A/N: New chapter! I know you are all stunned and amazed and other such nice words. This chapter was insanely hard to get out, which is why it took me so long. I'm sorry I have sped everything up, but I need to get this thing over with, or I'll go crazy. Anyway, review, tell me what you think, and enjoy!
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"This is probably the most bizarre thing I have ever experienced," Melody whispered to Ginny as they were having breakfast. True to her word Ginny had joined Harry, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, and had dragged Melody with her. Now the five of them were surrounded by a crowd of curious students, while eating and trying act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. By Ginny's side Harry, Ron and Hermione were busy reliving their school days, unaware of the curious stares they got, or if they did they didn't seem to mind.

"Gin, I can't stay here," Melody muttered as she finished off her toast. "This is freaking me out. When I get back to class on Monday the kids will only remember me as 'the girl who sat by the student table' and it will be impossible to get any respect out of them. I'm off." And with that she gathered up her belongs and left the table, leaving Ginny to herself. She looked around carefully, trying her best to avoid the amused looks of Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore.

With a growl Ginny interrupted the reminiscing of her friends. "Why aren't you talking to me?" she demanded with a glare. She knew she was behaving like a child, but she didn't care. "Melody has left me, and now I'm here all by myself."

Ron looked at her with a smile. "Are you ok, Gin? You sound a little miffed."

She rolled her eyes. This was too much like three years ago for her to enjoy it.

"No, I'm not ok," she said angrily. "I just remembered why I used to feel so awkward with the three of you in school."

"What is the matter?" Hermione asked, while Harry just looked confused.

"All my life I have had to be the outsider to your little group," she replied, "and I'm sick of it. I thought having you guys here would be awesome, but it's not. I realise you are all excited about being back, and you love to sit here and pretend like you're seventeen! You may feel that nothing has changed, you are reliving your Dream Team period, and I'm happy for you. But I just remembered something: I was never a part of the Dream Team! It was always you three, and then me. I have always just been the little sister, and when I was in school I was too shy to tell you, but that was a long time ago, and I'm not shy anymore. See, the world has changed. We all changed. And your time here is long since over. You aren't students anymore, you are grownups - alumni! There's a new time at Hogwarts now, and I'm not going to pretend that I'm sixteen, and all I want is some attention from my big brother and his friends. I have moved on, and I truly thought you had, as well." She got to her feet in frustration. "Now please excuse me. I have some papers that need to be corrected." And with that she stalked off, not caring who saw her or that she had just thrown a major tantrum in the Great Hall, of all places!

She all but ran through the corridors, and once she was back in her room she slammed the door shut and threw herself on the bed. She screamed into thin air, then pummeled her madrass. She couldn't believe how naïve she had been! Of course it would be like this. Harry, Ron and Hermione. The Dream Team. She sighed. So much for a day all by herself with Harry. This Hogsmeade weekend would be just like any other. The Trio would go off and save the world, while she was left alone feeling depressed and hoping they at least bothered to talk to her when they got back.

"Heavens, Ginny," she said to herself. "You're being melodramatic. Harry is still your boyfriend, and he loves you, and you can't blame him for wanting to be with his friends." She sighed. "But he promised he wanted to be with you, and there was a reason you told him you didn't want to be with Ron and Hermione." She opened her eyes, then shook her head. "You're an idiot, Ginny Weasley," she said. "A big fat idiot who should learn that although times may change people don't."

"They don't?" Harry was suddenly standing in the door, and at least he had the decency to look sorry. Ginny pretended not to see him and turned towards the wall. Harry closed the door and came into the room.

"I'm sorry, Gin," he said slowly. "I was being an idiot."

She snorted. "You can say that again."

Harry sat down on her bed. "Listen, I honestly didn't mean to be such a prat. I swear."

Ginny turned around and looked at him, still unable to completely forgive him.

"Ginny, sweetheart, I swear, I'm sorry. Will you please forgive me?" He looked at her pleadingly, and Ginny sighed.

"Harry, I will forgive you. Of course I will. But…"

"But you need me to grow up?"

