Author Note: Hey, everyone! Firstly, I would like say MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I sure am having a wonderful Christmas. I was going to post this chapter last night as a Christmas present, but I didn't have the time what with my parents dragging me to the church and helping my mum to sneak 'Santa's' present at midnight for my lil sister – I am not complaining about this one though (I got the cookies!). Anyway, I really want to thank all you wonderful reviewers out there. I'm really glad that you guys like the story. I was actually surprised when I checked my e-mail a day after I uploaded last chapter and found that I've got 38 reviews!! Gawd! I wasn't expecting that much for my first fic. Anyway, things didn't go as I planned. I thought I like the original version of this chapter but after I proofread it, I decided that I didn't like it and wrote a whole new and revised version. It wasn't easy. Sorry to disappoint you guys because I took a long time to re-write this chapter. I hope all this is going to be paid off. Hope you like it!

By the way, have you heard the good news? Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince will be published on July 16th 2005!! Isn't that wonderful?

Disclaimer: Ho ho ho, I am NO JK Rowling. She's all good and a very talented writer. I, on the other hand, have no intention of making profit out of this since I am fully aware that my writing is crap (I only get Bs in English…).

Weeks had passed ever since that last time I spoke to Harry. After that Hogsmeade weekend, no words had been exchanged between us; unless you would like to count arguments that arose during Quidditch practices as proper exchanging-words process. I personally think that our friendship had officially ended and hell didn't care about it.

Between the tight schedules of homework, Quidditch practice and DADA club – formerly known as Dumbledore's Army; Harry was still the appointed leader with Professor Lupin (re-instated as DADA teacher) as the co-ordinator – I found that it was once again December. Prefects and teachers could be seen busying themselves with yuletide business.

It was another Sunday morning. I woke up with a particularly painful headache for the third morning in a row. It was that dream again: the one with cloaked Dementors-morphed-into-Death Eaters figures around, only it was worse, a hundred times worse than any of my previous ones.

I was walking in an empty corridor. I could hear faint noise of swishing robes approaching; I automatically drew my wand at the ready. The images become rather blurry after that, and the next thing I knew, I was circled by black-hooded figures. They were all raising their wands which were pointed at me. I gulped uneasily, feeling my stomach being twisted and tied into knots. Suddenly one of them glided towards me. He gripped his wand even tighter and I could hear noises coming from inside his hood that sounded exactly like a snake hiss.

"Ginny!" came a very familiar voice from somewhere behind me. I turned around in a hope to find someone I recognised, at least to give me some strength; but there was no one. Suddenly, the black-hooded figures slumped slowly yet surely to the floor. I gathered up my courage to approach the figure that was the closest to me. I uncloaked the face. I gasped. It was Harry. Dead.

I was finding it hard to breathe. Amid the confusion that I was experiencing, I rushed to uncloak more figures. It was Mum. Also dead. Dad. Dead. Bill. Dead. Ron. Dead. The twins. Dead.

Beep…beep…beep…

My alarm clock had just gone off, jolted me back to reality. I suddenly realised that my face was drenched in cold sweat and rubbed it with my blanket. I must have drifted off to sleep again.

I glanced at the window, it seemed that the weather hadn't improved much – patchy grey clouds were still seen covering most of the morning sky. The clouds were incredibly thick, the sunlight was subliminal.

I found that my dorm was already empty; all its occupants had left for breakfast, except me, wondering why Erika didn't wake me up. I got out of bed and dressed very slowly, as if by doing so I would diminish the pain in my head. I didn't feel hungry, so I took out all the things I need to complete the towering height of homework that was due on the following day and headed down to the Common Room.

I was about to sit down on my favourite old armchair by the fire, only to find out that it had been occupied by none other than the Boy-Who-Lived (translation: the Boy-Who-Lived-Not-For-Much-Longer-for-messing-around-with-me-since-I-would-personally-see-to-his-murder), a.k.a. Harry Potter himself. I automatically spun around, decided that the library was a much more desirable option that day.

"Where do you think you're going?" he frowned. He got up, quickly grabbing my arm before I could run away and gently seated me on the spot where he had been sitting previously. My heart started beating wildly. "Please stop avoiding me…"

"What do you think you're doing? And who said that I'm avoiding you?" I sarcastically replied, trying to calm the uncontrollable beat in my chest.

