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A/N: This was supposed to be the last chapter, but Ginny begged me to let her have some revenge on Hermione, so there will likely be one more chapter. This chapter isn't quite as funny as the last ones, but it's kind of there…I think…Let me know! Lots of reviews are appreciated. They seem to be dwindling in volume with each chapter. tear

And now, without further adieu…

A Single Girls Woe

Could It Be More Awkward?

A Single Girls Woe

Ginny Weasley—Witch Weekly Columnist

We have all had plenty of first kisses, lets admit that. But there's a difference between a first kiss, and a first kiss. The first kiss is more of a thankyou-for-buying-me-dinner-but-I-never-want-to-be-near-your-face-again. We've all had them. It's like buying a ticket to a Robbie Williams concert and having Michael Jackson show up instead. The first kiss, however…Whew. It leaves you breathless with anticipation for seconds, thirds, even eighths. It's like soaring through the air on your brand new broomstick, and you've just caught the snitch.

When you have a kiss like that, ladies, it's the real thing. That first kiss is the first kiss of the rest of your life. There's simply no need to look any further. You no longer need to suffer through those disgustingly awkward after date kisses. When you find someone that kisses you like you're the only girl in the world, hold on to him. It's likely that you'll never find a kiss that warms you up quite as nicely again.

So pay attention, ladies. If the real thing happens, don't second-guess yourself. If your lips are telling you to go for it, go! And be single no more!

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Ginny knew there was reason she didn't date, and this was it.

As soon as Harry arrived at her flat (quite unluckily, before she got the soot out of her hair) the awkwardness in the room was palpable. Harry gave her an "I'm-so-nervous-I'm-about-to-throw-up" kind of smile and held her in an awkward embrace. Then he sneezed from her gross ashy hair.

All in all, it wasn't very romantic. And she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as he led her out of the door for their first date. (Or eighth, depending on your perspective…)

'Or was it a date? I mean, maybe Harry isn't even aware we're dating…'

'Then why is he acting so strange?' Ginny countered the little voice in her head.

'Probably because you've been acting like a psycho all night!'

'Oh, right…'

Ginny argued with herself the whole walk to the theatre, looking for signs that it really was a date. Simply asking him was obviously out of the question. How very uncouth. And what if he said no? What if he was absolutely appalled at the idea of being on a date with her, and spat on her new dragon hide shoes before leaving her stranded in the middle of muggle London?

Okay, so maybe Harry wouldn't do that…but still…Ginny shuddered at the thought of Harry being so horrible to her.

"Are you cold, Gin?" Harry's voice started her back to reality.

"What? Er…um...yes," Ginny said, not caring to admit to Harry that she was shivering due to her vivid and quite off base imagination.

"Here," Harry draped his jacket over her shoulder, wrapping her in a cocoon of warmth that smelled distinctly Harry. "Better?"

Ginny nodded, not sure if she trusted herself to speak. If that wasn't a sign, what was?

'Maybe he was just being polite! You know how chivalrous he is. He's probably given his coat to loads of girls…'

'Oh, shut up you.'

Ginny snuggled more deeply into Harry's coat, breathing in a scent that was particularly his.

"Well, erm…here we are," Harry stated, stopping in front of the theatre. "I'll just go and get the tickets then, shall I?"

"Oh, no. You don't have to do that. I'll get my own."

Harry gave her a strange look and flashed that sickeningly nervous smile again. "But, Gin, I always buy our tickets. Is something wrong?"

"No," Ginny quickly replied. "You're right, go ahead."

'Chill out, spazoid!' Ginny chided herself.

Harry walked over to the ticket booth, running a nervous hand through his hair. What was going on with her? He understood why he was acting oddly (he wanted to ravish her…) but what was up with her? Does she…could she possibly…have realized they'd been dating? And she actually doesn't want to be with him, she's just too polite to cancel. That would explain the strange behavior.

'Or she's just reacting to you acting like a psycho…'

'Oh, right…'

He'd just have to look for signs, is all. So tickets and popcorn in hand (What's a movie without popcorn?), Harry collected Ginny and they made their way to the middle of the theatre.

