A/N: Finally, the chapter from hell is up. I am so sorry that it took this long, but I have spent ages trying to get it to cooperate. (Trying is the key word, here) Anyhow, here it is, and I promise I won't take this long with the next chapter.

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"But Ginny come on, you of all people should realise what being apart for so long does to a person." Melody was pacing Ginny's room restlessy, and Ginny was trying her best to look interested.

"Mel, listen," Ginny said and lay back on her bed, "I think I am the last person you should be getting relationship advice from. I can't even get my boyfriend to tell me his secrets."

Melody smiled and stopped pacing. "He still hasn't told you, then?"

Ginny shook her head. "No he hasn't. And I think he should tell me today, of all days. It is my birthday after all!"

Melody sat down on the bed next to Ginny. "Listen, I am pretty sure that whatever reason Harry has for not telling you, it is very good. And I have a feeling that it isn't such a bad thing he is keeping from you."

Ginny turned her head to look up at her friend. "You think?"

"I think. Now, a whole other point to this discussion is the fact that you are actually dating Harry Potter! How on earth did that happen?"

Ginny smiled and sat up. "I never told you?"

"No you didn't, and I really think you should."

"Well," Ginny said with a wistful sigh, "Harry and I have known each other for years. He's my brother's best friend."

"Really?" Melody looked impressed, then it was as if something dawned on her. "Of course. Weasley! Your brother is Ron Weasley. I knew there was something familiar with your last name."

Ginny shrugged. Ever since the war Ron had gotten almost as famous as Harry, and Ginny was surprised Melody hadn't made the connection before. "Yes, Ron. He and Harry was in the same year at school, and Harry has spent almost every vacation at our house since he was eleven."

"So you must know him really well, then."

"Not exactly. See, when I was ten I got this insane crush on him, and I became a stuttering idiot whenever I was around him."

Melody laughed. "You've been in love with Harry Potter since you were ten?"

"Yeah, quite pathetic, isn't it?"

"I think it's cute."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Very."

"So tell me more."

"Ok. Well, I think you could say I didn't really manage to be myself around him until I was about fourteen. See, a lot of stuff happened before that to make me even more unsure when I was around him, and it took me ages to manage to actually pull myself together when we were in the same room. But then, once I had become normal enough to talk to him the war had all but started and Harry had more important things to think about than his best friend's sister."

Melody thought about it for a while. "So you were in love with him then, as well?"

Ginny nodded. "I've been in love with him since I was ten, like I said."

"Wow. So what was it like to see him have to fight in the war, when you loved him like you did?"

"It was horrible." Ginny sighed. "I hated to see him like that, but there was nothing I could do. So I decided that I would stand by him, that I would be a support, and that if he ever needed me I would be there for him."

"That is so romantic."

Ginny shrugged again. "I guess. More than anything it was just really painful, though. Anyway, the war ended spring of my sixth year, and that Christmas he and I started to become friends. It's a long story, but we spent a lot of time together that Christmas, and we eventually developed a very close friendship."

Melody looked pensive. "So how was it that you came to this point, where you aren't the only one who is hopelessly in love?"

Ginny grinned. "It is also a very long story, but let me just say it started out as a prank, and four weeks later, here we are."

Melody frowned. "A prank?"

"Yup. But we have sort of made a promise not to tell anyone yet, so I can't give you the details."

"I see. So then, Ginny Weasley, girlfriend of the famous Harry Potter. Tell me, is he as good a kisser as he appears to be?"

Ginny gaped. "Oh my goodness, I don't think that's an appropriate question." She pounced her lightly. "But since you ask, yes, very much so."

Melody wriggled her eyebrows. "Just as I thought. Now I want to ask you a thousand other questions, but I am starving and I think we should go down for lunch. What do you say?"

Ginny nodded in agreement. "I think that is a very good plan."

The two girls and Professors-to-be made their way from Ginny's room and was just about to enter the Great Hall when they were suddenly stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Good afternoon," she said with a smile, and Ginny and Melody smiled in return.

"Good afternoon, Professor, is anything wrong?"

McGonagall shook her head. "Oh no, quite the contrary. It is just that I was given this note by a certain gentleman, and he told me to give it to you." The older Professor smiled, handed Ginny an envelope with her name on it, then bid them goodbye.

Ginny looked at Melody questioningly. "Do you know anything about this?" She opened the envelope as Melody shook her head.

Inside there was a short note that read:

Ginny,

Meet me in the Gryffindor common room. Please make sure you have the password, as I am tired of arguing with a certain stubborn portrait.

Much love,

Your secret admirer.

Ginny grinned and handed the note to Melody. All of a sudden everything made sense in her head. At least she hoped it was what she thought.

"Wow, quite impressive," Melody said with a grin, and Ginny nodded.

"Agreed. See you later." Then she turned around and all but ran down the familiar hallways to what had once been her home. Once outside the portrait hole Ginny stopped, and was greeted warmly by the Fat Lady.

"Well hello, child," she said with a smile, "or is it Professor, now?"

Ginny smiled in return. "I think it is Professor, actually, however weird it may sound."

"Oh no," the Fat Lady assured her, "I always knew there was something special about you."

