Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Harry Potter, I would be rubbing it in someone's face instead of writing fanfiction about it.
A/N: Ugh… I feel awful. Really, really bad… I know I said I'd update every four days. But I was on vacation and camp and all that! I swear I'll work harder now… Heh. Just read the chapter, please.
Back Into My Heart
Chapter 3: Cathy's Visit
Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life.
-Unknown
"Mum is nuts that you're back." Ron and Harry were talking together as they finished off a midnight snack.
"Yeah, it's great seeing everyone again. Six months at auror training with no breaks makes you starving for your mum's food," said Harry.
"Or any real food, for that matter," Ron agreed.
"And it's weird not seeing Ginny, or Fred and George, for that long, after all the time at Hogwarts together." Harry finished off a piece of cake, and reached for some doughnuts Mrs. Weasley kept hidden in the cupboard.
"Yeah, mate. Ginny's changed a bit, hasn't she?" Ron smirked, but Harry didn't notice.
"Looks different, and she's acts different too. Quieter, you know," Harry told.
"Wonder why…" Ron trailed off, still watching his friend, who shrugged.
"She's seventeen now. Nothing's wrong though, right?" Harry glanced up.
"No, and she hasn't had a boyfriend in ages. Can't say I'm too upset though." Ron said, grinning.
"You never did like Michael Corner, Dean, Kevin, Anthony, or any of Ginny's other boyfriends. Just being overprotective, eh?" Harry laughed and asked.
"That was most of it. Being overprotective," told Ron.
"What was the rest?"
"Well, I'm not sure, really. I just knew that there was someone else she should be with." Ron stopped talking and Harry didn't ask any more questions.
The two sat at the Weasley kitchen table for a few minutes, before Ron interrupted the silence again.
"Anyone at auror training caught your eye?" Ron asked, his face blank.
"Not really. I'm not really dating right now. Just… not interested, I guess," said Harry.
"Any particular reason?" Ron's face remained empty.
"Not really. There's just no one I feel like dating. Maybe one day though." Harry put his dish in the sink.
"All right, mate. Ready to sleep?"
"Yeah," Harry yawned suddenly.
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Hey, Gin. For your information, my parents did let me come. And I didn't ask! I told them –politely, but still- that I was spending some time at your house. Probably just a night for now, but whatever. But, no way! HARRY? You don't still like him though… right? Cause if you do, and you haven't told me, you're dead. Well, talk to you soon. I should floo over about the time you get this letter… -Cathy
Ginny stood up, having finished reading the letter, and looked up at her fireplace. Still Cathyless."Cathy's coming over, eh?" George's voice came from over Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny jumped a little, and turned around. "Merlin, George, you shouldn't read over people's shoulders. It's a personal letter!"
"No, its not," Fred said, suddenly appearing.
"Not from Cathy," George agreed.
"That good girl." Fred and George shook their heads.
"Never gets in trouble."
"No fun at all."
Ginny laughed and hit the nearest twin. "Shut up. She doesn't know any better!"
"We should have fun tonight," Fred cackled and they apparated upstairs.
Ginny laughed again, thinking about how crazy her family was. Poor Cathy. There was likely to be an explosion or something. She had seen the smirks on her brothers' faces lately when they huddled together whispering and glancing around. Those smirks were not good signs.
"Gin! Hey!" Cathy's greeting was surprisingly excited, as they had only been apart for a few days.
"Cath! Hey!" Ginny mocked her friend and hugged her.
Cathy's nose wrinkled. "Ew. Not Cath, Ginny. Anything but Cath."
"Even Cathina?" Ginny made up, and both girls giggled.
"It's better than Cath!"
"Not really, Cathina."
"Then, you're Ginina!" Cathy burst into giggles on Ginny's couch.
"Uh uh!" Ginny protested. "Fine, just forget the whole thing."
"Okay, then," Cathy said.
"So… you wanna go unpack? You'll be in my room tonight. Unless you want the couch. But I've got an extra mattress in my closet we can get out."