She smiled. "You already have. I just need you to remember it." She sat up and kissed him on the cheek.

"I will. So, are you ready to go to Hogsmeade?"

Ginny nodded. "I'm ready when you are."

He grinned and pulled her close. "I just have one little thing that I need to do."

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Dear Harry,

Thank you for yesterday. It was great, although I miss you even more now than I did before. I didn't think that was possible, but obviously it is.

Anyway, I just talked to Melody and she said to tell me that she can't believe we never made it to Hogsmeade and she wanted to know if we were some kind of rabbits. It pleases me to say that had it not been for all the students surrounding us I would have hexed her. I think I might actually talk to Snape and get him to put something in her tea for me.

It should be said, though, that I can't think of better reason to skip Hogsmeade. I wish I had known it was an option when I was actually in school, but doing it now isn't too bad either. Makes me feel young again. (Being nineteen really is a hazzle, isn't it? Hehe…) I just realised something… did you ever lose going to Hogsmeade when you were in school? I can't really imagine you not going to Hogsmeade over something like that, everyone knows you were Mr. Prim and Proper in school, but I was just curious. I have learned since leaving school that there are a lot of people out there who are anything but how you imagined them to be. Let's just take my own darling brother. Did you know that his and Hermione's first time were in your seventh year? In the Astronomy Tower! All my life I have believed the Astronomy Tower-rumours to be just that – rumours – but after having become close friends with Hermione I have learned quite a few things about the Astronomy Tower that would make you want to lose your lunch. Perhaps we have to see what all the fuzz is about the next time you are here?

On a different note: tomorrow will be my first class alone. I am actually not as nervous as you would think, but I can't say I'm too excited, either. I'm just afraid all the kids will refuse to listen to me, or that I will eventually get so upset with them not listening that I lose my temper. Little kids was never my thing, and having become a teacher doesn't change that. I promise to keep you posted on how it goes.

I have to go to sleep now. Tell everyone I say hi, and if Ron and Hermione suddenly realise that they didn't see us in Hogsmeade… whatever you do, don't tell them! The last thing I need is my ballistic brothers on my hands. Besides, I like you the way you are and would hate for anything to happen to you.

Take care, and write me soon!
I love you,
Ginny

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Dear Ginny,

Thank you so much for the letter. I got it just as I came home from the match and it made my so far good day even better. The match was great. We won by ten points. It looked really dark for some time, but I managed to catch the Snitch after about two hours or so. So far we're on the top of the ranking, but that's before the Falcons vs. Harpies match. If the Falcons win we will be second, but that doesn't really mean anything as there has only been two matches so far this season and I'm quite sure we can pull it off. Will you promise to come see the finals if we get that far? I'd love to have you there.

Allright, changing topics. Hermione actually had noticed that we weren't in Hogsmeade and she had made her own assumptions as to why. I'm not sure if they were right, as she refuses to tell me, but the looks she's been giving me lately tells me she's not too far off. I never knew Hermione could smirk, did you? I tell you, it's not healthy for her to be with Ron so much. And about the Astronomy Tower: the only things I know about it's somewhat hidden abilities I have only heard about and not experienced first hand. Empty classrooms, on the other hand… No, I'm just joking. Sadly, I have to admit that after my short-lived and tempestous relationship with Cho Chang in fifth year there is very little to report on the relationship front. I did know, however, that Ron and Hermione are familiar with it, and I'll ask them what it is like the next time I see them.

By the time you get this letter I suppose your first classes will be over. I just want to say that I have faith in you, and I know I would have loved to have you as my teacher when I was in school. Not that McGonagall isn't a good teacher, but somehow I think having you would have been slightly more interesting. Of course, I don't think the student/teacher relationship would have been too popular with the staff, but as long as we had kept it a secret I am sure we would have managed to pull it off perfectly. And if not, there's always the Astronomy Tower, right? I am pretty sure none of the teachers go up there. Oh no! I just had the worst mental image ever! I won't elaborate, but trust me, it's bad.

