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A/N: LOL, don't worry. I have no intention of ending the story here. I fully intend to finish it! Anywho, thanks for reviewing all of you who did.

I Love Him; I Love Him Not

Ginny was walking down the corridor on her way to Gryffindor tower when an arm came out of an unused classroom and pulled her in.

"Merlin!" She gasped when she had recovered her voice. Turning to see the owner of the arm quickly yanked her arm away. "Harry Potter! What in Merlin's name do you think you are trying to do?!"

"Gin, we have to talk."

"Well why didn't you just say so instead of nearly giving me a heart attack?!"

"Because, every time I try to talk to you, you run away."

Ginny didn't say anything, but she felt her anger slipping away and embarrassment taking its place.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened," he began, "I feel horrible about it. I thought you were over me, I mean, last year you were dating Michael . . . Will you please forgive me?"

Ginny sighed and looked into his apologetic eyes. With a sad smile she touched his cheek. "I can never stay mad at you Harry. I ran because I'm mad at myself for allowing myself to assume you were talking about me. I thought your feelings for Cho disappeared last year."

"I understand how you got confused. I mean, I thought they were gone too. But when I saw her at the beginning of the term, well, you know. . ."

Ginny realized she was still touching his cheek and quickly pulled it away. "Let's not talk about that Harry. I forgive you, but I may not be comfortable around you for a long time."

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you weren't still mad."

Ginny nodded and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Gin?" She turned to look at him. "That was a wicked disarming spell you used on Malfoy."

"Thanks Harry." She replied with a small smile, "See you at dinner."

"See you"

Ginny picked up the letter she had just written and skimmed it.

D

How are you? I'm good. I got my haircut a couple weeks ago. Everyone seems to really like it. Everyone but the bully, that is, but I don't care what he thinks. My crush talked to me today. He wanted to clear the air between us. I told him it was fine, but I won't be comfortable around him for a while. Truth be known, I was more embarrassed than I was angry when I realized he wasn't talking about me.

So what's going on with you? Is your father still pestering you? Have you kept your promise and left that girl alone? I wish my bully was like you. Than I wouldn't have to spend everyday wondering when I'm going to pay for my loss of control. Anyway, Happy Halloween!

V

After much debating Ginny had decided to leave out the part about setting her hair on fire. She didn't want to sound like too much of a klutz. Nodding her head in satisfaction she left the common room to send the letter.

It was Halloween and Draco was sitting at his desk during Charms trying to concentrate, but not succeeding.

He bent over and pulled the latest letter from V out of his backpack and proceeded to read it for the third time that morning. She seemed to be his only source of sanity in this world that had gone horribly awry. Glancing up from the letter, he saw that Flitwick was occupied trying to teach Potter how to properly perform the charm they were learning. Trust Potter to get it confused. Pulling out a sheet of paper, Draco decided to reply to V's letter.

V

I'm just fine except the part where I have my father practically breathing down my neck. I really need to find a way to get him off my back. I can't just tell him why because that won't be good enough. In fact, he'd probably kill me for my 'disloyalty.'

Anyway, I'm glad to know he apologized. I'm also glad to know it was more embarrassment than heartbreak. You won't mind if I allow myself to think it was because of me will you? Write back.

D

"Mr. Malfoy," he heard a small voice say.

"Yes Professor?" Draco asked looking up from his letter. Professor Flitwick was standing in front of him arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"Will you please answer the question, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Uh . . . I'm sorry Professor, what was the question?" Draco heard Potter and his friends snicker and fought the urge to hex them.

"I was asking you, Mr. Malfoy, if you would care to demonstrate the proper wrist motions for a growing charm."

"Yes Professor," Draco absent-mindedly flicked his wrist to the left and muttered a spell. Immediately the potted flower on his desk grew three inches.

"Very good Mr. Malfoy!" Flitwick clapped his hands, immediately forgetting Draco's lack of attention. Draco smirked and felt satisfied when he noticed Granger's had only grown two inches.

"Ginny!" Amber called when she saw her friend leaving Transfiguration. Ginny turned to see who was calling her name.

"Oh, hey Amber"

"Hey" she panted as she ran to catch up with Ginny. "So, how was transfiguration?"

"Okay, I guess. I accidentally turned my feather into a goose rather than a chick."

"Well, that's not so off. Remember how Hermione was saying Ron once turned a rat into a furry cup?"

"Ew!" Ginny squealed. "I did not want to remember that. Thank you Amber."

"No problem. Hey, isn't that your quill pal's owl?" she pointed to one of the large windows overlooking the courtyard. Ginny noticed a large black owl perched on the sill waiting for someone to open the window.

"Yeah, I think it is" Hurrying to the window Ginny pushed it open and the owl hopped in. "Hello," she said, "is that letter for me?" As if to answer her question, he held out his leg with the letter tied to it. Smiling, Ginny quickly untied the letter.

Draco was heading to defense against the dark arts when a scene caught his eye that made him stop. Down the corridor he saw the little weasel and one of her friends standing near an owl that was sitting on the windowsill with one leg outstretched. The owl was large and black and looked strangely like the school owl he used for quill pals. That's impossible, Draco said to himself, it must just be a similar owl. After all, they are quite a way down the hall. I don't know for sure that that's my owl. Maybe I should have a closer look though. Just in case. Giving himself a shake, Draco once more began to walk towards the two girls. He had barely begun to move, however, when the owl flew away and the little weasel closed the window. She looked up just as he reached them.