"I think I'll take the mattress over the couch," Cathy chose. Then she lowered her voice. "So… where is he?" she whispered, looking around the room as if he might be hiding behind a chair or some furniture.
"I think him and Ron are still asleep. We can go see," said Ginny and a smile appeared on Cathy's face.
"What, you want to catch him in his pajamas?" Cathy teased.
"No!" Ginny said quickly.
"So you want him without his pajamas?" Cathy laughed as Ginny turned pink, which clashed horribly with her hair.
"Shut up, Cathina."
The two walked upstairs to Ginny's room, where a space on the floor was cleared for an extra mattress, which Cathy got out of the closet.
"It's hard as a rock!" Cathy complained, sitting on it and opening her bag.
"Yes, but we are of age!" Ginny grinned. "Hartesofa!"
Immediately Cathy sank a few inches into the mattress. She lay back on the bed, squishing into it a bit, and sat back up.
"Much better. Where'd you learn that spell, anyway?"
"Well, unlike some people, I didn't spend my last year at Hogwarts single for nothing. I was in the library, looking up useful spells to learn all year and a bit of the end of sixth year for the summer some of the time. Mostly prank spells… but a few others too," Ginny admitted.
"Aren't we diligent?" joked Cathy, looking amused. "I thought you were off snogging someone all the time. Hmm."
"Well, I haven't snogged a single person since sixth year," Ginny said defensively.
"You go, Ginny. I haven't snogged someone since… a few days ago, before we left Hogwarts," said Cathy thoughtfully.
"Eddy, right? Yeah." Eddie was Cathy's boyfriend of a few months. Some thought it was odd that Cathy had a boyfriend, yet Ginny didn't, but neither girl cared or compared the other to herself.
Ginny helped Cathy throw her stuff out of her bag and onto Ginny's floor and dresser, and the girls spent a while, each laying on their own bed, talking about everything under the sun.
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"Gin! Cathy!" Harry burst open the door to Ginny's room, with Ron right behind him.
"We're changing!" Ginny yelled and dropped to the other side of her bed. The two guys quickly turned around.
"Not really. You should knock though, you know," Ginny said. She stood up and laughed with Cathy at the guys' faces.
Harry laughed. "Sorry," he said, but Ron rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?" Cathy asked, but Ginny was trying not to turn pink at the sound of Harry's laugh.
Harry opened his mouth but Ron beat him to it. "We wanted to know if you'd join us for a little bit of degnoming in the garden," he said, grinning.
"Why?" Ginny asked, knowing that they could do it alone in a few minutes.
"Because we're doing a length-throwing contest. And who-can-knock-them-out-first contest." Harry grinned.
"You just want us to help you," Cathy accused, hiding a smile.
"That too," Ron admitted.
"But it'll be fun!" convinced Harry.
"Yeah, okay. Now?" Ginny said.
"Uh huh," the guys said.
"Meet you in the garden soon as we get the others." The two apparated and Ginny turned to Cathy.
"He's even hotter than at Hogwarts." Cathy grinned, looking at the space he had stood in before apparating.
Ginny lightly hit her friend, but agreed. "And that's not the only reason I'm… he's so wonderful. Can't you tell?"
"He's great. Is he much different from Hogwarts?" asked Cathy.
"Sort of. More mature, but still more carefree. I guess because Voldemort's gone. But then all those people died… its nice not having him worried all the time though."
Cathy nodded. "Well, you wanna do those contest things now?"
"Why not?" asked Ginny and both went downstairs.
The girls walked outside to where a few gathered, laughing at Ron's antics with a garden gnome.
"So they dragged you into this too?" laughed Hermione upon seeing Cathy and Ginny.
"Yup. Sounded kind of funny though." Ginny pointed at Ron, who was trying to shake the gnome off his finger.
