A/N: Hello all! I am back after a rather lengthy break… I do hope you can forgive me. Here is the next chapter, for disclaimer and all that jazz, go to chapter 1.
HarryEstel- Thank you for your review! Yes, well Ginny's revenge will be a bit different than one might expect, but I'm sure you'll see what I mean. Hope you like this next chapter and thank you so much for being such a faithful reviewer to my stories, it means a lot to me!
Liz- so glad you could get your hands on a computer with Internet access! Glad you liked it! Here is some more for you although I don't know when you'll be able to read it next! See you at Graduation and your party!
Ginny sat in her room early in the morning, though she was tired a large grin spread across her face igniting her eyes with a mischievous brown twinkle. Today would begin the payback. She knew she would need the help of Harry, she was sure she could count on him. What had originally began as a revenge prank had turned into something much, much more; it was something she even thought that her brother might like. No, not like, love and need may be the more appropriate words. She thought smirking to herself.
Harry was sitting up, trying to convince himself that it was indeed morning, ad time to get up. For the first time this summer he had been able to sleep after coming in from one of his nightly walks. He didn't know if Ron knew about the fact that he had been absent each night, but then again, it wouldn't be the first thing that Ron had missed this summer, or years for that matter. Harry grinned inwardly at the plan that he and Ginny had formulated outside at night, or had it been morning, he wasn't really all that sure. Shaking his head he realized that the time of day mattered very little, all that mattered was the Ron was finally going to notice one way or another what was going on right beneath his nose.
Harry had to hand it to Ginny, she could be downright cunning if she wanted to be, and he guessed it was a survival mechanism one had to acquire if you were to survive with that many brothers breathing down your neck.
Ginny swung her legs out of bed and decided it was an appropriate time to get up, finally. Hearing the voices downstairs she guessed that she would be the last one up, but as she opened the door to her room, she realized she was wrong, as she had just swung her door haphazardly into the surprised face of Harry.
Harry was blinking and rubbing his eye when suddenly a large heavy object quite suddenly collided rather painfully with his nose. Looking shocked he saw a bright red Ginny standing looking positively mortified.
"Oh my God Harry! I'm so sorry!" she breathed
"Gee Gin, I've heard of don't let the door hit you on the way out, but that's a little ridiculous don't you think?" Harry said cracking a grin "Then again it did take care of that stuffy nose…"
Ginny's face had turned back to its usual shade and she smiled nervously.
"Well then Mr. Potter, you should be thanking me!" she said jokingly
Harry looked at her, she really was astonishingly pretty, but it was more than the, her beauty came from the inside out, shining through her eyes.
"Thanks Gin, for nearly breaking my nose," He laughed. Then lowering his gaze to rest easily in her eyes he said softly, "And for always knowing just what to say."
Ginny for once didn't know what to say at all to that last comment, she was supposed to be over him, but clearly the tight feeling in her chest suggested otherwise.
She brushed that familiar feeling aside and grabbed his wrist. "We need to go over what we planed last night in order for this to work." She said pulling him into her room.
Harry looked around at the décor of the room; he smiled inwardly at how Ginny it was.
Ginny turned to look at him, noticing his smirking face.
"What is it?" She asked with a laugh in her voice.
"Nothing, it's just that this room is so…you" Harry said simply
Ginny smiled. "Well I should hope so, after all I do have to live here…" She said wryly Honestly; sometimes that boy can be just like my brother… One voice said on his shoulder, Yeah, but he is really really hot! Said the other. Ginny mentally squashed the angle and demon on her shoulders, and brought her attention to the real conversation taking place in her midst, not the imaginary voices she pursued in her mind.
Ginny noticed thankfully Harry, being Harry hadn't noticed any laps in conversation at all.
"Ok, so now, you've got Hermione covered, and I'll take care of Ron, right?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded in assent "You know what you're to do?" She asked, Harry nodded and the plan was set into motion. "I think you should start after breakfast, I'll take care of phase one with Hermione when she comes upstairs in a bit." Harry nodded and turned to leave
Harry opened Ginny's door, without killing anyone and started to walk into the hallway. He stopped at a sound of someone clearing her throat to the left and looked over his shoulder to see a rather astonished Hermione.
"Oh, hey Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, clearly missing the obvious look she was giving him
"I was coming to Ginny's room to get my hairbrush," She said slowly, "What were you doing…" She let the question hang.
Harry blushed, "Nothing!" He said quickly, not wanting to compromise 'the plan' clearly missing what Hermione was hinting at.
Harry was looking strangely at her, she was just staring at him, and it was making him rather uncomfortable.
"Well, I'll see you at breakfast then" He said lamely and walked down the hallway
No matter how long I spend with Hermione, I will never understand that girl, barking mad! Harry thought shaking his head as he pounded down the steps.
Ginny was making her bed smiling as she thought about the morning she had had.
Ginny looked up at Hermione, she had the distinct impression that the girl had been watching her, but Hermione was folding her clothes and putting them in the bottom drawers of the small nightstand by her bed.
Hermione watched as Ginny straightened up her room. The girl was smiling and looked lost in thought. I wonder what, or whom she is thinking about. She thought furtively, and being Hermione she thought she knew the answer. Also being Hermione, she was right.
Ginny smiled slyly as she saw Hermione picking out her clothes for the day. She didn't think it was a coincidence that what she was wearing was more, er, flattering than what she usually wore.
"I like your top," she said to Hermione in a knowing voice.
"Thanks" She answered carefully.
Ginny decided it would be far too difficult to dance around Hermione, she was just to smart.
"You like my brother" She said flatly.
Hermione looked at her like she had three heads, "NO!" She said indignantly.
Ginny dropped it, She had gotten the answer she had wanted anyways, knowing full well that now Hermione was going to be thinking about nothing else all day than Ginny's accusation and therefore, putting more pressure on herself than she ever could force on her. God, I am an absolute genius! Ginny thought happily to herself.
Hermione left the room and the smirking face of Ginny Weasly, what has gotten into her head, me like Ron? Ewww! That's not even possible! Hermione pushed the thought away from her mind; it was just too disturbing to even contemplate.
Entering the kitchen she saw Ron and Harry sitting at the kitchen. She sat across from them and was soon burring herself in the plate filled with the most delicious food from Mrs. Weasly.
She never noticed the fact that Ron couldn't keep his eyes off Hermione, although, Harry certainly didn't miss it. He smiled broadly; he was making this only too easy for him.
Harry and Ron made their way out to the orchard behind the house to play a bit of Quiddich, Harry couldn't get enough of flying. He had been cooped up in the Dursleys for far too long. "Hey Ron, what's up with Hermione?" Harry asked throwing a sidelong glance at his best friend.
"I don't know, I didn't notice anything different about her this morning." Ron said thickly around a piece of toast he was chewing.
"Well, she got a letter from Krum last night and has been acting very oddly…" Harry paused to enjoy the reaction that his words were bound to have.
"Oh yeah! What did Vicky say! If he lays a hand on her I swear…" Ron had made a fist with his hand and scowled menacingly.
"What's it to you, it's not like you like her or anything…right?" Harry said with a casual voice.
Ron looked up at Harry's words. "What, oh right, of course not" He said quickly, the scowl deepening in his face as the mounted their broomsticks.
Harry had never seen Ron be so forceful in his blocks of the Quiddich rings.
A/N: This story is progressing nicely; I would love to get more feedback on it however. So if you want to make a young aspiring author really happy…please review! I promise I will answer each and everyone like I always do! Thanks!