Ginny smiled and was about to reply when suddenly a dark voice behind her said "I always thought that, too." She spun around and found none other than Harry himself standing there, arms full of food.

"Hey you," she said with a grin. "Have you been raiding the pantry again?"

Harry chuckled. "I'm sorry... Professor, I didn't mean to be bad." He grinned and Ginny couldn't help but giggle.

"You are a very bad student, Mr. Potter. Now, how come you never told me how to get to the kitchens?"

Harry gaped in surprise. "Are you telling me you don't know?"

"Nope."

"Wow. I can't believe it."

"Excuse me," the Fat Lady suddenly interrupted. "As much as I would love to hear exactly how to get to the kitchens I am a very busy lady, and if you want my service then please say the password so I can get out of here."

Ginny turned around. "Oh, sorry. Fiddlesticks."

"That's better." Then she swung out, and Harry and Ginny climbed through.

"Finally," Harry said once they were inside. "I must have spent an hour trying to convince her to let me through." He dumped all the food into a nearby chair, then lighted every candle in the room with a quick spell. Once that was done he turned his full attention to Ginny.

"Are you surprised?" he asked as he slowly walked closer.

Ginny put on an angry face. "Yes."

"And are you very upset?" He came closer.

"Yes."

"And are you going to be upset for a very long time?" He was so close now that Ginny had to lift her head slightly to be able to look him in the eyes.

"I am," she confirmed, and Harry sighed, while still coming closer.

"I'm sorry," he muttered and slowly stroked her cheek with his hand. Ginny shuddered involuntarily at his touch, and Harry grinned. "Do you think maybe you can forgive me?" he asked then, while putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to him.

Ginny looked up at his face. She had learned very early that when it came to Harry it was all but impossible for her to stay angry. There was something about the way his eyes pleaded to forgive her, and, she thought wickedly, there was something about a guy whose chest muscles felt so nice, even through his robes.

"I have missed you," she muttered as Harry pulled his hands through her hair.

"I'm sorry," he replied, and Ginny closed her eyes. Harry's mouth was dangerously close, and when he finally kissed her all thoughts of how he had refused to tell her what was up disappeared. After all, who could be angry with someone who made her knees buckle like that?

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Dear Harry,

You just left and I'm all on my own feeling depressed. Ok, maybe not depressed, just horribly sad that you had to leave so soon. I had intended to follow up on my new favourite past time called "stay in bed (err... the common room sofa) with Harry and talk and make out." (And I swear, if you show anyone this letter I will hex you so that not even my mother will want to hug you.)

Anyway, having you here was great, although Melody gave me the world's dirtiest look when I got back from the common room. Not to mention the badly hidden smirk on McGonagall's face, and the way Hagrid was winking very "subtly". Oh well, I guess it was worth it. Of course, I can't ever look any of the teachers in the eyes every again, but I guess it was worth it. Please tell your coach I am eternally grateful, and if you need that in writing I will send it with the next letter.

On a different note: McG today told me that once the students are here I will be expected to teach the first and second years almost all by myself. Imagine that! Me and a bunch of crazy kids. (And you may stop looking so horrified! I'm not that bad!) Apparently there are more students here now than there has been in years, and McG need to focus on the older students, which is why she's left me with the little ones. I will make sure to tell you how it goes. Besides, how hard can it be?

By the way, I asked about the Hogsmeade weekend today as I was down to see Hagrid (he says hi) and he said that he had no idea. Apparently they don't make that decision up until the very last minute. And here I was, thinking that Hogwarts was an insanely organised school. Yet another of my childhood fancies are now crushed! Crushed, along with the yellow walls of the Hogwarts Express!

I got an letter from Hermione today. She apologised profusely for not having the engagement party when I was there, but still didn't give much of a reason as to why. I guess I will just have to settle with the thought that I'm not important enough for my brother and my so-called best friend. I am sighing in disappointment as we speak... write.

Oh, here comes Melody, and she is now peering across my shoulder. Hello Mel, how are you today? She says she is fine and that she is very upset that she didn't get to meet you. And now she is ordering me to tear myself away and come with her. I promised I would take her to the kitchens to visit the elves. Thank you so much for telling me how to get there! (And I am still angry that you never told me when I actually needed it, as in seventh year, when I was here all by my merry self without a friend in the world. And tell Ron I won't ever forgive him for it, either!)

Bye, bye my love. Henceforth we must be as strangers, living side by side! Only we're not side by side. Quite sad, that. Anyway. I love you, write me soon and I'll try and find out when Hogsmeade is.

Your queen,

Ginevra.

PS: Melody think I am being melodramatic (oh! Did you get that? Melody – melodramatic. Funny!) and that I am being quite haughty, adressing myself as queen. She's just jealous, I guess.

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Queen Ginevra of Hogwarts,

I salute you.

I have just come back from practice, and I will spare you the details. Let's just say it was wet and cold, and I am sure John (that's my coach's name) enjoyed the fact that it rained. He wasn't too excited about me going away like that, let's just say. But I don't care, because it was quite worth it, and I am sorry that we didn't get to spend more time on your favourite pasttime. (I have to admit I am quite disappointed, myself.)