Hermione laughed, shook her head, and continued to watch Ron, while Ginny turned her head to see Harry. He was standing with Fred and George, near Ron. She saw his green eyes sparkle when he laughed with the twins, and remembered how it had been in her sixth year, with the Final Battle drawing closer.
Ginny and Hermione had forced Harry to tell them about the prophecy during his sixth year, while Ron had been clueless that anything was bothering him. Harry hadn't been laughing, and rarely smiled then. But in his seventh year he hadn't even talked to them unless they started a conversation, thinking he needed to distance himself from them so they wouldn't get harmed.
"Gin!" Harry called, as Ginny stared at him but couldn't hear him.
"Yeah?" she asked, again turning pink as she realized she had been gazing at him for a while. Ginny groaned inside as she remembered how horribly pink clashed with her hair, even though it had turned auburn.
"Here's my watch. Will you be keep time when we see who can knock them out first?" Harry asked and grinned at her.
"Sure." Ginny fumbled for his watch when he threw it to her and glanced at it.
"Thanks, Gin." Harry turned around.
"Who's first?" she asked.
"That would be me, dearest Gin." George said the last word in a teasing manner where only she could hear him.
Ginny looked up sharply at him. "Go ahead right… now."
It always took a while to knock garden gnomes out, and it wouldn't hurt them very much. After George was Fred, who beat his twin by six seconds, followed by Hermione who couldn't knock them out at all. Harry surprised the group when his was unconscious in eleven seconds, and Cathy didn't participate at all. But Ron, with nine seconds won, and got to knock all the rest out as a prize, which was Fred and George's idea.
Ginny recollected her personal record of twenty one seconds, which she beat by four seconds. She had noticed that Harry watched her, with that crazy grin and sparkling eyes of his, furtively during her turn. She also saw that Ron noticed the look Harry had with a smug smile.
"Er, here's your watch, Harry." Ginny handed it back to him and he thanked her, smiling. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look and Ginny frowned.
"What was that little look?" she whispered to Hermione.
Hermione raised her eyebrows quickly. "What look?" she whispered back
Ginny rolled her eyeballs and looked away to where the other contest started. By now Mr. Weasley had found them and insisted on joining them. He eagerly picked up a running garden gnome and slung it by the foot.
"Pitiful, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley came out of no where grabbed a gnome.
"Seventy feet, mum!" Ron looked amazed at his mother, who was brushing her hands off, looking proud.
Although all the others –even Cathy- tried, no one could beat Mrs. Weasley's record and it was decided that she won the second contest.
The group gathered again in the Weasley kitchen and Fred and George nodded at each other. In an instant the two had taken out their wands and a large plaque was on the kitchen wall. It read:
Molly Prewett WeasleyWinner of the 'Who Can Sling the Garden Gnome the Farthest?' Contest
As of December 20, 1998
Sixty-nine feet and two inches
Weasley Record
"Wow, mum." Ron gaped at the plaque and Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen, acting as though the happy blush on her face didn't exist. Ron turned to his brothers. "How did you do that? With the perfect inscription and all?" he asked amazedly.
The twins grinned. "Ask us no questions, and we'll tell you no lies," they chorused one of their favorite lines.
Bill gave a small smile when he looked at Fleur, who was talking animatedly to Hermione about the French culture. The sly look in Bill's eye didn't go unnoticed by Ginny. She looked to Cathy and tugged on her sleeve.
"What?" Cathy asked, having turned away from Charlie, who she was talking to.
She hadn't turned all the way around when Fleur shrieked.
"Zit is ze garden gnome!" she screamed.
There was a garden gnome repeatedly slamming into the side of her head.
"Get zis zing out of my hair!"
"Calm down, Fleur! It's not hurting you!" Hermione yelled, glaring at the twins and taking out her wand. She quickly muttered a spell and Fleur closed her mouth, but continued to look around wildly.
"What was… Hermione!" She said, patting her hair at first, but then shouting again and pointing at the space above Hermione's head.
Hermione looked up and several garden gnomes dropped on top of her.
