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Except this time, everything was okay. At least with Harry. And I certainly don't have a problem with Hermione. I have to remember to thank her for standing up for me. But Ron. Ron is still is huge trouble, and I'm still furious with him. In fact, I think it's time I sent Mum a letter.

Chapter Thirteen: Don't Ya Just Love That Classic Rock?

September 17th 2004, 11:04 am

I am sitting in History of Magic right now getting my skull bored off. Once again we're taking notes, so I decided to write in here. This morning at breakfast wasn't any better than last night at dinner. I sat down in the only seat left at the Gryffindor table. Right across from Ron, just to my luck. Everyone ate in silence not saying a word. I looked up to see Ron glaring at me. Well that set me off.

"What in the bloody hell are you glaring at? If anyone should be glaring it should be me." I said bitterly.

"Shut your fucking mouth right now Ginny, or I'll return the slap from yesterday." He said threateningly. Unfazed, I replied.

"Language Ronald." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"You're one to talk. I suppose you're forgetting what you said to me in the hall yesterday."

"Oh yes. That's right. Those were deserved."

With that, Ron slammed his fork down and stormed out of the Hall. Well that went well, I muttered to myself. Harry looked up and smirked at me. I chuckled silently and smiled back. I stood up and said my goodbyes. With that I strode from the Hall, and straight through the entrance. I stepped onto the grounds. The sunlight was shining, but a chilly wind blew across my cheeks. I began walking and thinking to myself. This was one of those times where I was just wanted to be alone, and I was grateful Harry didn't come after me. Finally I realized that I'd better get back inside before I was late to class. So I rushed here to find we were doing nothing once again. Everytime I come to this class I hope that there might be a slim chance that we might actually do something exciting. That never happens. I might as well give up on that. So I sat down, and started writing in you.

Ron is such an ass. How can he not understand that he's being one? He always has to be right. It makes me sick. I don't merely want to slap him anymore. Oh no. I want to punch him right in the face and break that enormous nose of his. But I won't. Because that would upset Hermione, and I don't want to do that. Besides, I don't want to make Ron any uglier that he already is. Okay, okay. That was mean. He's not ugly. But I'm just so furious. I can hardly see straight. I think I better go before I start screaming and ripping pages out of here while pulling my hair out.

6:07 pm

I decided to skip dinner tonight, in order to prevent another enormous shouting match between Ron and I. So here I am sitting in the common room all alone. As far as Harry goes, nothing different today. We just talked and laughed a bit. Lunch was uncomfortable, so Harry asked me if I wanted to take a walk. Of course I accepted.

"Ginny? Do you want to go for a walk with me?" Harry asked looking at me intently.

"Sure." I replied loudly.

Ron looked up, and turned our way. I put my arm around Harry, and he wrapped his around me. We strode out of the Hall, and I turned back to see an unreadable expression on Ron's face. We reached the outside, and I was extremely grateful for that. For some reason I can be much more free outside. Maybe it's because inside I feel sort of trapped. But whatever it is, a lot of times I'm more outgoing outside. We walked in silence for a while, until Harry spoke up.

"I almost forgot. Quidditch tryouts are on Friday at 8:00 in the evening. Is that all right?" He asked.

"Of course. Sounds great." I said with a smile.

We walked in silence some more, and I couldn't help but start humming to myself. Eventually it escalated to me singing and I didn't even realize it.

"What are you singing Gin?" asked Harry smiling and eyes twinkling.

"Oh just a Muggle song." I answered, extremely embarrassed that Harry heard me sing.

"Oh what song? I might know it." He said.

"Oh you probably won't. You know how crazy my dad is for anything Muggle. So when I was around eight, he got me a Muggle record player. One that plays vinyl. So ever since then, my dad would buy Muggle albums and I'd listen to them. I guess I felt like those singers were so confident and could put so much emotion into their work, and when I listened to them I sort of felt more alive and more myself."

"That's the same exact way I feel too. Seriously though, I might know it. What is it?" Harry inquired.

"Uh. Stairway to Heaven."

"I do know that song!" Harry exclaimed.

"You do? How?"

"I figured out a way to fix Dudley's old radio that he had in his room. So I repaired it and the only station that would come in clearly was a classic rock one." He said with a laugh.

He smiled at me, and I returned it. There was silence for a moment. All of a sudden Harry and I started to hum Stairway to Heaven at the same exact time. We both hummed the first famous notes of the song, and then turned to look at each other. We saw each other's faces and started cracking up. We headed back inside after that. But I had a good time. I'm so glad Harry and I are closer. I don't know what I 'd do if we were still fighting.

September 19th 2004, 5:30 pm

Nothing new going on here. Harry hasn't made a move, Ron and I are still not speaking, and Hermione is still my best friend. But something very important is happening in a few hours. I HAVE QUIDDITCH TRYOUTS AND I'M FREAKING OUT! I don't know what to do! What if I suck? What if I fall off my broom? What if I drop the Quaffle over and over? AH I'm going to drive myself mad. I had a chat with Hermione about it, among other things, earlier. I was in here pacing the room when she walked in.

"Ginny? What's wrong? You look like you're about to have a mental breakdown." Said Hermione.

"That's because I am!" I exclaimed dramatically.

"Okay calm down. Tell me why."

"Because! I have Quidditch try outs in a matter of hours, and I haven't really played since the summer! And if I suck, I will be humiliated! And I would also be letting Harry down! I don't want to let Harry down!" I cried out in one breath.

"Whoa. Slow down. You are not going to suck. I've seen you play and you're really good."

I rolled me eyes, and she spotted it.

"And no I'm not just saying that." Hermione said, exasperated.

"Sorry. I'm just freaking out about Quidditch." I said apologetically.

"It's alright. I can get like that about school sometimes." She said matter of factly.

I couldn't help but snort. She looked over, and rolled her eyes. But she wasn't mad. She was smiling, and had a gleam in her eyes.

"But it's not only about Quidditch is it?" she asked knowingly.

"No." I muttered while looking down.

"It's about Harry, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Well tell me."

"Alright."

"Harry still hasn't kissed me. We've been spending so much time together, and yet he still doesn't act interested in me at all. Am I that unappealing?"

"Of course not. You are not unappealing. Honestly, you make up the most moronic stuff in your head. And just give Harry time. I know I've said that before, but it's the only way. It might be a while, but in the mean time give him little hints to shove him in the right direction." Hermione said

"I'll try to take your advice. Thanks Hermione."

"No problem. Good luck with tryouts."

"Thanks."

Hermione left the room, and that is when I began writing in you. I'm so nervous I don't know what to do. But I'll have to put that all aside and suck it up. I have to make this team. For Harry. And For me.

A/N: First off I know the Stairway To Heaven thing was random. But I was listening to it and I said what the hell? Why not add it. Lol And I also know that not too much happened in this chapter, but I liked writing it nonetheless. Second or third depending on how you're counting, I wrote a new one shot tradegy fic. It's very different from this story, but I hope you'll like it. I'd appreciate it so much if you read and reviewed that one. It's called...Right Before Your Eyes.Thanks so much guys! Read and Review!