When I walked downstairs breakfast was already cleared.

I walked over to the refrigerator, pulled out a can of soda, and sat down in a chair.

When I was just about finished with it, and thinking about the dream I had not so long ago, Hermione strutted in.

"Look at what the cat drug in," I muttered.

She rolled her eyes. "At least I look good."

I laughed. "Is that your definition of good? I'd call it more bad, corrupt, and horrifying."

She scoffed. "You must be talking about your hair."

I stood up. "I don't know what happened to you over the summer. What did you do, get knocked up? Did that give your low little swanky ass more self confidence or something?"

Her face flushed. "Why you little bit-"

Harry walked in.

"Hey, mate." I smiled at him.

"'Ello, Ginny." He replied. "What are you two talking about? Are you guys finally getting along?"

"With that piece of trash?" I asked, as if she wasn't standing right there.

"Yes… I mean… no! Hermione's not a piece of trash… I mean… Gah, I'm so confused…"

Hermione glared at me and stomped out of the room.

I looked down. "Harry, does my hair look bad?"

He looked startled by my question. "No, why, did Hermione say that?"

I sighed. "Yes. I know I shouldn't let her get to me but I really do agree with her."

"So change it."

"What?"

"Dye it a different color, if you don't like it."

But mum would be furious!" I exclaimed.

"I'd be angry about what?" my mum asked from behind me.

I spun around. "Er… nothing."

"I'd be mad about what?" she repeated, staring at me hard.

"I'm going to dye my hair a different color," I said, standing up straight.

"Oh no you're not!" she began, but I cut her off.

"Yes I am," I shot back. "Whether you like it or not. It's my hair and my decision. Now, if you don't mind, you're blocking the exit and I need to go exercise."

She scowled at me but moved none the less.

Ginny: 1, Mum: 0.

When I came back, owls were in the kitchen, delivering our Hogwarts letters.

I quickly ripped mine open.

A badge fell into my hands. "OH MY GOD! I MADE PREFECT!"

My mum smiled at me for the first time that day. "We'll have to get you something nice, then!"

Later that day, we decided to go to Diagon Alley to buy our school things.

Fred and George had left earlier to go back and check on the shop.

I walked closely beside Harry, in-between him and Ron.

We stopped first to get some ice cream, then decided to visit the twins at their shop.

I'd already seen it, being their sister, but Harry and Hermione were shocked.

The shelves were over-flowing with different objects; candies, spy detectors, and other Weasly creations.

I smiled as I looked around.

Nobody in the family knew how the twins got the money, and, quite honestly, I didn't care. I believed that they really deserved it. They were basically geniuses, after all.

I mean, I always knew they had imagination, but I don't think they every really realized how much it meant to me that they perused their dreams, no matter what my mum said.

"Hey, Ginny!" Fred's voice called from the back. "Can you watch the counter while we put these boxes in the back?"

I smiled. "Sure thing!"

I pulled out my working badge, from when I covered for them, and placed it on.

Harry walked up to the front with a load of stuff in his arms. "Ginny- what're you doing behind the desk?"

I laughed. "That's six galleons, two sickles. Have a nice day and please come back again."

He chuckled. Putting on a very fake country accent, he said, "Why, little missy, you sure are looking fine today."

"Why, thank you, sir," I giggled.

I heard a loud cough from behind Harry. Looking up from him, I saw Hermione there, impatiently tapping her foot.

When I was done behind the desk, we all left to buy the extra things we wanted for the year, as my mum would be buying the main books and clothes.

"Hey, Harry, do you have any idea on which hair color I should use?"

He grinned. "So you're carrying through with it the, eh?"

I nodded my head. "Yea."

"Hmm," he said, walking closer to me to where we were about an inch away from each other.

He looked at me, grinned, then ran his right hand through my hair. "Maybe a dark brown, like an amber color… but don't go with black. It's too dark…"

His voice trailed off.

I stood, looking up into his eyes.

His thick sent of Fresh Mountain air and something I couldn't quite place lingered around me. My breath caught in my throat.

"G-Ginnny?" he whispered, ever closer.

"Yes?"

"Do I… Can… May I kiss you?"

I grinned, and nodded my head.

Harry leaned closer, and our lips were just about to brush against each other's when-

"Harry, are you coming?" sounded from the back of the room.

Hermione.

He reluctantly pulled away, whispering, "I'm sorry," into my ear.

We finally met up with my parents about fifteen minutes later.

My mum beamed down at me. "Well, Ginny, what do you want for making Prefect?"

I thought for a moment. "Mum… there really isn't anything, right now. Er... could I ask you later, maybe during the school year?"

"What ever you want, dear." She smiled.

Oh, guess what color I chose?

Amber, of course.