"Fred! George!" Hermione used her Head Girl voice from under a few gnomes.
But Fred and George were looking around in amazement, and Bill and Charlie were laughing their heads off.
Soon the gnomes were hitting everyone except the two oldest brothers.
Ron completely lost his head. "Dark magic!" he bellowed and threw himself on the floor.
"With garden gnomes?" Cathy asked unbelievingly and waved her wand. The current gnomes disappeared but more kept coming.
"UGH!" Ginny closed her eyes and slashed her wand.
Charlie and Bill looked at the ceilling, pretending to be innocent. Ginny glared at them and walked towards them angrily along with the other females that had been attacked.
Just as Ginny raised her arm to make their reproductive organs disappear, Harry began laughing. Ginny and the other mad young women struggled to keep straight faces, but eventually all were laughing. Charlie and Bill gave nervous chuckles and disapparted.
"They are so cowardly," Hermione muttered where Ginny could hear it and she agreed.
"We'll get all the guys later," Cathy said, smiling with thoughts of revenge.
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George heard this and apparated away, maybe to the same unknown place the two others had gone.
Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "Whatever are we going to do with them?"
"We can think of something," Cathy said.
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"Thought of anything to bother the guys with?" Cathy asked. She was sprawled on her mattress next to Hermione, and Fleur sat up on Ginny's bed with her.
"Not really. We could always just find them and attack them with spells. Tickling charm, Bat Bogey Hex…" Ginny flopped back onto her bed. "But it still wouldn't beat what they did. Unless we hit them really good."
"We can do that if we can't think of anything else," said Hermione. She acted as though it were a business meeting instead of a pranking scheme.
"Anyone know any unusal hexes?" Fleur said with her heavy French accent.
"I know a few, but nothing we could use on them without getting in trouble with Mum and Dad," Ginny admitted sadly and all the girls cracked up.
"Yeah. IS THERE NOTHING WE CAN DO?" Cathy shouted at the ceiling.
"Hush, Cathy! Zey will here you!" said Fleur urgently.
"It's fine; I put a spell around the room," Hermione reassured. "But does everyone just want to do Ginny's first idea?"
They all looked at each other glumly and made noises of consent.
"Merlin, you guys! It's not that bad. We can use some right… interesting spells on them," Ginny lectured.
"Yes, honestly! Remember the charm we learned in the last meeting of DA?" A gleam appeared in Hermione's eyes.
The young women, except Fleur, nodded and the charm was explained to Fleur. Soon they were all naming spells, some that the others had never heard of. They had an entire strategy before long.
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"Incarcerous!" Ginny yelled, Hermione having bust down the door to the kitchen with a severing charm. The girls found Ron, Harry, the twins, Bill, and Charlie sitting at the kitchen table playing exploding snap, but Bill was now bound to his chair.
"Expelliarmus," Fred said calmly, and Fleur's wand flew across the room.
"We were wondering when you guys would find us." George grinned and ducked from a curse sent by Cathy. He straightened up. "Oh, so this is war, is it? Engorgio!"
Hermione shrieked as her ears began growing larger and larger. Waving her hands in the air, she shot Ginny a desperate look.
"Finite Incantem!" Ginny hesitated, but said.
Hermione waved at her and turned to Charlie.
"Rictusempra!" she said.
But Charlie was too fast. "Protego!" A temporary shield went around him, but it soon went away and Hermione cast a confundus charm on him.
"Ginny! Watch it!" Cathy shrieked quickly.
Ginny turned around and saw a dungbomb coming towards her with George standing behind it. She banished it back towards her brother, and the bomb exploded on his face.
"Now ze room stinks!" Fleur wrinkled her nose in between dodging spells from Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Fleur's complaining and waved her wand, making the room smell normal.
"Gin," Harry called from behind her.
Ginny turned midway around and raised her wand, but Harry grinned and shot a spell.
