A.N: Tabytha: Got your email review!! Haven't got a clue as to why it won't let you review.. :( Hm. Harry's POV? It'd be hard to incorporate, because it's Gin's diary, but I'll see what I can do.

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Sorry for the delay, I've been busy finishing my maths assignment. BTW I went from like, 13 reviews a chapter to 6!!

Sunday afternoon, overcast, the library

Um, yeah. So the girls dragged me down to the library to ask me about my little conversation with Harry.

Since Hermione was there, I couldn't exactly say anything, now could I?

"Nothing happened."

"Pish posh. What happened? What did he want to talk to you about?" Lavender butted in. I rolled my eyes at her. She so shouldn't have been invited.

"We just talked."

"About WHAT? More about Cho?" Hermione pressed.

"Look, I'll tell you guys later." I shot significant looks at Madison, Sophia and Azriel, then got up and left.

"Maybe," I heard Parvati say, "It's that time of the month?"

Stupid Parvati.

Sunday Night, my dormitory

I am currently sitting on my four poster. We have just gotten back from Astronomy. Sophia is brushing her hair, Madison is in the bathroom, cleaning her teeth and Azriel is changing into her pyjamas.

Olivia is lying on her bed reading a book.

Nerd.

In Astronomy, we were supposed to be using our telescopes to map out some Jupiter – Mars movement thing. Well, Madison, genius that she is, decided, I'm going to watch everyone else in my telescope!

Idiot. She spun her telescope around, knocked over Olivia's (much to her annoyance) and caused a domino effect on all the telescopes, since they're so close together.

All the telescopes in the Astronomy tower are now in need of repair. Madison has detention for a week. Ouch.

Needless to say, Professor Sinistra is not pleased.

Monday Afternoon, lunchtime, the Great Hall

Today begins "Harry and Ginny's Plan to Get Together Hermione and Ron."

Unfortunately, Harry and Ginny don't know how.

"Ginny," Harry suggested. We had come early to lunch to discuss our little plan. "Maybe we could send them on blind dates?"

"Too obvious. And neither would go for it." Cleverly, I was not looking at Harry, in all his rumpled I-Just-Got-Off-the-Quidditch-Pitch-Well-Not-Really glory. Which explains why I wasn't stuttering and stumbling over my own words.

"We could accidentally 'loose' them in Hogsmeade."

"Possibly, hard to do though, Ron and Hermione know Hogsmeade like the back of their hands." Still not looking.

"Um..."

"We could just slap them together and say, look, you both like each other?"

"Or tell Ron that Hermione likes him so he'll finally ask her out."

"As if he would."

"I reckon. That was just the hopeful part of me speaking."

I laughed. "I'll give it some thought and get back to you." I told him, cause people started coming in at that moment.

Azriel, Madison and Soph are bugging me. They want me to tell them what Harry wanted to talk to me about. I realised that after I left they probably made some kind of pact with Hermione, Parvati and Lavender, to tell them what I said.

So, nope. Sorry. Not even my best friends can know.

Monday Evening, full moon, Gryffindor Tower

Tonight is a full moon. I wonder how Professor Lupin is doing?

Harry sent me a school owl (everyone knows Hedwig is Harry's, you see).

Ginny –

Maybe we can tell Ron that a girl really likes him and wants to meet him in the Three Broomsticks, and then have Hermione waiting there?

Ha! For the Boy-Who-Lived/Boy-of-my-Dreams... um, I mean, for the great Harry Potter, he sure doesn't have very good ideas.

Oh. My. God.

I've got it!!!

H –

I have the perfect plan. It is in fact, so fabulous, that I can't even put it down in writing for fear that it comes out wrong. Meet me tomorrow after dinner so we discuss it?

- G.

As I said to Harry, the plan is so fabulous it can't be put down in writing. So when I've explained it to him in words, I'll copy it down.

Tuesday Morning, sunny, Herbology

Okay so here I am in Herbology. Sprout just had to take Colin Creevey to the hospital wing because a Hufflepuff just tripped and spilled bubotubers all over him, causing his skin to erupt into boils. Gross.

Ran into Michael this morning at breakfast. Ugh.

"GINNY!" He practically flung himself at me, much to my disgust. Terry Boot made a pained face to Michael's right and mouthed 'sorry'.

Huh. Sorry indeed.

"Hello Michael." I extracted myself from his iron grasp. "How are you this morning?"

"Fantastic." He burbled. "What about you? Can I escort you to breakfast? How about we eat together? You can come to the Ravenclaw table!"

"No thanks," I said coolly, "I don't imagine I'd feel comfortable sitting amongst Ravenclaws, they all seem to hate me, no idea why." I explained, even though I knew perfectly well it was because I had allegedly broken Michael's heart. Actually, it's only the girls who hate me.

His face fell and practically hit the ground with a plop.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes. Very." And I walked off to breakfast. Michael (and Terry, who was obviously trying to keep him in check) followed me.

"Ginny," he said loudly. It looked a lot like he was trying to show everyone at the Gryffindor table how taken I was. Even though of course, I'm not at all. If the opportunity presents itself, I would ditch Michael for Harry in a heartbeat.

Did I say Harry? Oops. I meant someone better.

"What?" I was annoyed at this point. Michael turning stalker-esque? It wouldn't surprise me.

"How about we get together tonight at the library to do homework together?"

"No thankyou." I said politely. "I'm meeting someone."

He narrowed his eyes. "Someone?"

Doh! He would probably send someone to check up on me now.

"Yes, a Hufflepuff girl is interested in purchasing my first year books for her sister." I lied smoothly.

"It won't take all night."

"Then," I paused, "I'm... I'm..."

"Coming with me." Azriel interrupted from where she sat next to me.

"For what?"

God, Michael sure is pushy? Pushy, nosy and stalker-esque.

"Moral support." Azriel lied.

From across the table, Harry, who had overheard the whole fiasco, raised his eyebrows. I'm sure he figured out he was the one I was actually meeting.

"Why do you need moral support?" Michael pressed.

Azriel glared at him. "That's none of your business, thankyou very much."

Terry, looking extremely apologetic, grabbed Terry by the back of his sweater. "We'll be going now. Nice to catch up with you Gin, Azriel." And Terry whisked Michael away. Thank god.

After breakfast, out of hearing range from Harry, Azriel said, "you owe me."

"Of course. Azriel you're a saint. Anytime a boy stalks you, I assure you, I'll bail you out." I promised. "And the fact that you waited till Harry was gone... well, it just proves what a good friend you are."

Azriel rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously. Harry can't know of your dysfunctional relationship with Michael, can he? He has to think you're taken so he can pine for you and make his love grow stronger."

It's obvious what my friends want me to do, isn't it?

Go out with Harry. They think we're the love match of the century.

"So, who are you meeting after dinner then?"

"Nobody. I'm going to the library." And if by chance, Harry happens to be there, which he will be because I will owl him as soon as Herbology is over, then it is purely manners that will make us sit together. I thought at the time.

"And you couldn't go with Michael? And what if he goes to the library anyway?"

Damn Azriel and her logic. "Oh well, I'll be careful."

"Yeah, whatever."

Oh, here comes sprout. Gotta go.

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