Tell Hagrid hi back, and tell him I'm sorry I didn't get to go see him, but I was occupied by a beauty so mesmerising that I was unable to tear myself away. (All I can say is: Shakespeare go eat your heart out! You have got a new adversary and his name is Harry Potter. Beholdeth!)

As for the Hogsmeade weekend: how many years did you say you had gone to Hogwarts? Not too many, by the sound of it. If you had thought about it at all you would know that the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year is always on the first Saturday of October, and is often followed by the first quidditch match of the season. You just wait and see.

Also tell Melody that I am sorry I didn't get to meet her. Again, there was a fair lady who was keeping me occupied, and my time was limited. Next time I will stay longer, though. Dumbledore (yes, I did get to see him, actually) ran something past me that sounded very interesting. I will think about it, then get back to you.

Now I must run, Ron told me he and Hermione were coming here for supper and I have to cook. Oh the things one does for ones best friend. If you want I can try and be a little angry at them on your behalf. Hey, I just got an idea. How about we get Ron and Hermione to come to Hogsmeade as well? We won't have to spend any time with them, but it would be so much fun to have them there. Just like the old times. And maybe, if the Professor would degrade herself to such a level, we could all have supper by the Gryffindor table. What say ye?

Well, that's it for now. I have to get in the shower and then start cooking.

I love you,

Harry Shakespeare,

Knight Protector of HRH Ginevra.

PS: Tell Melody that you are indeed very queenly (regal?) and if nothing else, you are definitely my queen.

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Harry,

I'm insanely busy today, so this will be short. Excellent idea on R and H. Tell them, bring them, only make sure they don't intend to spend the day with us! And if you ask me very nicely I might "degrade myself to eat by the Gryffindor table". You're right, it would be fun.

And you're right about Hogsmeade. I asked McG about it yesterday as we were planning the school year. She told me the exact same thing you did: The first Hogsmeade weekend is on the first Saturday of October. And Gryffindor plays agaisnt Ravenclaw that night, as the first game of the season. Merlin, I hate it when you're right.

Well, I have to run. Hagrid has asked me over for tea.

Yours,

Ginny.

PS: About the thing Dumledore talked to you about. You do realise you will have to tell me about it, right?

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Dearest,

aka 'the Blur' (named so by your brother, who is also my best friend. I told him about your recent busy-ness and he said that whenever you got busy you just ran back and forth, and it was almost impossible to see you because you were more like a big red blur. Hence the aka.)

Today I miss you. I woke up this morning to an empty bed and an empty house (Ron was at Hermione's), and that just set the trend for this entire day. I don't have practice today (I love Sundays) and so I have spent the majority of the day trying to think up things we could have done had you been closer. Oh Ginny, I will be uncharacteristically sappy today, so please promise me you won't throw up.

So, it all began this morning. Do you remember on my birthday, when I came over to watch you sleep? Today, I wanted to do that so bad. I woke up around five, and the rain was pouring. I sat up in bed, suddenly feeling like I would not be completely happy unless I could see you. So instead of going back to sleep I spent ages going through the apartment, hoping there may be a picture of you there. When I didn't find anything I was nearing desperation and was about to apparate to Hogwarts, when I remembered that Ron has a family picture in his room. (Remind me to mock him about that later.) I ran into Ron's room and found the picture. It is quite old (I think it is from my seventh year) but it still had you in it. I stole it with me to my room, then spent quite a long time looking at it.

Around ten (I think I fell asleep sometime between five and ten, so you shouldn't worry about my mental health. I am not so crazy that I spend five hours looking at an old picture of you) Ron and Hermione came home. Hermione made us breakfast (she makes the greatest scrambled egg in the history of mankind) and we talked about this and that. They asked me how you were doing, and I told them about your latest letter. (It was at this point Ron mentioned the Blur.) As I was talking Hermione suddenly got very teary-eyed, and I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me for the longest time, then said "you really love her, don't you?". I was completely baffled, as you probably understand. But I told her that yes, I really do, and Hermione sniffled loudly. Ron, on the other side was snickering and I think I will have to ask him to go flying later so that I can kick his ass. (It's the only thing where I am sure to beat him. Curse him and his Head Boy-ness.)

Anyway, Hermione spent some time being very girly, and I missed you even more. Then I told them about Hogsmeade and they were both very excited about it. Ron was especially excited about the game, and when I told them the news (that I haven't even told you yet) they both got even more excited. So it looks like the Dream Team (named for the occasion by yours truly) will rule the corridors of Hogwarts once again. I can hardly wait.

Now, onto the big news. Remember how I, in my last letter told you that Dumbledore had asked me about something when I was there? Well, here we go: he asked me if I wanted to be the referee at the match. Said it would be fun, and I have to agree that it would. Will be unbelievably hard to be fair, though, as it is Gryffindor. Either way, it will be great fun, and I can hardly wait.

So, tomorrow. Students. Are you excited? I can't believe you have been gone an entire month already. And it will be more than a month until we meet again. Please don't forget me, and please write often. And please... try to believe me when I say I love you. Because I do.

Yours,

Harry.

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