"Dammit, Harry!" Ginny laughed, as she was hit with a tickling charm. "Expell- Expelliar-" She tried to get him back but fell into the counter giggling. She sat down and knew her red cheeks would be explained as an effect of the charm, even though they weren't.
"Incarcerous!" said two female voices, and Ron and George fell to the floor.
"Finite Incantem!" Fred took a leaf out of Ginny's book and Charlie came out of his confusion spell. He then turned to Cathy and put her in a bewitched sleep, but hurriedly summoned a cushion to go under her before she fell.
With an unexpected, extra loud CRACK!, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared in the middle of the raging prank war. Mr. Weasley had a shocked expression on his face which soon turned to amused. However, Mrs. Weasley's hands were over her mouth as she realized the state of her kitchen door, as well as the rest of her kitchen.
"Reparo!" she said, and then her children and the others noticed her arrival. Most had thought the cracks of their apparition were spells.
Mrs. Weasley turned her murderous face, which was actually holding down a small smile, towards those younger than her. Mr. Weasley stood behind her laughing silently at the ingeniousness of his children and guests.
"Who started this, now? Answer me!"
A few of their eyes glanced at Ginny, who cast the first spell, and quickly back to Mrs. Weasley, but she was staring at Fred and George.
"Was it you, my fourth and fifth sons?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her expression neutral.
"Ginny cast the first spell, Mum!" Ron blurted out, and Ginny and the others glared at him. He shrugged and stepped backward a bit.
"Oh, did you, Ginevra?" asked Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny flushed at the use of her full name.
"Mum," she groaned. "Not Ginevra."
"Of course, dear. Never Ginevra." Mrs. Weasley smiled to herself. "But what was the meaning of this… war?"
The group remained silent.
"Very well; I give up. Besides, it's holidays, right dear?" she asked her husband.
Everyone in the room gaped at the Weasley matriarch, who only smiled. Harry tore his eyes away from Mrs. Weasley and grinned at Ginny, who smiled back feebly, wondering why she suddenly felt odd yet wonderful.
"Continue," she said, and left the room, beckoning Mr. Weasley to follow her. She shut the newly repared door with a smile.
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Ginny walked down the hallway towards her room. On the way, she heard two familiar voices having a serious conversation in Ron and Harry's room.
"Don't think I didn't notice everything, Potter," said Ron grimly.
"Er, what?" Harry asked, clearly confused.
"Don't play dumb with me!" Ron roared. Then in a nicer tone, "Actually, I don't care if you like my sister. Really, I don't."
There was a moment of stunned silence on Harry's part.
"What are you talking about?" Ginny could see Harry in her head, his green eyes no longer sparkling, and his hand running through his hair.
"Ginny," Ron told simply. "Are you saying you don't like her?"
"No, no," Harry said hurriedly. "I mean, I like her, but not like that!"
"What?" Ron asked, completely taken aback. "But even Hermione said so! You know she's always right about these things!"
"Maybe this is the one where she's wrong. Ginny is great –really great actually- but… I just don't know. I'm more at the career part of my life than girls. You know that, right?" Harry explained sincerely.
"Yeah, whatever, mate. So no girls at all?" said Ron in a concerned tone.
"Not right now, I guess."
"All right," he said in a 'It's your funeral' tone of voice.
Ginny leaned against the wall and slid down to where she was sitting on the floor. What had he just said? He didn't like her… he didn't want to be with anyone… Ginny got up hurriedly when she heard them about to leave the room. She quickly went down the hall and locked herself in the bathroom.
Ginny breathed in and out slowly, sitting on the closed toilet. She had just begun to like him! She wasn't even sure yet, and all of a sudden she found out… that… he wasn't going to like her any time soon. Maybe –and probably- never. Ginny's head began to hurt and she pinched the bridge of her nose, tilting her head on the wall.
Her eyesight went blurred as unwanted tears came to her eyes. Ginny leaned her head back, willing herself not to cry over nothing. She breathed in deeply, but it didn't help. One tear spilled down her cheek, and Ginny buried her face in her hands as more and more came.