He smiled slyly, still gripping my arms. Here we go again…

I rolled my eyes at him. Struggling to free myself from him, I firmly said, "I need to go to the library and do my homework – emphasis on 'need' and 'do my homework'".

"Relax," he calmly said. I could tell that he had spared a lot of time practising not to get short-tempered with me. "You've got all day to finish them all."

"Yeah, right!" I snorted, "You're the one to talk. I'd like to see you finishing all your homework in one day," I added sarcastically.

I stood up from the chair, mentally telling myself that studying in one of the cold alcoves in the library is way more desirable at that moment without Harry in the picture.

This time he didn't try to stop me; I was surprised by the fact that he would back down that easily. But then I realised how quick I was to draw a conclusion when I saw him trailing me from the corner of my eye, although he knew only too well to keep a fair distance behind.

I tried to quicken my pace, hoping that he would soon tire and leave me alone. But since he has got himself some height over the summer – he's about half-a-foot taller than me; I've always been petite – it was easy for him to catch up with me. He waited until we reached a considerably quiet corridor and slid his arm into mine. I was surprised. In any other circumstances, I would be very thrilled and delighted, but remembering that I was still supposed to be angry with him, I didn't think it was a cause for celebration.

"What do you think you're doing!" I huffed angrily-but-only-faking-it; I knew best not to let his arm left mine – in any circumstances, this was still a rare occasion.

He flashed his rare smile at me. I frowned at him: I didn't see anything entertaining. By the way, I had to admit that I once complained to WitchTeen Weekly due to the fact that he wasn't listed as the 10 Hottest English Wizards of the Year. I cancelled my subscription soon after I found out that my complaint was not handled seriously. But that was way ages ago; back to the time when I was still smitten by him. Considering the current circumstances, that kind of feeling had evaporated sometimes during last month.

"You know what, some people think that being dragged around by arm is like treating them as a five-year-old," I scoffed.

"If you say so," he said vaguely, letting go my arm. I felt a tinge of disappointment on my bone that was closely followed by a swooping feeling in my stomach. He wrapped one arm around my waist; I gasped.

I knew I should be angry at him, but no girls in their right mind would resist being held by Harry Potter. Unfortunately, after precisely 3 seconds – I was timing it – I couldn't take it anymore; I had to fight the uncomfortable heat that was creeping up my face, unless I wanted to look like a freshly-steamed freckly lobster.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I struggled to break free, "Keep your one foot perimeter around me!" I warned him.

He threw his hand up, "Fine, fine!" He then added hastily, "Just as long as you promised that you would listen to me."

I stopped walking and spun around to face him.

"Why would I want to listen to people who rudely snog other people without asking for permission, -" I hissed and held out one finger, "- without explanation, -", I held out two fingers, "- and -", poking him on the shoulder forcefully, "- taking another girl on a date!" I shoved him away.

His smile quickly transformed into a look of pure anguish, "That is exactly what we need to talk about!"

"I don't think there's anything to talk about," I walked away from him, cursing at him. "Don't give me that we-need-to-talk bullshit! 'Cause after exactly one day I heard it last time, you already had your tongue down my throat! It was -"

"THAT is everything that we have to talk about!" he retorted angrily over my trail of verbal curses.

I ignored him, "- didn't know why I did that. I'm extremely disappointed in myself. So please, leave me alone because I really need a space for my own!" I yelled at him back.

A group of nosy-looking second year passed by, whispering - obviously were discussing the very scene that was happening before their eyes.

I give them a reproachful look and roared, "Bugger off!" They scurried away.

I turned to face Harry once more, preparing to do a lot more yelling at him. His face was red from the fury and anger that were bolted up inside. He took out his wand from his pocket and took his aim at me, "Silencio!"

I was too taken aback by his approach so that I forgot to dodge and the charm hit me. I screamed; but of course, no sound came out. Before I could resist, he dragged me into an empty Transfiguration classroom nearby and slammed the door close. I was alarmed at his behaviour. Oh my God! He's not going to seduce me, is he?

He narrowed his eyes threateningly, "Now you've got to listen if you don't want me to put a full Body Binding Curse on you!" The side of his mouth was twitching.

