I know it's been forever, and I'm so terribly sorry, but finally I have another chapter up for my darling reviewers! Yay, consider it a little present as we drudge through the horrible thing that is school. Not that school's that terrible, but still. I'm missing sleep, and eating so much less (it's downright unhealthy, I don't have time for breakfast or lunch anymore) and it's having icky effects. 1) Perpetually bloodshot/bleary eyes, which is quite a shame, becauseI positively love my eyes, 2) I'm losing more hair in the shower! That makes me quite sad, and 3) I'm sleep deprived enough to bite people. Consider them "love bites". Really.

Kehehe. Anyways, teachers are being absolute Nazis. Honestly; for journalism alone, I have an article to write (three drafts in a week, and don't forget the interview and research!), an editorial on current events, and a review, all due next week! Oh the joy. And my 20 page critical research paper for AP American Lit! Whoohoo! Actually, in a dorky kind of way, I'm excited because I loved The Turn of the Screw and am looking forward to writing a long paper on sexual repression and how it can make you see ghosts. Really.

Thank you to my wonderful reviewers, and have a lovely year! I'll try to update when I can (I promise! Oh guess what?! I'm getting my class ring next month! It's really really lovely. White gold with a pink stone- oooh!). Ahem. Back to thanking my reviewers.

Many smothering hugs and kisses to: hawkeyessabre, Rebekahek623, cherryblossom08, BrownPryde, Ms. Realista, Annmarie Aspasia, Chantal J, sunni07, Shinegami's Little Sis, and Alexandrea!

elvengirl9- Ah thank you so much for reviewing! Well, we'll see how Ginny handles this, eh? She's a smart girl, she'll figure out a way to answer Harry that won't make her look like a complete idiot. Really. Now you'll just have to read on to see just how sarcastic I was being.

JamieBell- (gasps at your long review) Thaaanks! I'm so happy that my work makes you laugh- anything to make my reviewers happy! That's so hilarious that Ginny's embarrassing moments remind you of your own. Of course though, who among us hasn't stared in awe at a gorgeous boy without listening to a thing he's saying? Ahem. Yeah... (relives some moments of her own)

Tru Lys- Thank you for all your support! Oh yes, I am stressing, but I'll live. Anyways, glad you like my portrayal of Ginny! Think of it as... a fond memory of myself a few years back. (Was I the girl who ran around with a pencil, threatening to stab any boy who dared mess with me? You betcha! Gotta love middle school... honestly)

Kingmaker- Haha, thanks for you review. I'm really glad you like my portrayal of Ginny and the women's lib references. Of course, of course. And Ginny's violent streak (sigh), what can I say? I was once quite the violent one myself. Ask any boy I went to school with. Ever.

Okay folks, now if you remember, in the last chapter, Harry asked Ginny who she thought he would go well with... and now we have our beloved Ginny's answer! Read, enjoy, and please do review!

"I think," Ginny managed to squeak out, painfully aware that she was turning very, very red, "That... you'd go well with..."

She stalled, wildly glancing around the unfortunately rather empty room for something to distract Harry. "Oh look!" she pointed excitedly at the first thing she saw, which unfortunately, was a rather unexciting piece of fuzz that her sweater had shed onto the desk. "Isn't that amazing?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "What tells me you're avoiding my question altogether?"

Fine, so I admit, that was a pathetic attempt.

"Nothing!" she chirpily responded, flashing him a wide, fake smile. "I just find sweater fuzz particularly intriguing!"

...And if possible, that was even worse than just telling the truth.

Ginny groaned, spontaneously banging her forehead against the desk.

Why am I so strange?

Watching her, Harry burst into chuckles. "Sweater fuzz?" he asked in disbelief, shaking his head. "That's the best you could do; sweater fuzz?!"

She slowly raised her head from the table, biting her lower lip as she met his eyes, which were, unsurprisingly, sparkling with amusement.

"Well," he met her gaze expectantly. "Who do you think I'd go well with?"

She shrugged, averting her eyes quickly.

Wonderful, Ginny. Now you look even more suspicious.