I'm sorry about the randomness of this letter, but I hope you manage to at least get some sense out of it. By the way, tell Melody to mind her own business, and to watch her tea. Snape and I get along very well as we all know, and all it takes is a letter from yours truly and he will do whatever I ask him. (Yeah, so that was a lie. How is Snape by the way? I don't see how anyone would volutarily spend more than a minute with him. I don't care if he's the greatest Potions master in all of England.)

Take care my Queen. I love you very much.
Harry.

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Dear Harry,

I'm sick! I have a sore throat, my head is killing me, and I suddenly realised why one can breath through ones nose. If you couldn't I would have been dead by now, that's why! Not to mention that I have crapload of essays that need correcting, plus Madame Pomfrey is away at some funeral and she won't be back until tomorrow!

For the first time since coming here I miss my mother. I wish I could be five again and then she could tuck me in and make me tea and tell me that everything would be fine. I would be in bed and I would be treated as royalty and everyone would have to do as I said or else face the wrath of my mother. No matter how much my mother annoys me, she does know how to make a fuzz over you when you are sick. I'll give her that.

I hate teaching and I wish I had never come here. It's probably some of the brats who has given me their cold. They all seem to have it these days! Germs, germs, germs, wherever you go. It's not safe! We should quarantine the lot of them. Would give me a break, as well. I need a break!

Christmas is in a month. I got a letter from Hermione today, and apparently the wedding will be on the 28th. And that when all I wanted this Christmas was to go away somewhere quiet and do nothing but eat and sleep. So much for that, I guess. It's not that I'm not happy for them, but they could have chosen some other time! Like February! Would have given me a perfect excuse to get away from school.

God, Harry, I am so not up for a wedding right now. And with them moving and everything I won't have a place to stay! Did they think about that perhaps? No, all they think about is how they're going to get married while I have to go back to live with my mother! I guess I could still keep the apartment, but it's just going to be stupid to pay all that money for an apartment that I hardly ever use. All I need it for is Christmas and summer, and I'm not going to pay thousands of galleons a month for that!

You know what, I think I'm going to write Hermione and tell her to postpone the wedding. I'm her Maid of Honour, and I wasn't even consulted! Besides, isn't the Maid of Honour supposed to like… do stuff before the wedding? Not that I've ever done anything like that before, but that's what one would think, isn't it? I don't see how I should have time for that, though. Oh, I know, I'll just squeeze it in between class and the mountain of essays I have to correct! Or maybe if I skip all the meals for a week I'll be able to do it between classes. Brilliant.

Yeah, I'll just write Hermione, tell her that if she wants me to be her Maid of Honour then she will have to postpone the whole thing. I don't have time for it, nor do I have the energy. All my energy has left with all the stuff I've blown out of my nose today.

Yes, I'll do that. I'll talk to you later.

Ginny.

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My dear Ginny,
First of all: don't write Hermione! Whatever you do, don't do that! She won't understand, and then she will get angry at you. And from someone who knows what he's talking about: having Hermione for an enemy is not something you want! We'll just figure out a way to get all your Maid of Honour stuff done. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.

Second: about the flat thing. Ron and Hermione are after all moving together which means I'll be without a flatmate as well. I guess I could live by myself, but I was thinking about something else. How about we sell your and Hermione's flat, then when you are home on holidays you can just stay with me. I have enough money to pay for it on my own so you won't have to worry about the expenses. I'm not sure how your mum would feel about it, but I know I would love it. Something tells me you may not be completely against it either. What do you say?

And sweetheart, I'm sorry you're sick. If there's anything I can do, let me know. I wish I was there to pamper you. I am quite a good pamperer if I may say so myself. By now Pomfrey should be back, though, and hopefully she will have you all fixed. By the way, don't quit school. You know you love it, you're just not feeling well and that makes everything ten times worse. Besides, I believe in you, and as much as I would love to have you here and with me, I know you're doing a great job at Hogwarts, and you would really regret it if you left. Do talk to Dumbledore about quarantining the students, though. You sound like you could use a student free day.

Let me know if I can do anything to help. And think about the flat thing. I would love to have you. And do get better!

