August 15, 2:35 pm

I found you!! I fricking found you!!! After 8 days! What the hell, I gave up hope for ever finding you again, and I found you!

Oh my god. You know what happened?

You know that I stole Harry's clothes, and then I went down to play Quidditch, right? Okay. So I went outside at the exact time my brothers were taking a break. Lucky me! I didn't have to yell at them to come down.

I walked up to them, and said in a very sweet, innocent voice: "Hey everyone, can I play for a while?"

They all looked at me as if I sprouted fangs or something. Then Ron said, "Well, sure Ginny, but you don't have a broom."

I sighed in disgust at my no-brain brothers. "Isn't it obvious? I can borrow one of yours while you take a rest." Fred, George, and Ron were all shaking their heads, but Harry was holding out his broom for me.

"Here Ginny," he said, "you can have mine."

"Err...are you sure? I can simply blackmail Ron for his..." I muttered hastily.

"No, it's fine. I'm too tired anyway. I think I'll go take a shower." I refrained myself from laughing. He had no clothes! Hahahaha! Anywhoo.

"Oh...kay Harry. Thanks." I have him a small hug. Poor guy. He at least deserves a hug. And not to mention the closeness and warmness I feel whenever I hug him. Sigh

So Harry walked off toward our house, while I mounted the Firebolt. I can't believe my luck. Twice on the Firebolt in two days! Man, was I happy. I was so happy, I was laughing. At my luck, and at Harry. Like I said, revenge is my thing.

Oh wait. That makes me sound so mean and terrible. How about, "Harry is paying me back now!" Yeah, don't wanna make me sound all vain and self-conceived.

Whoo. Anywho. The Quidditch match. George and I were on a team, and Ron and Fred on the other. It was a fair match. And, the winner is...

Me!!!! George and I won. And if I write about how everything went, my hand will surely fall off. But: I was the chaser and the seeker, and I caught the Snitch!!! Yay! Well, all thanks to my practice during the previous year at Hogwarts.

When the marvelous match was finished, I ran to the backdoor and up the stairs. I grabbed a towel and ran back to the bathroom on the lower level. I wanted to be the first one there, or else, I'll never get in. Fred and George take hours, literally. And separately.

So I'm chanting, "Gotta get there first! Gotta get there first!" over and over again. And I get there—too late! Someone else in already in there. I welcomed my frustration mode into control:

I banged on the door loudly and yelled, "What the fuck!"

sigh What I wouldn't give to have a Time-traveler and go back in time to warn my pitiless self not to do that.

It was a disaster.

First, my hand hurt from banging on the door. So, I yell from the pain. The person inside was –who else—Harry. He yanks open the door and rushes outside. Turns out he didn't turn the water off, or have the decency to wrap a towel around himself. He was thinking I got attacked or something. I immediately fainted from the sight of the naked Harry.

Harry grabs me from falling just in time. And the stupid idiot who has to brain whatsoever just stood there, holding on to me. I slowly open my eyes to see a pair of bright green eyes stare back at me worriedly. Then suddenly, water comes flowing out of the bathroom with a strong force. It hit me off guard, so I fell back down. (Harry was swimming onto the bathroom to stop the tap.

Oh God! What more humiliation do I need? Spazzing out in front of a NAKED Harry twice in five minutes.

Anyways, I'm supposed to be unconscious. But I wasn't. Harry, here, thinks I drowned and became unconscious. So he...should I tell you? I guess.

He gently placed his lips on mine and did something to me. No, he wasn't kissing me, only our lips were clasped together and Harry was breathing really hard. I found out later that it's some muggle way of rescuing people. Mouth-to-mouth regurgitation, if I remember correctly. I think.

And Merlin, it was disgusting. Except for the part that Harry had his arms around me and was crushing his lips against mine.

After a couple minutes, I pretended to wake up. My eyes were probably as huge as Dobby's. Harry heaved a heavy sigh, and hugged me. And then, he looks at me face very closely and kisses me.

He really kissed me this time.

What is this world coming to? In three days, Harry and I hug three times, and kiss uh...2 ½ times. That's a major improvement seeing as how I got two hugs all last year, and zero kisses.

Pathetic about the hugs, I know.

But I wasn't thinking about that, then. (I wasn't thinking about anything actually. If I were, I would have screamed my head off that there's a naked Harry standing before me).

He was probing into my eyes intently and I was staring back at him—blankly.

Next thing I know, I'm in Harry's arms. He was carrying me somewhere. The frickin' loser, he was still naked. It was eerily lucky for us not to encounter any of my family in the halls. Unsurprisingly, he took me to my bedroom, and dropped me on my bed. Dropped me, literally. This shook me awake. Well, not really awake, but just knocked some sense into my brain. Which in turn was acting very nil, so no change of event there. God. I. Am. Stupid.

It was still very weird, though. Harry drops me onto my bed, and covers me with my thick comforter. Then, he takes my forgotten towel, which was still surprisingly dry, and wraps it around himself to conceive some of his nakedness. And he says to me:

"A promise is a promise, Ginny."

He turns around walks toward the exit. Just before leaving, however, he looks back at me and winks.

Which makes me blush and laugh hysterically. Don't ask why. That's a different story.

But seriously, what is up with him? Why is he scaring me like that?