Disclaimer: I won nothing. Broken record, I know.
AN: Thank you Lain for beta'ing this chapter. Just really wasn't feeling confident about this one.
Ginny Weasley sat on her bed in tears. She had started crying somewhere around the time Ron had accused her of dating Harry. Hermione was sitting next to her, rubbing her back after she had forced Ron out of the room. It was Hermione that finally broke the silence.
"Just ignore him, Ginny. It's not your fault that Harry's giving you attention. It's just Ron being a jealous prat."
"But Harry's not giving me anymore attention then he is you," she managed to choke out in the middle of her emotional breakdown, "He still wrote you guys letters, still thinks of you as his best friends, and when he gets here, he'll still ignore me for you guys. Why when he's even writing to me does Ron have to ruin that, too?"
"Well, Ginny, I don't mean to push this here," Hermione stopped for a second so that Ginny could face her. "But Harry has definitely been paying much more attention to you then either Ron or me. And I'm not upset with that. I don't mind at all. But you should see my letter. There's about a page an a half monologue about how he thinks your hair shimmers." Ginny's tears had stopped falling by now.
"Hermione, you have to be exaggerating. I mean, Harry would never say anything like that about me. You've seen the way he acts around me. I'm his bloody adopted sister. Nothing more, nothing less." Hermione had to take a second to figure a way to respond that wouldn't hit the little switch in a Weasley's head that turns on the temper.
"Ginny, I don't know how to make this anymore clear to you, but Harry has never so much let us try out his invisibility cloak, unless he's under it with us. He gave it to you. And he most definitely did write those things down in my letter, and I'd be willing to bet in yours if you'd let me read it." Hermione handed Ginny her letter from Harry. A still teary eyed Ginny looked through it, and didn't so much as make it past the first paragraph before her eyes turned from the paper in rage.
"He asked you if something was wrong with me! Why didn't he just ask me? If I'm this great friend why wouldn't he just ask me?" Ginny broke down into tears again. Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation. If anyone could find something wrong with world peace, it was this girl.
"Ginny, stop it right now. He was worried to death about you. And by the way, he wouldn't have to ask if you just told him why you thought you didn't deserve his friendship. He didn't want to hurt your feelings. Now keep reading right now before I hit you harder then I hit your brother." Ginny backed up for a second. Hermione angry was scarier than twelve wet Cornish pixies. Ginny went back to reading, laughed occasionally, and then broke into tears when Harry started talking about how great he thought Ginny was.
"Ohh my god, he likes me," said Ginny awestruck. "Oh my god, Harry Potter likes me. Hermione, what do I do?" And it was at that point in time, Hermione realize that she should have fully thought out her plan, or at least past Ginny understanding Harry liked her. "Hermione? What do I do? You know everything; you're the one who went out of your way to show me that he did, even if he's too blind to notice it. You're telling me that you didn't plan this out?" Any poise Hermione had shown a second ago was lost now. And Hermione was thanking the heavens that she didn't have to answer that question due to Mrs. Weasley's sudden entrance.
"Girls, wonderful news, Dumbledore will let Harry come at the end of the week."
Harry Potter sat at his desk working on, yet again, Potions. His plan to study Potions on his own, to be ready for whatever Snape could throw at him, was turning out to be much more difficult then he ever would have thought. And in all honesty, a chapter on the purpose of clockwise stirring would break the spirits of almost anyone. But not the Harry Potter. Ohh no, not him. No, it would take the chapter after that about counter clockwise stirring to make him slam the book shut and toss it across the room.
"I GIVE UP!!! I DON'T CARE ABOUT BLOODY POTIONS, BLOODY SNAPE, OR BLOODY SCHOOL!!!" It was at that point that Pig shot through his open window and crashed square into Harry's forehead. Harry fell backwards in his chair, and Pig ricocheted onto the bed. Harry crawled his way over to the side of the bed, and pulled the letter off from Pig's leg.
Hiya Harry,
Great news, mum says that you can come here. She said to tell you that someone would come and get you sometime this week. You might want to really get yourself ready before you come here, though. Ron is bloody flaming here. I don't know what you said in your last letter to him, but he flipped. He's got this crazy idea in his head that we're going out. When he blew up at me, Hermione shut him up by crushing his nose into his head, and this time (wicked huh?), she's now nursing him back to health. So he's turned into Frankenstein basically. His face all disfigured, no one wanting to talk to him, and he's really tall. Odds are, he won't be any better when you get here. He has these weird mood swings when ever someone mentions your name. Just wanted to give you warning. – Love, Ginny
Harry let out a small chuckle when he read the part about them going out, but then his face kind of fell. Did she really not like him that much that she would never consider it? And why did he even care? It's not like he liked her or anything. He just was used to the idea of her having a crush on him. But he had no idea what was waiting for him when he arrived at the Burrow.
AN: I got one response for the last chapter people. That is not enough. I need many, many more. I had to go to someone before I put this chapter up because I wasn't feeling confident about it. If I don't get reviews, updates may slow down. This isn't a ransom warning or anything, I'm just saying, don't let me down.