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Author's Note: To begin, thanks to everyone who reviewed! Hope to see more in the future… ;-). So in this chapter you're going to see a segue start to happen to Ginny-Harry. It won't be immediate, but it's coming, I promise! Keep reading and reviewing!

Review Responses:

WickedHarryPotterFan – The whole plot whole thing was that when I was reading it, I had a bit of trouble following the plot from chapter to chapter, but all in all I still liked it. Thanks for reviewing mine!

Nessie8 – Ah! Actually, I recently pulled Twist of Fate to do a massive rewrite/edit, which is why you couldn't find it! But I'm glad you were interested! I agree with you in most respects that Harry wouldn't take it all that well to find out his best friend's sister was dating Draco Malfoy, but if he really seemed to have good enough intentions I can buy Harry grudgingly believing it. So… willing suspension of disbelief, I guess. Haha. Also Harry has to not hate her in order for something between him and Ginny to develop later… which is coming, I promise!

Carmel March – Wow! I made your favorites, how exciting! Yep, Draco blew his good guy cover. Which is too bad, I was starting to like him… haha, but he's not done in this story just yet ;-). But Ginny's got good things coming to her in the near future!

Zeldagrl436 – Oh I know! I have to confess to actually liking Draco, but he has to be mean and horrible now.

Having gotten in late the night before and fallen asleep even later, I didn't wake up the morning after the whole club thing until about quarter to eleven, at which point there were four notes slid beneath my door. Getting out of bed, I collected the clothes I'd thrown carelessly on the floor the night before, folding the shirt, hanging the skirt, and returning my shoes to their box. Hermione must have come in even later than I did and gotten up earlier, because her bed was made, her clothes neatly stacked on top of her trunk, and the shoes placed beside it. I smoothed out the covers on my bed, and then finally grabbed the bits of parchment that adorned the floor in front of my door.

Ginny – What happened? You took off so fast and came up and slammed your door! We came after you shortly after, but you were already asleep by then I guess. We're eating breakfast (ten o'clock) and then Harry and Ron are going with the twins to the shop today. Percy and Penelope are here, by the way. See you later. – Mione

Suddenly memories of Draco and Katie, The Diamond Lounge, and my tearing out of the club like a mad woman flooded my brain. 'I'll explain all that later,' I thought to myself, before moving on to the next note. Given that it had a spot of pancake syrup on it, I assumed this one was Ron's.

Oy, Ginny! It's nearly ten thirty and you haven't woken up yet. What exactly happened last night anyway? By the way, Percy is pulling this pretentious act about how he's been home for nearly eighteen hours or something and you haven't seen him yet. And beware, he got promoted… and I think he and Penelope are engaged, but he hasn't said anything yet.

"I don't especially care about seeing Percy!" My perfect brother wasn't high on my list of people I really wanted to be around at the moment. Under normal circumstances he'd be sanctimonious, but if he'd gotten promoted and engaged, I had much better things to do with my time then listen to his stories.

Gin, are you alright? You looked really upset over something yesterday, and while you're not an early riser, you usually don't sleep this late. Let me know. – Harry.

Harry's concern made me smile, and I was also glad to hear nothing about my relatives in this note.

Ginny dearest, you'll have to come eat soon before there's nothing left! And that was Mum. Completely typical. I threw on a Weasley sweater over my white t-shirt and blue sweatpants and put stuffed my feet in a pair of pink fuzzy slippers before going downstairs.

"Ginny!" Chorused Fred, George, Ron, and Percy. I really hated my brothers sometimes. Hermione laughed before inviting me to sit.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," added Harry. I mumbled a hello to everybody before grabbing a warm blueberry muffin and a glass of orange juice.

"What kept you asleep so long?" Remarked Percy inquisitively.

"Late night. We didn't get in until… when, about midnight?" I asked, trying to send Hermione, Ron, and Harry subtle signals to not ask me what had happened just yet.

"About then. Ginny wasn't feeling well, so we left her to herself while we played a few games of Exploding Snap down here. When I went back upstairs it was about 1:30 and I think she'd just fallen asleep," explained Hermione. I guess it comes from years knowing the twins and being best friends with the gruesome twosome (as I sometimes like to call Harry and Ron), but Hermione is brilliant with quick excuses.

"That's too bad. But you really should be getting more sleep. You know, at fifteen…" Percy launched into one of his fabulously boring lectures, thereby promptly inviting the rest of us to finish our breakfasts in silence and begin taking dishes to the kitchen for washing. By the time a scrub brush was busy on the pans and a towel was flying around drying off the plates and stacking them, Percy was only just winding down.

"You know, Percy, I think I'm er… going to take a nap. All that sleep stuff you're talking about makes quite a bit of sense to me." I excused myself rather quickly, heading back up to my room. I hadn't thought about this the night before, so I needed to clear my head now. This venture, however, was interrupted as a jet-black owl swooped in through my window, dropping a letter bearing a green and silver crest. I felt sick to my stomach as I read my name on the front, written in Draco's tight, careful handwriting in green ink. Hands shaking slightly, I pried open the envelope.

Ginny –

Listen, I really am sorry about the incident at the club. Just, the thing's that well, clearly what had happened indicated prior problems in our relationship, and while I didn't choose quite the best way to do it, ending it was for the best. Happy hols.

Here's looking at you, kid.

"What the bloody hell is… how dare you… SCREW YOU MALFOY!" I immediately tore the thing in half. I realized my outburst would attract some attention, but I didn't really care. He just took the whole thing like our relationship was some dumb little tryst, something that hadn't really mattered. And you know what? Maybe we hadn't had Romeo and bloody Juliet, but we did not have something that goddamn flippant! And that line… the ending one.

Back when Dad was in his "bring home muggle objects and take them apart," phase, he'd brought home this thing called a television, and the entire family had watched this movie called "Casablanca." I was younger, at the time, and largely bored by it – but the one line at the end, where that one guy says "Here's looking at you, kid," stuck with me. Granted, it was mostly because my entire family then decided to make it their theme phrase for me for about two years afterward. So for Draco, who, I don't even know how, might I add, somehow found out about this to throw it in my face… well it shows his true colors, doesn't it?

At about the moment I was pacing back and forth about my room, Hermione came in through the door to witness my odd behavior.

"Stressed out much?"

"You could say that." I didn't think I wanted to explain everything to her just yet. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, Percy and the twins seem intent on a snowball fight," replied Hermione, a smile playing on her lips. "You interested?"

"Sounds great," I responded wryly. She exited soon after, and I changed quickly into jeans, a turtleneck, and thick socks. Giving it an extra moments' thought, I pulled on a pair of waterproof pants over my jeans before heading downstairs for my coat, gloves, boots, hat, and scarf. A snowball fight, I decided, would be good. I could play nicely with everybody while they were watching me, and then hurl snowballs filled with rocks at a tree, which I would pretend was Draco, until my arms fell off!