A/N: I've written two new chapters of this story, so I hope you're happy. You better be! I actually rather like these two chapters, as opposed to the last one which was really, really crap. Anyway, the story continues, and I hope you'll enjoy and that you forgive me for not having updated in a while.

Dear Harry,

So I am back at Hogwarts at last. This Christmas has been the greatest Christmas ever, it even surpassed the one during my seventh year.

Tomorrow the students will I arrive, and I've spent all day trying to prepare myself for the upcoming week. So far I have had no luck. It's just so bloody hard to concentrate. I may sit down to do some writing, when I see the ring sitting on my hand, and then as if by magic I drift off into this world far far away from Hogwarts and classes and assignments. I'm blaming it all on you and your "let's get married" speech.

Not just that. Professor Janey (Muggle Studies) picked up a muggle cd player over Christmas break and he's been fiddling with it for days. He's finally gotten it to work and brought it to dinner today to show me. (I told him about dad and his obsession over muggle artefacts, and Janey automatically assumed that meant I was just as interested. Hah, shows you how good his people skills are!) Anyway, he had bought a cd also and you have no idea what song it was Prof. Janey played to prove to me that the cd player did indeed work. It was no other than "when I fall in love", and you know I'm not normally big on such mushy songs, but that particular song holds a special memory for me (you should know, as you were there also), and I was automatically taken back in time to that amazing day, and was only brought out of my reverie when Professor Snape (of all people!) made some snarky comment or the other about my "trip to the clouds" as he so eloquently called it. Charming fellow that Snape. Very charming indeed. Anyhow, at this point it was brought to my attention that the entire teaching staff at Hogwarts School of Wizarding and Witchcraft was watching me with badly hidden amusement. Apparently some idiot or the other (I'm guessing Hermione) has informed Prof. McGonagall about our engagement, and the good Professor couldn't help but share the happy news with the rest of the staff. I don't think I've ever been more embarassed than I was at the very moment. And like that wasn't enough, Melody (who is now officially my ex-friend) couldn't help but add that she had seen us together before Christmas and that we were "so sweet it's almost sickening" (her words, not mine).

Anyway, as you can probably imagine the time back has been eventful to the max and I already wish I was back in London. But alas, not such luck. I hope your first week back has been better, and also that everyone is treating you nicely.

I love you so much it's almost indecent,
Ginny.

Dear Ginny,

Thanks a million for you letter. I was hoping I'd get one from you today as I know you're the Letter Monster Incarnate. (And I mean that in the best way possible, of course. I don't know what I'd do without your letters.)

I'm sorry to hear that people are treating you badly at school. Please tell me if there is anything I can do. I'd be more than happy to hex Snape six ways till Sunday. (Just a suggestion. Gives me a chance to brush up on my hexes, also.) And do tell Melody to be nice or else I will do something that I'm not sure what is just yet. (Any ideas? Doesn't seem quite as fun to hex Melody, she is a nice girl, after all.)

My time back has been about as uneventful as yours. We've had practice all week, and then tomorrow we're playing the Harpies. If we win this match then we're at the top of the league, which is great. As you very well know the Cannons haven't really been at the top for quite a while. I mean, we've done pretty good the last couple of years, but we haven't won the league in ages, so if we do that this year then that will be fantastic. But, I'm guessing you're not really interested in Chudley Cannons: a History, as you probably get that from Ron a lot. I honestly don't know how you have managed to live with him for so many years and not go crazy. I stayed in a dorm with him for seven years and it was all I could do not to hex him every time he mentioned the Cannons, which basically was every third sentence. I swear, Ron's brain is divided into three parts: food, quidditch and Hermione. It's really quite fascinating.