"Well if it isn't the littlest weasel and one of her little friends," he sneered, "You know corridor windows are not to be opened. I'm going to have to give you a detention for that."

"Is that so Malfoy?" Ginny said crossing her arms across her chest. "Well, it may be against the rules to have them open all the time, but I happen to know for a fact that we are allowed to open windows when receiving owl post."

Draco scowled. The little weasel had called his bluff. It would've been so easy to put her in detention if she were ignorant. Obviously she's been spending too much time with Granger. If Draco were to give her a detention she would simply go to McGonagall and get it overruled. That nosy old bat.

"You may have gotten out of detention," he hissed, "but there will be other opportunities, I'm sure."

"That's right Malfoy," she said; her voice equally low, "you just hide behind your shiny prefect badge. Because that's what cowards like you do. They hide. And we all know you're a coward. I've heard all about your time in the forest, but that's just one example. There have been countless times when you've shown that you're spineless. "

Draco clenched and unclenched his fists. He knew he could punish her for speaking to a prefect that way, but it would only prove her point. Draco had spent the last few months trying to live down the numerous times he had shown his cowardice. Her remarks put him in a no win situation and she knew it. Blast that little weasel! She's done it again! She's left me speechless! Throwing his hands in the air when he'd rather be punching Ginny, Draco stalked down the hall.

Ginny watched Draco's retreating back until he turned the corner. As soon as he was out of sight she turned back to her letter - which she had stuffed into her robe pocket - and tore it open. She let out a small giggle when she read the last line.

"What is it?" Amber asked.

"Nothing," Ginny replied moving to hide the letter in her bag.

"Uh-uh" Amber said snatching the letter from Ginny's hand, "you can't giggle like that and not tell me why." Ginny's arm shot out for her letter but Amber was too quick. Running down the hall, Amber hurried into the girls' toilet and locked herself in a stall.

"Amber!" Ginny whined. Pulling out her wand she pointed it at the door. "Alohomora" She heard the lock slide out of place and pulled the door open. She found Amber staring at the letter in her hands with a sappy smile on her face. Handing the letter back to Ginny she said, "That is so cute."

Ginny blushed as she fumbled with her bag; trying to put the letter inside.

"So?" Amber asked stepping out of the stall.

"So what?"

"So, is he right?"

"What are you talking about Amber?" Ginny asked as they walked down the stairs.

"Is he the reason Harry didn't break your heart?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Ginny stammered. She did not want to discuss her feelings about D right now.

"Oh my gosh!" Amber exclaimed, "You like him, don't you?"

Ginny merely lowered her head as her face glowed redder.

"Oh my gosh! Gin, that is so cute."

"No" Ginny muttered.

"No what?"

"It's not cute"

"Why not?" Amber looked sincerely puzzled.

"Because Amber! Think! I've never met this boy, all I know about him I learned from letters. For all I know he could be lying about everything!"

"Ginny"

"And if he's not, well, he even told me he's a bit of a bully! Not to mention the fact that we'll probably never meet because he's either in France or wherever Durmstrang is."

"Gin"

"And it's absolutely ridiculous for me to like him. I mean, we haven't sent that many letters! Not to mention he probably doesn't feel the same . . ."

"GINNY!" Amber finally yelled. "Breathe" Ginny sucked in a breath. "Okay," Amber continued, "let's think through this." She stopped in front of the fat lady. "Wheezing Wollums. Okay, your first concern: he's lying. Well, that's a very simple task of making a paper-truth potion like the one Snape taught us a week ago. We can simply pour a bit on each of your letters and any lies will turn red. Second concern: he's a bully. Well, obviously he doesn't bully you. You even said he passed up a chance for payback for you, so that's not a concern. Three: he's not from around here. That's yet another simple task of meeting somewhere. Four: he doesn't feel the same way. There's not much we can do about that, but you said yourself that you may never meet him so it's really not a big deal."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You may have a good point about that last one, Amber, but for the potion we need a hair or nail from the person who sent the letter. He may not bully me, but I don't want to be with someone who bullies others. And, I think he lives a little too far away for us to meet anywhere. The point is, Amber, that it's not going to work!"

"Fine!" Amber said holding up her hands and scooting down the couch, "I was just trying to help."

"What's going on here?" Ron asked as he and his friends sat across from them.

"Ginny likes her . . ." Amber was cut short by Ginny's hand being slapped over her mouth. Ron turned inquiring eyes on Ginny.

"Gin, what's she talking about?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it! Everything's fine. Come on Amber, we'd better get some of that homework done before dinner." Standing up, she guided Amber up the stairs with her hand still clamped over her mouth. The second Ginny had shut the door and removed her hand she lit into Amber.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?! You can't just go around telling everyone I like D! People will think I'm a bloody nutter for liking my quill pal. And you absolutely cannot tell Ron. You remember how he reacted when he found out I was dating Michael!"

"I'm sorry Gin, I wasn't thinking."

Ginny took a deep breath. "I know, I'm sorry. I just got so worked up about liking him. You're right, I shouldn't worry so much about it. Most of my arguments are invalid. In fact, I think I was just scared of going through another 'Harry episode.' But let's not tell anyone about my liking him besides Chloe, alright?"

"Deal, now can we please go to dinner?"

A/N: Sorry, I didn't mean to make it such a huge deal that she likes him. I honestly didn't mean to make Ginny such a worrywart, but now she has resolved all her worries and can go ahead and like him! :)