Yeah! I'm on a roll today! Lol. This is what happens when you're on summer break and have nothing else to do. Okay okay! Review! Thaaanksss...

Harry ambled over to where Ginny sat, furiously writing a letter. She bit her lip in concentration as she finished the letter, rolling up the parchment and tying it to Pig's leg. The little owl hooted and flew out her window, zigzagging its way hazardously into the sky.

"Hey Ginny," he grinned, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that he had picked up. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing much," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as she too, ran a hand through her hair. Darn. I've been spending way too much time around him.



He smiled at her, making her blush again. "So I saw Hermione out to kill you this morning. What happened? Did you take Hogwarts, A History away from her or something?"

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but just then Ron walked into the room. "I..."

Both of the boys looked expectantly at her.

"Yeah, Ginny," Ron scratched his head, looking confused. "What's wrong with Hermione? When I asked her about it, she slammed her door on me and called me an insensitive git. Is it," he lowered his voice, turning a bit red. "That time of the month, maybe?"

His sister stared at him for a moment, and then burst into giggles. "Oh Ron," she gasped between peals of laughter. "Is that what all boys really think?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, shaking their heads. "Well..." Harry shuffled his feet, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah!"

"Well, she's not." Ginny leaned against her bed, still a bit giggly. "It's just..."

She struggled for a few moments as the boys looked at her, prompting her to continue.

"Err..." she tried to find a plausible lie. "Hermione's upset... because... I tried to put makeup on her."

Silence.

Ginny smiled weakly at the boys. I don't think that worked... She bit her lip nervously.

"What?!" Ron exploded, redder than usual. "She doesn't need the makeup! What were you thinking Ginny?"

And with that he stormed out of the room, leaving a shocked Ginny and an amused Harry.

"He fancies her?" Ginny murmured, looking up at Harry.

Harry nodded, and grinned. "For just about forever. Now are you going to tell me what really happened this morning?"

"Well..." she shifted uncomfortably, finally patting the space on the bed next to her as she sighed. "Sit down. I think our friends are in need of a bit of help..."