Speaking of the happy couple. They came home from their honeymoon two days ago, and I was over at their new home for dinner today. Hermione made those great lamb chops, and we had a really good time. They showed me pictures from the trip and I tried to be very enthusiastic and happy about it. To tell you the truth though, the eight-seventh time Hermione showed me a picture of a sea turtle I was ready to scream. But, they thought it was brilliant, so who am I to protest? I also endured quite a lot of "why oh why didn't you tell us you had gotten engaged before we left?" insert Hermione going huffy here But in the end I got them to understand that it was all for the best (at least I got Ron to understand that) and that we only wanted them to be able to focus on the honeymoon instead of us. They also wanted me to send their love if I talked to you, so consider it sent.

I'm guessing classes have begun by the time you get this letter and I hope you're doing ok. If you need any help don't hesitate to ask. As a matter of fact, if it was for a good cause (such as helping out at Hogwarts) John might actually give me a couple of days off. At least one. That might be an idea to process further.

But now I have to run because I have an early match tomorrow, and I need my sleep. Have a good day!

I love you,
Harry.

My dear and beautiful Harry,

I just wanted to take a moment and thank you for being so normal. (In the loosest sense of the word, of course.) I've just had the pleasure (?) of having tea with our favourite Potions Master. Yes, can you believe it, Professor Snape asked me to his office for tea. I thought for sure I was going to have a stroke, I haven't had a decent conversation with him all year, only sarcastic comments and scathing remarks, and all of a sudden he wants to have tea. I spent quite a while trying to find out if he was making fun of me or if he actually meant it, and eventually I found out that yes, he really did wish to have tea with me. (I'm sorry if I'm repetitive, I'm just trying to convince myself it actually happened.) So, we agreed to meet in his office at six o' clock and that I didn't have to bring anything, he would get everything that was necessary. At this point I got kind of suspicious again, but he snarled something along the lines of "if you think I will risk everything just so I can have the pleasure of poisoning you, Weasley, you are very mistaken" which was such a Snape-ish thing to say that I knew he had to be telling the truth.

I went to his office at the time we had agreed upon, and we sat down to drink tea. I swear I have never felt as uncomfortable before in my entire life. And not just that, watching Snape, the incarnation of slimy git drinking tea is also something you don't see very often. Anyway, we were drinking tea without saying anything, when at last I couldn't help it, I spoke. (Yes, I lost a staring contest with Snape, but I had to do something or I would've died.) I asked in my most polite voice (the one I reserve for slimy gits) why he had wanted me to come. I was sure it wasn't just so that he could have the pleasure of watching me burn my tongue on his scoldingly hot tea, although I'm sure he enjoyed that also. And then, for the first time in my life, Snape's gaze – brace yourself – faltered! I was so shocked I didn't know what to say, so I just stared at him. I tried my best to think of what I had said but I couldn't think of anything that could cause such a reaction. While I looked at him I could clearly see that he tried to find the best words to say but that he was having some serious problems. I asked him if he was ok, whereupon he lifted his head and glared at me. (Thankfully. I immediately felt better. A glaring Snape I can handle. A nervous one – not so much.) Then he spoke, and the words that came out were so bizarre that I still wonder exactly what they were. He said "I need a gift suggestion for Auriga. It's her birthday and I need to know what to get her"! Please remember that you heard if from me first: Professor Snape is dating Professor Sinistra! At first I was so shocked I had no idea what to say. Eventually I managed to stutter a confused "what?", before returning to my previous staring. So Snape explained (with much coughing and stuttering (!) on his part) that he and Professor Sinistra (or Auriga as he calls her. I guess that's not too weird as it is her first name, but to hear Snape call one of the Professors by their first name is so bizarre) have been going out since the beginning of the school year, and now her birthday is coming up and he needs to find a good present to get her. Apparently the gift he had gotten her for Christmas had been really crap (my words. He said something like "she didn't appreciate the efforts he had put into finding her a suiting present". In my head this translates to his gift was crap and now Prof. Sinistra is pissed off) and that he wanted to get her something good for her birthday to make up for it. Now here's the interesting part. (Because the previous has only been disturbing.) I asked him why the hell he asked me of all people for help, and he said that I had a boyfriend (talk about stating the obvious) and that at some point you must have given me a birthday and/or Christmas present. Of course I couldn't tell him that for my birthday you came to visit and we didn't go to Howsmeade, nor could I say that for Christmas you and I spent the entire day with no one else but ourselves and that was the best Christmas present I ever could have gotten. So I just said something along the lines of "I don't really think it's any of your business what presents Harry give me", to which he suddenly had a blessed relapse back to his own self and said "so Potter isn't very good at giving gifts, either, is he?". Had it not been for the "either" I think I would have gotten a little annoyed, but that one word made the whole situation so absurd. All of a sudden it hit me what was happening and I couldn't help but burst into insane laughter. At first Snape looked surprised, then he got angry. He got up, took away my cup and I could have sworn I saw him reach for his wand. Instead he went to open the door as a signal for me to leave.