Finally, desperate to respond with anything, just anything that was at least a bit plausible, Ginny steeled herself, stubbornly met an unsuspecting Harry Potter's gaze, and curtly snapped, "I really don't care to even give that much thought, Harry. I never thought you'd be the kind of person to actually buy into that romance nonsense."

As soon as it left her lips, she regretted being so, well, harsh.

Harry stared back at her with wide, hurt eyes.

Gorgeously green eyes. Big... pretty... sparkling...

...But you idiot! They're sad, confused eyes!

She bit her lip, looking down guiltily. That little nagging thing that was her conscience was really working overtime at the moment.

How could you? Look, you made the poor boy cry!

She whipped her head up wildly to look at him.

In actuality, Harry's eyes were most certainly dry at the moment.

No, you lying conniving little inner voice! The boy's merely confused!

And confused he was.

One moment, Ginny had been joking around lightly with him (or so he thought), and then she had suddenly gotten very quiet, and now she was out to kill him apparently.

And the frightening thing was that he didn't doubt her violent capabilities at all.

But right now, with her head bowed, chewing at her lower lip ashamedly, she didn't look particularly dangerous.

In fact- Harry had to fight the silly grin that was threatening to spread across his face as he watched her fret- she looked downright adorable.

Ginny finally hesitantly met his gaze, completely unaware of the fact that he most certainly was not angry or hurt by her outburst, and said, with so much sincerity that it startled him, "I'm really sorry!"

She looked up at him imploringly, her eyes losing the evil glint that they possessed when she talked about Ron and widening innocently into her well perfected puppy dog stare.

For extra effect, she pouted, jutting out her lower lip as she gazed up at him, pressing, "You'll forgive me, won't you?"

Harry gaped.

Lord, but this girl was unpredictable.

And as he continued to watch her as she sweetly wheedled him into accepting her apology, he couldn't help but admit that her spontaneity was one of his favorite things about her.

"Of course," Harry quickly assured her, nodding. "Of course I forgive you. I really wasn't insulted anyway."

Her expression of glee at his pardon quickly fell at his last comment. "Shame," she sighed with a rather childish pout, "I always was rather proud of my scathingly witty insults."

"Oh don't worry," he comforted her jokingly as he leaned across the table to affectionately ruffle her hair. "I happen to think that you come up with scathingly witty deaths for people."

Trying to maintain her pout, Ginny soon surrendered to giggling madly. "You really think so?" she asked brightly, grinning widely. "Why Harry, I'm flattered!"

"Oh yes," he replied, leaning across the table to grab a quill and some parchment from the stack of school materials before Ginny. To pass the time (and appease Ginny), he nonchalantly proposed, "How about we collaborate and write up different versions of Ron's grisly death?"

She clapped her hands together excitedly, her loud squeal of delight making her sound (and look) like a very young child. Jumping up from her seat, she climbed over across the table, happily seating herself in front of Harry. "Oh I know!" she clapped her hands together again, pointing at the piece of parchment as she indicated for him to write. "How about we create an army of charmed kitchen utensils that can both move and spear Ron to death?!"

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him eagerly with that adorable innocent expression.

Too innocent.

My god, Harry thought in horror, I've created a monster.

He obediently wrote down her suggestion, looking up to notice as she squealed in joy, tracing the words with her finger.

"And," he suggested, trying to add to the list, "We could push him off his broomstick."

She blinked at him, tilting her head as she sighed pityingly. "Harry," she remarked, "You need to be more creative than that."

He bowed his head in mock shame. "Oh Ginny, I'm sorry," he replied sarcastically, "I don't think I can ever be as sadistic as you."

"Oh well," she giggled, waving it off, "What can I say? It's a gift."

They continued for some time, Harry keeping his comments to himself as Ginny rambled on, her "punishments" for Ron becoming more bizarre (and violent) by the moment.

Two hours and 186 painful deaths later, Harry set down his quill to listen to Ginny as she explained the plan in vivid detail.

"I like hippogriffs!" she randomly burst out with, but quickly continued before Harry could raise a skeptical eyebrow. "How about we gather a herd of hippogriffs and we starve them for a week, and then we coat Ron in barbeque sauce one day and we SHOVE him into a corral with all those hippogriffs and let them at him!"

"Erm..." Harry responded, blinking up at her. "I miss Buckbeak too?"