Nah… I am not that lucky.

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the cold wall. He was about to walk closer to me but then hesitated, possibly remembering my threat earlier. He compromised by placing a chair in front of me and took a seat.

He took a deep breath. "First, I have to confess that I was looking for excuses to shove my tongue down your throat," he stated blatantly.

I took out my wand threateningly, mentally preparing my trusted weapon: the Bat Bogey Hex.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled out, causing my wand to fly out of my hand. He caught it mid-air and pocketed it.

"Please…" he begged, "This won't take long and I promise that you can hex me as soon as I finish with this."

I sighed, forcing myself to hear him out.

"You know what I said the other day?" he slowly said.

Hmm… I can feel another déjà vu coming.

I ignored the sick, twisted feeling in my stomach upon hearing those words. I motioned to him to let me speak. He looked unsure at first, but then muttered the counter-curse anyway.

"Look. If you wanted to say about the same old stuff, that you're sorry about – well – that, I understand," I said.

He opened his mouth, "But -" I held up one hand, motioning him to listen.

I forced myself to smile, "You're with Parvati now, right?"

He gaped, "No! I'm not – we're not – what makes you think so?"

I shrugged, "Isn't it a bit obvious? You were with her at Hogsmeade. So how was it?" I tried to look very interested.

"Wha - ? No, no, Ginny! You misunderstood what happened. Ron and Hermione were in Madam's Puddifoot – dunno what made them considered going into that – that place," he muttered for the lack of a better word.

"Huh?!?" I was terribly confused.

His uncertainty was quickly replaced by the look of amusement, "Anyway, I met Parvati on the way and she was telling me that she's struggling with DADA. She was begging me to tutor her."

I snorted, "Yeah, right!"

He chuckled, "So you're thinking that I was on a date with Parvati?"

"Well, yeah!" I stomped my foot. "Shouldn't you be?"

He was laughing his head off by then, "Goodness, no!" He paused to wipe the tears that were coming out of the corner of his eyes due to too much laughing.

"Really?" I asked, attempting to deflate the rising bubbles in my chest.

He pinched himself to stop laughing. I was forcing myself not to look hopeful – didn't know exactly why I should be hopeful anyway.

He smirked at me, "Are you jealous…?"

My face was burning, I attempted to sound normal, "Me? Jealous?" I let an unamused laugh, "You got to be kidding!"

"Are you sure…?" he taunted me.

I crossed my arm childishly and narrowed my eyes at him.

He grinned, "Now, now. Don't be upset! There's nothing wrong to be jealous – Ouch!" I smacked his arm.

"There! That should flatten your fat head," I exclaimed, walking towards the door. I tried to turned the handle, but couldn't. It was locked. I was about to grab my wand out of my pocket when I realise that Harry had still got my wand.

"Oi! Pass me my wand!" I called out to him. He was still seated on the chair, rubbing part of his arm where I smacked him. I frowned. It couldn't be hurting. I didn't even smack him that hard.

He was looking at me strangely and stopped rubbing his arm instantly; I immediately felt guilty. I walked briskly back to him.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, trying to sound really concerned.

He shook his head and smiled slightly.

I immediately felt relief and smiled back at him, "Now, give me back my wand."

A sly look shot across his face for a brief moment. Then he looked up to me innocently, "Tell me one good reason why I should."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Merlin! None of this!" I reached out to his robe but his hand caught mine in process.

"Give me a reason first…," he said.

I can't believe it! Everyone knows that a witch is useless without her wand. What do I need to give him a reason for? I raked my brain frantically, looking for excuses I could use.

"Well…," I started, "I need my wand!" I added after the look that I saw in his face, "Everyone does! I can't do wandless magic, you know!"

"True, true," he nodded. "But that is not good enough."

"What do you mean that it's not good enough?" I asked, getting a bit irritated. "I mean, I could tell McGonnagall right now that Harry Potter bullies the younger grade. I'm sure she'll tell you to give my wand back straight away!"

"Yes…, but not if I could prevent it." He smiled slyly, "I mean, how would you go and tell her about this if you couldn't even go outside this classroom."

I frowned, "Good point!"

I looked up to the ceiling and wondered, "Hmm… what could make you to change your mind…?"

