Chapter 8

A/N 1- I LOVE YOU GUYS! Thank you sooo much for reviewing my story! -gives out a whole bunch of e-hugs-

A/N 2- This is for bizzyreader: I really appreciate the idea, but I have other plans for the story. Keep reading and thanks again!

A/N 3- This chapter is kinda from Harry's point of view. There might be a little bit of Ron's p.o.v as well. I think.

Harry slept well that night. When he woke, he felt like something different was going to happen today, but he shook that off. He had come up with a few new plays for the Gryffindor team and he couldn't wait to show his teammates. The new beaters, David Dribbledock and Kurt Flaherty, both second years, were just as good as the twins. The new chasers, Jennifer Moss, Carl Larkey and Ethan Gibble were bloody brilliant. Ron was still their keeper (he was now fantastic- the edited version of Weasley is Our King gave him a HUGE burst of confidence every time) and Harry still played in the same position he had held since his first year, seeker. They didn't have a practice in a while, so Harry booked the pitch for the next night. Harry opened his curtains, went over to Ron's bed and shook Ron awake. Ron mumbled something incoherent that sounded like, "Ten more minutes, Mum," and rolled over. Harry sighed and shook Ron more vigorously. Ron rolled over to face Harry and glared at him, and said in a croaky voice, "Whaddya want mate? It's too early to be awake. Can't be more than 5 A.M., can it?"

"Actually Ron, its 7:20. You better get up if you plan on having breakfast," Ron glanced at the clock and now fully awake, he said, "Screw the shower, let's go. I'm starving!" he patted his abdomen for effect and they both proceeded to get dressed. Harry attempted to comb his hair but gave up quickly when his comb started to show signs of stress when one tooth broke. He said, "Ron, we're going to have a practice tonight at 8 on the pitch. Spread it around, will you?" Ron nodded and they went down the steps, through the common room and out the portrait hole.

They walked in the corridor in silence when Harry said, "You know Ron, I don't miss Cho at all," Ron looked at his friend with a quizzical look; he wasn't expecting his friend to say that. "When I was with her, it was exactly like it is now, minus the kissing whenever we saw each other. I was with you and Hermione just as much as before we began dating," Ron nodded, "That's true, it was almost like you weren't dating at all. She was rarely around, and you guys kissed only when you saw each other in the hallways in between classes. You went on a few dates, I remember that. When we went to Hogsmeade and a few others after that," Harry nodded as they walked through the entrance to the Great Hall. Ginny and Hermione were waiting for them in their usual spots at the table, waving them over. Harry and Ron walked towards her. Ron piled some kippers, bacon and eggs onto his plate as did Harry. Hermione was sipping on her pumpkin juice and Ginny was taking a bite of toast, now talking to one of her friends on her other side. There was a hoot from above; the mail was there. Owls flurried around the hall dropping parcels and letters to their recipients. Ron looked over at Hermione who suddenly looked nervous as she fidgeted with her glass. He had sent the letter and he made sure it got to Harry the next morning at breakfast. He looked like an idiot, talking to one of the school owls, telling it to send the letter to Harry the next day at breakfast but no one was up there to witness it, so he didn't care. He glanced over at Hermione again; she looked even more uncomfortable in her seat as her letter dropped down into Harry's lap. Harry muttered, "Thanks," to the owl as it flew away. He looked at the envelope, wondering where it came from. All his attention was on the letter so he didn't notice Hermione squirm under the pressure as she, Ginny and Ron waited for him to open it. He also didn't notice that Ginny looked like she wasn't breathing and Ron attempting to put an 'I don't know what's in that letter' look on his face but failing miserably. All three kept their eyes on Harry and the letter. Time seemed to freeze as Harry reached for the letter. "Well it's not going to open itself," Harry said as he opened the seal on the letter. It was now Hermione's turn to stop breathing. Harry didn't notice this as his eyes were now completely on the letter.

As he read it, the expression on his face was unmistakably one of absolute surprise. His green eyes widened as he continued reading. "Wow." Ron smiled a little at Hermione, who looked like the weight of the universe was lifted off her shoulders. Harry smiled and said, "Ginny! I can't believe you never told me this! One of your friends likes me? Who?" He knew he looked like an eager puppy, but Ginny said, "I guess you failed to read the P.S. at the bottom, huh?" Harry skimmed to the bottom and frowned. "Ugh. Can't you give me a hint?" Ginny shook her head and Ron reached for the letter, pretending like he didn't know what was on it. He skimmed the letter and handed it to Hermione, who put on a look of fake surprise as she read, "I think you should write something back, Harry. This girl obviously likes you well enough to confess it to you, even though it is anonymously,"

"I guess I will. Like I said to Ron earlier, I don't miss Cho. Maybe I should get another girlfriend. If this girl is nice-" Ginny nodded her head quickly, slyly glanced at Hermione for a brief second, and said, "Oh she is, alright," and Harry continued, "Then I'll give her a chance. It'll be good to have someone again, especially one who likes me this much. Ginny, expect my letter sometime tonight. I hope she reveals herself in time for the Ball. I'd love to take her,"

They all rose from their seats after Harry questioned Ginny about her anonymous friend. He asked her who it was every five minutes, until after three times, a frustrated Ginny huffed and told him to shut up and just write the stupid letter. "She'll reveal herself in time, Harry. Just relax!"

After classes and some severe pondering, Harry knew exactly what he was going to write in the letter. He marched right up to his common room and pulled a quill and some parchment from his bag.

Dear Anonymous...

A/N 3- Dahahaha! Sorry for the little cliffie, but I fear that I am getting carpal tunnel syndrome or something. Too much typing. Yep yep... well REVIEW! Tell me what you think, get mad at me for leaving with a cliffie. Whatever. See you at Chapter 9! It'll include Harry's letter and maybe another letter to Harry from Hermione. Later buddies! --azias.