"Exactly!" she beamed at him delightedly. "You understand exactly how I feel!"

Harry blinked again. "Right," he replied rather unconvincingly. "Right."

They sat in silence for several moments, Harry slightly disturbed while Ginny stared off, contemplating.

Probably about Ron's mutilated corpse, Harry thought.

"Harry, love," she suddenly burst out with, startling him slightly with her wide grin, her warm eyes flickering merrily.

He regarded her warily.

She bit her lip in a grin as she widened her eyes slightly.

That innocent expression.

"You'll help me kill Ron, won't you?"

She makes it sound like she just asked me to bake cookies with her mother.

Slightly disconcerted, Harry stared at her, flustered.

If I say yes, she'll run out and grab the butcher knife and give it to me, expecting me to stab Ron. If I say no, she'll run out and grab the butcher knife and stab me.

The Boy Who Lived was in quite the quandary.

And so he did the only thing he could think of.

Giving off a slightly strangled yelp, Harry Potter sacrificed his dignity as he darted over to the door and began pounding madly at it, bellowing, "LET ME OUT BEFORE SHE KILLS ME!"

Ginny gawked with a bewildered expression.

Well, she huffed, quite offended. That was certainly uncalled for.

Five seconds later, as Harry continued to pound on the door frantically, the sound of footsteps was heard coming down the hall. With a click, the door unlocked and quickly opened to reveal a befuddled Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry, dear," she addressed him, glancing around the room in confusion, "And Ginny? What have you been doing up here for the past several hours?"

At this she gave Ginny a pointed look.

Ginny stared, cheeks turning red.

The implications!

"We weren't doing anything, Mum," she quickly assured her mother, willing herself not to turn any redder. "It was Ron. He locked us up here after lunch."

Harry nodded in confirmation.

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips together, murmured a sympathetic "poor dears", and stepped out of the room to shout quite menacingly, "RONALD WEASLEY, YOU COME HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

Harry balked slightly as he watched the suddenly intimidating figure of Mrs. Weasley stand, hands on her hips as she glared fiercely at no one in particular.

So that's where Ginny gets it from.

A moment later, Ron hesitantly approached the room, cringing when he saw his irate mother. "Hi... Mum," he smiled weakly. "Hi Harry. Hi Ginny. Is anything wrong?"

He was met by three pairs of eyes glaring him down.

He swallowed nervously, flickered a small smile guiltily and...

... Bolted down the hallway as fast as he could!

Mrs. Weasley tsk-ed and walked out of the room, a frown on her face as she continued to bellow menacingly after her son.

Ginny turned to Harry, a mischievous grin lighting up her eyes. "Say, Harry," she smirked. "Do you think we ought to err... thank Ron for locking us in here?"

Despite his better judgment, Harry soon found himself grinning back, drawn into Ginny's homicidal motives towards her beloved older brother. Dangerous yes, but infinitely fascinating. Kind of like one of those insects that flew eagerly towards the bright light, only to be zapped to death a moment later. "You know, Ginny," he replied, "I think our little list might just come in handy right now.

Okay, and now I have a story because writing about violent girls reminds me of my middle school days. Anyway, back when I was in middle school (actually, elementary school too) I was a complete nutcase. I looked like the shy little girl, but I had this terribly defensive attitude and would threaten to stab boys who irked me. I distinctly remember days when I would chase them around the playground, pen in hand as I stabbed out at them... and they would scream bloody murder. Ah, childhood.

Anyways, I was quite the terror. I knew this one boy, who I would constantly try to stab (because he was irritating and honestly always tried to tease me) and so as revenge, I would regularly call his house when I knew he wasn't home and would ask his mother in a sugary sweet voice if "darling (insert boy's name here) was home?" Because of course, I knew that his mom teased him incessantly about that kind of thing. Evil? Of course! Hahah... anyways, we would constantly be bickering (lightly of course, because in some twisted way we were actually quite close friends) during class, and one day, while we were jokingly kicking and slapping at each other, our classmates accused having been flirting for the past two years.

And we were of course, terribly horrified, blushed, denied it all fervently, and almost died of humiliation. And that is my embarrassing story for the day. Love you!