"Oohh, I don't know…" he trailed off, looking very thoughtful. "Maybe it involves something which involves shoving somebody's tongue down somebody's throat…" he suggested vaguely.

My eyes widened in surprise and I felt something jolting up from my stomach, I didn't expect Harry – yes, the Harry Potter – to flirt with me.

I stared at him innocently, "Oh, that's easy! I can do that."

His eyes widened; he couldn't believe his luck. I grinned evilly.

I yelled out with all my might, "PEEVES! OH PEEEEEEEVVVVVVSSSSSIIEE!"

He grabbed my hand, trying to stop me from yelling any longer. His face looked very shocked, "What did you do that for!"

I tried to look very innocent, "You said that you want someone to shove their tongues down your throat!" I paused to see what effect that sentence had on him; he was flushed.

I continued in that same innocent tone, "Well, Peeves would be really really happy to volunteer!" I dropped my voice and tried to look very serious, "I heard that he swings that way!"

He sulked mockingly, "Well FYI, I don't 'swing that way'!" sticking two fingers out of each hand to emphasis his point.

"Really?" I said, still using the innocent tone. "WOW! That's a surprise!"

"Shush!" he put a finger on his lips, motioning me to shut my mouth. "I think I heard something.'

"So?" I asked, not seeing the big deal on that.

"We could get detention for sneaking into a classroom!" he frantically explained.

I panicked. I muttered curses under my breath, trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly, a wild idea popped into my head. A very wild idea. It surely would give us an excuse for sneaking into a classroom. I didn't know if it would get us out of detention but it was worth the try – really worth the try. But I definitely wouldn't try and execute this idea unless I couldn't find anything else.

I could now hear faint sound of brisk footsteps in the corridor coming. I quickly turned around to face Harry.

"Please say that you would forgive me for doing this!" I pleaded.

"What are you going to do?" he raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

The footsteps could now be heard even more clearly.

"Just say it!" I begged him.

The footsteps could not be heard anymore – whoever that was must have arrived at the door. My fear was confirmed, a loud click indicating that the door was opened was heard afterwards.

He looked back at me, "Oka -"

Before he could finish replying, I grabbed his neck and smacked my lips against his. The kiss started full with tension from the fear of getting scolded by a teacher, but he quickly relaxed and responded by kissing me back. I had to admit that I was actually enjoying that.

Unfortunately, someone had to intrude.

"Goodness me, Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley!" she shrieked. "What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing!" Her face was red from suppressed embarrassment; her lips were forming a very thin line.

"Sneaking in my classroom to do – to do goodness knows what!" she snorted with difficulty. "Five points from both of you!" she bellowed.

I looked down at my feet. I could see that from the corner from my eye that Harry was doing the same thing beside me. Strangely, her rage seemed to subside immediately once she saw the look in our faces. To tell the truth, I was expecting someone like Professor Snape to catch us. At least I wouldn't feel embarrassed in front of him.

She sighed deeply. "May I ask you why you thought you could simply burst into my classroom without permission?" she asked sternly.

I felt a burning sensation creeping up my neck; I swallowed.

"Well, Professor," I spoke up, "we – we usually use the – well – the broom cupboard, but -" I looked up only to see that she looked revolted.

She held her hand up, "Very well. Off you go, now!"

I raced outside, dragging Harry with me before he could say anything stupid.

We were barely out of the classroom when she called out, "Next time, you two, just stay inside the broom cupboard."

I exchanged glances with Harry. He was leading me by hand and blurted cheerfully, "Well, you heard what she said. Let's go and find a broom cupboard!"

I was shocked to say the very least.

"HARRY!!" I protested, "NO – WAIT – I DIDN'T MEAN -"

But he pretended not to hear and persistently dragged me by hand to find the nearest broom cupboard.

Oh, dear God! Please help me…, I begged despite the unexplainable jumpy feeling in my stomach. I had to say, I was looking forward to snog him senseless.

Author Note: LOL How was that!!! I hope you really liked it. Anyway, whatever you might think of this chapter, please review (PRETTY PLEASE…). I'll be very happy to read any suggestion, criticism or anything you'd like to say. By the way, this is NOT the end of the story! 'Til the next chapter!