Disclaimer: None of this is mine, expect for some of the plot. All ofthe rest belongs to JKR, a witch in her own right.

A/N: I'm sorry that the chapters are so short, will try to make longer ones in the future. Some people have asked me whether this is what I actually believe will happen, and the answer is no. I just like the story idea. I no more believe that Ron and Hermione are going to die that I'm going to wake up one morning and find out that my hair turned blue overnight.

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I had the oddest mix of emotions. I kept thinking things like Ron's dead, and I'm kissing his best friend! and he is so sweet. I think I confused Harry, and when a tear rolled down my face, he flinched and pulled away.

"Harry, what's the matter?" I asked, trying to hide my concern.

"You're crying."

"So?"

"I haven't exactly had the best experience with girls who cry when I kiss them, have I?" It was a rhetorical question. After Cho dumped Michael Corner, she started going out with Malfoy. She wasn't about to become a Death Eater, though, in fact she was still a member of the DA, so when he told her if they continued to go out she would have to, she cursed him. He is never going to grow his right ear back. Of course, when they were still a couple, the two got into battles with Harry. Harry has a scar from where Malfoy and Cho cursed him, one time.
I hate him. Stupid Ferret-boy.

Anyway, Cho came back saying she'd seen the 'error of her ways' and of course Dumbledore made us let her rejoin because he believes in second chances. Sometimes I have to agree with Skeeter – he's a mad old bat.

"So I'll stop." I replied.

Harry smiled down at me. "Want to try again?" he asked.

"Not right now. I... I need to think." I told him. As I walked away, I turned, "Harry?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, Gin?"

"Thanks. Thanks... for everything."

He grinned, and for a moment I thought he was Ron, the way he was just beaming at me incessantly as if nothing else in the world mattered. Except with Harry it wasn't in a proud, brotherly way. With Harry, it was if I was the world. I felt the tips of my ears go red. "So, I guess my kissing isn't so bad after all, is it?"

"No, Harry." I replied, "its about a notch above perfect." I left him. I could feel him staring at me, and I grinned at the thought of him, Harry Potter, the Boy who lived, going out with a Weasley. The youngest Weasley. The press would have a field day. Not that there was much choice – I'm the only girl.

Seamus came over to me, stumbling a little because he was laughing so hard. "Well, who would have guessed it?" he gasped out. "Little Ginny, and Harry Potter. I can see it now, headlines in the all the newspapers, special broadcasts on all the radio stations. Celestina Warbeck, talking about how some young red-head bewitched her soul-mate."

I frowned. "Did you just say that Celestina Warbeck likes Harry? Does she really?"

"Nah," Seamus said, "But ever since he graduated you females have been watching him like hawks. He was telling me all about it before you came. I know that you at least have noticed that he's handsome. And that he's really sweet and witty, if your conversation proves anything..."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted hotly. "What do you mean, 'our conversation'? You were too far away to hear us! I - oh." Seamus held up a pair of Extendably Ears.

Count to ten. I told myself. Be a good girl and don't pick a fight. Listen to your pychologist for once in your life. One. Two. Three... "I'm going to kill Fred." I finally muttered.

"Actually, it was George." Seamus informed me, grinning from ear to ear.

I ground my teeth. George had no right to interfere wiht my life! He was as meddling as Ron was when I went out with Seamus at first... Four. Five. Six. Seven. It wasn't working. I told myself to realx, just to listen to the music. Then I was spun around and when I looked up, it was Harry. He began to dance with me, and gently guided me until I got used to the steps.

I looked over his shoulder. Seamus was smirking at me. I resolved to curse him as soon as the song was over, whether or not my pychologist would appreciate it.