Yours always,
Harry.

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To my patient and wonderful boyfriend,

First of all let me begin by saying: I'M SORRY! My last letter was so annoying and I was mean and rude and overall a not so very nice person. Please forgive me. To my defense I want to say that I am never particularly nice when I'm sick, and this last cold was evil. Evil, I say! I'm still not 100, but I'm steaming from the ears (yes, Madame Pomfrey is back at last) and I guess that's a good sign, if any. Again, I'm so sorry. I promise to be nicer in this letter.

Three weeks until Christmas. I talked to Hermione yesterday (she was in my fireplace) and we have worked out stuff for the wedding. And before you ask, no I didn't write her. Thankfully I got to my senses before I did something that drastic. You are right, Hermione is not someone you want for your enemy. Anyhow, we worked out a lot of stuff, and it doesn't seem as dreary now as it did a couple of days ago.

I also talked to my mum about the flat thing and she said (this is a direct quote): "I like Harry. I trust him. I'm not too excited about it, but Harry is an adult and I am sure he will know what is right". I think that's my mum's way of saying "Ginny we all know what a slag you are, but thankfully you have a responsible boyfriend who has never done anything wrong in his life and he will make sure you don't seduce him". I know you're laughing right now, and I was very close to tell my mother that I am a top seductress, and that you are more kinky than a lot of people would guess. But anyway, even though I wouldn't have listened to her had she said no, we do have her on our side, which means that we are now official flatmates! I think that is pretty exciting. Should be nice, actually, to live with someone male again. You can't spend all your life in a house with seven males and not get used to it. When I moved in with Hermione I have to admit it was all a little scary. Not that I spent that much time there, but you know. Either way, I'm happy that this has all worked out for the best, and I can't wait to come home for Christmas.

Do you know that muggle Christmas carol "I'll be home for Christmas"? I find it strangely appropriate. And yes, I do know my share of muggle carols. I have spent nineteen years with my dad, remember? I know quite a few muggle songs in general, actually. I happen to like them. Of course, they can never get better than the Weird Sisters, but some of it definitely has potential.

I have to run now, I have class in twenty minutes. It goes a lot better than one should think. Yesterday someone actually managed to turn their toothpick into a pin needle. Aren't you impressed? By me, I mean, who has taught someone something, and not just the bat-bogey hex (it was a big hit with the kids on my street. Don't tell mum, though) but something valuable. Of course, there are many doubts as to how useful it is to know basic Transfig. but as Professor McG says, "you have to know the basics to know the rest". So there.

I can't wait to see you again. By then I will hopefully have stopped steaming from the ears. Not that it is such an unpleasant experience, per se, it's more that it is very hard to take someone whose ears are steaming seriously.

Love you very much. Say hi to everyone.

Your,
Ginny.

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My dearest Ginny,

Short letter today I'm afraid. Going to a match in ten. Just wanted to say that the flat has been made ready for your arrival and I can't wait to have you here. I was at your parents' for dinner yesterday (wedding planning) and your mother and I had a nice long chat about you moving in with me. She seems to trust me, and although it's hard to know exactly what she meant by "you will look after her, won't you, Harry?" I do think she trusts you too. Of course, I personally don't understand why she shouldn't trust us. We don't do anything bad do we, Gin? No, that's what I thought. (I am wearing a cheesy grin right now, just thought you should know.)

Anyway, I have to run. See you in two weeks. I love you,

Harry.

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Harry,

I have great news. McG said I could go home early. She said that I wasn't needed anymore and that I should go home and take care of my "relations". When she said this she had a bit of a smirk (I though it was strange that Hermione smirked, but McGonagall?! What is the world coming to?) so I'm thinking that means "go home and take care of Harry". So here I am, the Express leaves in an hour, and by the end of the day I'll be at our house. Our house. I like the sound of that.

By the way, is it possible that you could meet me at King's Cross? The train arrives around nine I think. If you're not there I'll just get home by myself.

See you soon,

Gin.

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I'll be there.

Harry.

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