?! – No look, you and – and our whole society – we put too much emphasis on not being single. You have to be attached, you have to be married by a certain age or else you're an old spinster. But it shouldn't be that way at all!"

"It shouldn't?" I asked warily. "But everyone says so!"

"No, no, no," she tutted. "And you, Ginny Weasley, of all people, are rushing your biological clock. You are only twenty-two years old. You don't need a boyfriend!"

"I don't?"

"No!"

Hmm. Luna is so right. I don't need a boyfriend! I don't need one at all!

No. I just want one...

3: 39 P.M.

Damn. I still didn't get her to help me with the speech!

Sat., Nov. 29

Today Ron and Hermione invited me over for lunch. It was...queer.

"So," was the first thing Ron said when I came in, "I heard you and Harry got into a little spat?"

I spun right around, very intent on leaving right that moment. However, Hermione pulled me back. "Now, now, come on, he's only kidding, right?" She glared at Ron.

"Hmph. I only hope this wasn't the reason you called me over today," I said, all pissy.

"No... no, of course not," they replied together, looking at warily at each other. Oh bugger.

"I really don't want to talk about him right now!" I said huffily.

"Who?" Ron inquired, in a mocking voice.

"You know perfectly well who!"

"Oh, come on," Hermione exclaimed. "Fine, fine, we won't talk about anything. Let's just sit down and stare at the wall."

"Fine. Just the way I like it," I replied.

And we did. For a few minutes, anyway.

"Really, what happened?" Ron asked.

"AAARGH!" I screamed, getting up from the table.

"Really, Ginny, I know you told us, but... well, we just don't think you told us the whole story." Hermione looked at me meaningfully.

"Then go ask Harry!" I said. I felt like sticking my tongue out at them.

"We did," Ron shrugged. "But he wouldn't say anything. We were thinking you made a move on him, and he got really mad at you." Ron grinned.

"NO I DID NOT!" I exclaimed, horrified. "I would never do such a – such a – perverse thing!"

"Well, what happened then?"

"Fine. This is the one time I'm telling you, to prove that I did not 'make a move on' Harry. I never would, really! Unless..."

"Unless what?" they both asked.

"Unless... highly intoxicated... See, he took me out to dinner last week, and I had a little too much wine and... and I guess I did kiss him first, but – but it was only an accident!"

Ron burst out laughing. Hermione frowned. "And Harry let you? That doesn't seem like something he'd do."

"Well he was very pissed too, I suppose. Yes, we both were. Because when I went to his place the next morning, he was all ...strange. He was acting very peculiar. And he was in his night clothes so...hold on." I stopped.

"What?"

"How come I passed out in my day clothes ...and he was somehow able to – to change into his pajamas and – and – No, that can't happen, considering how drunk we both were..."

"Maybe he was wearing his night clothes underneath," Ron sniggered.

"No...no...shut up, Ron," I said absently. "It just doesn't make sense."

"You don't think he could have just changed when he got home?" Hermione asked.

"No... we both had to have been really pissed, remember? He's not coordinated enough to do all that when his brain was all woozy."

"What do you mean, coordinated enough?" Hermione asked. "Harry's very coordinated. He plays Quidditch."

"No, no....he sure doesn't seem like it. He always trips and falls when we go out together. Or drops something...And befuddles his words and ..."

"Paah," Ron said, smirking. "Reminds me of when he used to stalk Cho Chang. He'd always make a fool of himself in front of her."

"Yes, well he never tripped when he was with us," I reminded him. "It was only because he had the most massive crush on her..." I gasped. So did Hermione.

"Harry fancies... Ginny?" Ron stood up, his eyes wide.

"No... no," I said, furrowing my brow.

"Oh...oh, god," Ron slowly sunk back down into his chair, rubbing his forehead.

"Well I think it's wonderful," Hermione said cheerfully unfazed. "It's what you've always wanted, isn't it?"

"WHAT?!" Ron stood back up again. "How come I didn't know?"

"No! No! It's not true!" Yet the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Because if he wasn't drunk, then why would he let me kiss him? And kiss me back?? Maybe if he were a pervert or something. But he's not, I know he's not.

"Oh my god," I said slowly. "And now – and now he must be so mad at me!"

"I thought he already was –"

"Because I told him that the kiss meant nothing, I was just drunk, and – and he thought it did! I remember him saying, he thought I didn't have that much wine and – and I said I don't take to alcohol well and ...oh dear." I put my head in my hands. "And now he must be really mad at me because he thinks I stood him up!"

"This is all so confusing," Ron whispered to Hermione, but she shushed him.

"No wonder he overreacted ..." I said to myself. "He already thinks I don't return his ardor –"

"But do you?" Hermione asked.

"I – I don't know," I admitted. "I mean, I always have had that teeny crush on him, but . . ." Ron moaned. "But I've spent so much time being upset at him ...I just don't know." I thought real hard, back to the time when we were going out to dinner and dancing at the wedding and when he made me feel better after Alair dumped me. And my heart thumped at the mere reminisces of him. "Perhaps..."

"Perhaps, what?" Hermione and Ron both prompted eagerly.

"Perhaps . . . perhaps I should go back to my flat now. Bye! Thanks for lunch!" I grabbed my wand off the table and Disapperated, just as I heard Ron say "Lunch? What lunch?"

I'm sort of dissappointed in this story...I've never been really good at writing...emotions and stuff. It's hard to portray : (