"I realise now that I misjudged your character, Weasley, and I never should have asked you to come. Now promise me that you will never speak of this to a living soul or I swear I will make the remainder of your school year a very painful one," he said and that just made the whole deal even more hysterical. He honestly believed I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I guess he was delusional from having to reveal his innermost secrets to one of his sworn enemies. I kept laughing, of course, but before I left I managed to say that he should buy her perfume or jewellery or something, that women always like getting that, or maybe a nice book if he thought maybe she would like that. Then I all but fell out of his office, and I barely managed to pull myself together enough to walk back to my room without looking like a complete moron. Once back here I had another fit of hysterical laughter, and I'm laughing even as I write this.

So now you know what an eventful day today has been. God Harry, can you understand how anyone would want to date Snape? I always though Sinistra was a clever lady. A little weird, yes, but what person at this school isn't? I honestly never imagined her to be the kind of person who would brave the fire-breathing dragon, aka Professor Severus Snape. Well, I guess that just proves that quiet water does indeed run deep, and also that love makes blind.

I hope you do your best to spread this history to everyone you know, and then I will make sure every person I meet will know.

I love you, and thank you again for being normal,
Yours,
Ginny.

Dear Ginny,

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the last letter. I don't think I've laughed this much since… well since ever, really. I swear I was laughing so hard people must have thought I had lost my marbles once and for all. And then Ron came over a little later and I read him the letter, and while I read I was laughing so much that I had to stop for breath about every second line. Once I had read the letter to Ron he flooed Hermione and she came over so that we could tell her everything. Ron has also made me promise to bring the letter to the Burrow on Sunday for the family dinner so that everyone there can know.

You truly are the best girlfriend ever, and I hope you're not messing with me, because then I will be heartbroken.

If you see Prof. Sinistra tell her from me that she is out of her bloody mind, and also that I am in great awe of her bravery. Then ask her if she needs new glasses and that I know of a very good eye doctor if she needs any recommendations.

I have to run now to xerox the letter and pass it out to everyone I meet.

Thank you again, and you're welcome,
Harry.

To Mr. Harry James Potter,

Dear Sir,

It has been brought to our attention that you have not spent any time with your girlfriend and fiancée since this past Christmas. Seeing as your girlfriend is a very demanding person we find it necessary to take it upon ourselves to arrange a meeting between Ms. Weasley and yourself. Your presence is therefore expected at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade Village, Monday 14 February at 6pm. Ms Weasley will be waiting for you there.

Sincerely,
The Organisation In Charge of the Mental Health and Well-Being of Ms. Ginevra Weasley.

PS: Please RSVP ASAP

PPS: I love you

Dear random person who wrote me this note,

Count me in.

Sincerely,
Harry J. Potter.

PS: Ditto.

A/N part 2: The Snape/Sinistra ship is something I see more and more in fanfics these days and I should say that I don't really ship Snape/Sinistra in canon, but I think it makes a fun fanon element. There is something really alluring and hilarious about romantic!Snape. Seriously, though, who would want to date Snape!