Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and all that jazz

A/N: Wow, I am so sorry that I haven't gotten this out sooner. There are a whole myriad of reasons that I shall not bore you with, but suffice it to say that the posting of chapters god was set against me. This is really rather short, due to the fact that I have been rather uninspired of late, so any ideas you have for the next chapter would be appreciated. The more ideas and reviews I get, the faster I'll get chapter four up for you! Perhaps even within the week if all my reviewers are good to me! So review please!

Also, I know the acronym is a bit of a stretch, but go with me here, will you? They're really hard to come up with! (Props to my beta for coming up with it!)

And now without further adieu…

A Single Girls Woe

Who Asked You?

A Single Girls Woe

By Ginny Weasley—Witch Weekly Columnist

This is a bit of an unorthodox column for me, in that I don't usually answer letters. But I recently received some mail that was particularly disturbing, so I'd like to quash everything it said in a nationally distributed magazine. It read:

Dear Ginny,

It seems to me that you may have already found your man. The way you wrote that last column made me think you were having some doubts about one of your male friends feelings for you. Having been in that situation myself, take my advice. Go for it! Sometimes your best friend can turn out to be the ultimate lover!

-Hurting Until you Resolve Love

Well, HURL, I'll have you know that it is none of your business if I am dating one of my friends. Not that I am, and I would appreciate it if you would keep your abnormally nosey head out of my business! It is your kind of meddlers that drive single girls mad! So keep out of it!

Now, my fellow females in search of a little peace and quiet, I give you this piece of advice: Never tell your married best friend a thing, lest she turn it against you! It's better to invest in a friendly cat; at least they don't talk back!

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After half a day's deliberation, Harry Potter had come to the conclusion that Hermione was a cruel, sadistic person. How could she just leave him like this, all confuddled about a girl he had been unknowingly dating for two months? She was truly a wicked witch.

He had also realized that everything she had said was true. He was in love with Ginevra May Weasley, youngest of the Weasley seven. The real question was "Was Ginny aware they were dating?"

Harry groaned and smothered his face in his hands. When did life get so complicated? He looked at the clock on his wall just as a comical looking pirate popped out of it, screeching, "You're late! You're late! Get a move on you scurvy cur!"

Despite his tormented state, Harry laughed at the clock. Ginny had bought it for him for his birthday to go with the "By the seashore" look she had designed for his flat. She had ignored his protests about having a theme in his 'bachelor pad', if you will, and said that, "If I am going to be spending any length of time in your flat, I am ruddy well not going to sit on boxes and crates." And she truly did do a fabulous job. With Harry's financial backing, Ginny had made his plain flat unrecognizable. And true to her word, they spent many hours there, playing a game of chess or simply snuggling by the fireplace.

Harry snapped himself out of his reverie and cursed at his memories. How had he not realized this before? They snuggled for Merlin's sake!

'One thing was for sure, anyway,' Harry thought as he prepared to apparate to Ginny's flat. 'It was going to be an interesting night…'

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"Hermione!" Ginny's head wailed from its place in the fireplace. "How could you do this to me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Gin," Hermione replied calmly.

"You bloody well do know what I'm talking about! I'm dating Harry, and it's entirely your fault! And I don't need to know how great a shag my brother is, HURL!"

"Oh, it's my fault you've been dating Harry for two months, even though I just found out not twelve hours ago."

Ginny stammered for a moment, trying to come up with a witty retort. Unable to do so, she settled with, "Yes!"

"Gin? Is that you? I thought I heard your screeching…" Ron said as he came into the living room. He stared at her for a moment, taking in her disgruntled appearance. "Whassa matter with her?" he asked Hermione, eyeing his sister warily.

"She's upset with me because she thinks it's my fault she's dating someone."

"Urgh! You're not seriously seeing that bloke that was still attached to his mother by the umbilical cord, are you?"

"Gross, Ron! No!" was Ginny's outraged reply.

"Well then, who is it?"

"What do you care who I—"

"Harry," Hermione interrupted.

"Harry who? That guy from Mungos? I thought his name was Terri…"

"Honestly, Ron," his wife chastised him. "How thick can you get? Harry Potter. You're best friend."

Ron looked from Hermione to Ginny and back to Hermione. When he finally realized this wasn't some weird joke, he doubled over in a fit of laughter. "Alright Hermione, how long has it been going on?"

"Two months," Hermione sighed.

"Awesome! That's ten galleons you owe me, my dear." He pecked his wife on the forehead delightedly.

"Can we get back on topic here!" Ginny shouted. "I'm trying to yell at Hermione!"

"Oh, right. Sorry Gin," Ron apologized, and then hastily retreated to the kitchen.

"Get on with it then," Hermione said, exasperated.

"HOW COULD YOU—WHY DID -oh bugger…I don't have anything else to say…"

"In that case, you better get going!" Hermione smiled wickedly down at her. "Harry will be there any moment, and you're going to have a time getting all this ash out of your hair…"

With one last growl at Hermione, Ginny pulled her head out of the fire, preparing for what promised to be an interesting evening.

A/N: So here it is! I know it's short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. The next one will be the date, so let me know what you want to see happen, and I'll do my best to have the chapter up within a week! Review review review!