As they sat down, Harry couldn't help but notice all the couples snuggle together throughout the theatre. The lights began to dim, and Harry felt as if a million chocolate frogs were dancing in his stomach. Should he put his arm around her? Was that too forward?

But Ginny answered his question for him, by shifting her weight as far away from Harry as possible without actually moving to another seat. This was not a positive sign…

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Ginny glanced over at Harry as the previews began to roll. When Harry had sat down, he was positioned as far away from her as humanly possible, much to her disappointment. But taking Harry's lead, she had leaned away from him also, so as not to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was. Why did Hermione do this to us! It was painfully clear that everything between them was ruined.

This assumption was proven further when Ginny reached over for some popcorn at the same time as Harry, his large calloused hand covering her smaller one. A shock ran through her at the contact, and both quickly pulled their hands away.

'See? He can't even touch me without being repulsed…'

'Or maybe he thinks you don't want him to touch you. Maybe you should make the first move…'

'What! Are you crazy? Remember subtlety? Subtlety is the key to any relationship! So leave me alone!'

Needless to say, the rest of the movie was miserable. Each time one touched the other, there were mumbled apologies and furious blushes. So distracted was Ginny she couldn't even remember what movie they were even watching. It was a relief when the credits finally started to roll, and they scurried out of the theatre immediately, not stopping until they arrived in front of Ginny's flat.

"I, er, had a good time tonight," Harry said, with an utter lack of conviction.

"Yeah, um…me too," Ginny fumbled with her keys, in a hurry to end this horrific night. What had she done to deserve this? Her mind was screaming at her to do something, to not leave their relationship in tatters. But what!

"You know what?" Ginny said, dropping her keys and looking Harry straight in the eye. "Screw subtlety!"

With that, Ginny wrapped her arms around a very shocked Harry's neck and pressed her mouth to his. At first he didn't respond, too shocked at what the vivacious redhead just did. But after a couple of seconds, Harry began to kiss her back, and it was more delicious than Ginny ever could have imagined.

But Harry wasn't one to abdicate control in a situation, and the same held true for their mind-bending kiss. He backed her up against the door, his mouth never leaving hers, and leaving nary an inch of space between their bodies. She supposed this was a new way to look at being stuck between a rock and a hard place…but she wasn't complaining as Harry deepened their kiss, drawing a throaty moan from Ginny.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, sharing kiss after coma inducing kiss, and she didn't come to her senses until she felt his hands under her shirt. Reluctantly, she pulled away, willing her wits back to her.

"Are we going to do it right here Harry? In the hallway? 'Cuz if we are, we should probably charge the neighbors for the show…"

Harry grinned sheepishly, and Ginny smiled back, suddenly shy. After a few moments silence, both started to speak at once.

"Does this mean—"

"So are we—"

"Yes," they said together.

They both simply beamed at each other for a minute before a tiny niggle popped into her head. How had Harry figured out they were dating? He was normally pretty thick about these things. Having learned her lesson about beating around the flitterbloom, Ginny decided just to ask him directly.

"Actually," he said, "I didn't realize it myself. Hermione twigged me onto it."

"Really," Ginny's eyes flashed in anger, reminding Harry forcefully how very much a Weasley she was. "It think Hermione's been meddling about in other's affairs. People's affairs that are none of her business!"

"But it turned out alright, right?" Harry said innocently. Ginny's furious gaze settled on him, then, so he bit back any other arguments that were about to make their appearance. "I mean, she was very wrong. You're absolutely right."

Ginny rolled her eyes, some of her anger ebbing away. "But seriously, Ms. Nosey Pants needs to learn a lesson."

"And I suppose we'll be the ones teaching it?" Harry sighed.

She answered him with a wicked smile that, quite honestly, scared the pants off of him (quite literally, once he got inside) and left him wondering what, exactly, he had gotten himself into.

A/N: Yay! Here ya go! Expect revenge on Hermione next (and last) chapter! And Review review review!