She sighed, wondering why she was crying. It was just Harry… she wasn't even sure if she fancied him or not.
Ginny did like his smile… and his eyes… especially how he ran his hand through his hair. She wondered how it would feel to have his hand through her hair… Ginny shook her head quickly. He was so nice though… and she always loved being around him…
Why had she stopped fancying him in third year? Because he didn't like her… He didn't ask her to the Yule Ball. But Ginny realized she never really stopped liking him. And she started crying again.
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"Ginny!" Cathy's voice came from the other side of the bathroom door. "Are you in there?"
Ginny opened her eyes. She had almost drifted off to sleep, not wanting to leave the bathroom. She looked at her watch and realized she'd been in there for a half hour.
"Er, yeah. If you'll believe it, I actually fell asleep when I sat down to… get the soap I dropped under the sink." Ginny faked a laugh which Cathy either believed or didn't bother asking about.
"'Kay. Well, I was wondering if you wanna come with me to get some pictures for my Christmas 1998 part of my scrapbook…"
"Oh, sure." Ginny stood up and looked in the mirror, and –still seeing traces of tears- splashed her face with cold water. She looked up satisfied and opened the door.
Cathy stood there solicitously, but smiled when she saw Ginny. She searched her friend's face and held her camera up.
"Got a new camera from Mum and Dad. An early part of my Christmas gift, they said," Cathy explained, looking almost lovingly at the item in her hands.
Ginny held out her hand for the camera and turned it over. "It's nice. You'll get some great pictures. But you have to give me copies!" Ginny grinned, pushing The Harry Matter to the back of her mind for then.
"Of course," Cathy said, happy now that Ginny was fine.
"So where first? Oh, how about some inside pictures first?"
"Yeah, we can sneak up on the others. Natural pictures always turn out so much better!" Cathy nodded enthusiastically and they searched the upstairs for any moving being.
Fleur was found sitting on her mattress in Hermione and her guest room. She was holding a picture of her and Bill sitting on the Weasley couch laughing and talking.
Ginny and Cathy snuck into the room where Fleur could neither hear nor see them, and Cathy quickly took a picture of Fleur with a tender expression on her face.
She looked up, having noticed the flash, and smiled at the two.
"Holiday photography?" Fleur teased.
"Just going around for whatever we can get," Cathy clarified.
"Yeah, but don't worry. It was a good picture of you." Ginny grinned.
"Oh, zat is good. Would you send me a copy once you have developed ze picture, please?"
"Of course," said Cathy graciously.
"Yes. See you later!" The two girls left the room.
Several more pictures were taken of those in the Weasley household. There were a few with Fred and George that Ginny knew she would look at later and bust out laughing, wondering what was happening there.
"Let's get some outside now!" Cathy directed. "We can get some good shots out in the yard and around the outside of the house. I'd like to go to the village, but it'll be dark before we get there."
"Yeah, there are some good shots at the village," Ginny agreed.
Cathy colored. "Well, that too, being my first reason. But… I mean I know I have a boyfriend and I like him very much, but there was a mighty nice-looking guy at the village when I got in from the train station."
"Oh, yeah?" Ginny laughed at her friend's embarassed face. "What'd he look like?"
"Well…" Cathy looked as though there was a picture in her mind she was gazing at. "Light-coloured brown hair and the best blue-green eyes you'll ever see. I think he was a year or two older than us. And about this much taller than me." Cathy motioned with her hands.
"Lightly tanned skin?" Ginny asked, trying to remember the young man from the day before.
"Yeah." Cathy looked at her strangely. "Seen him before?"
"I think so. Yesterday. Quite good-looking." Both grinned.
"Well, I'm not single. And I'm perfectly happy with that. But you are, my dear Ginny." Cathy giggled at the surprised look on Ginny's face.
"Harry…"
"Yes, I know about him," Cathy interuppted. "But, Gin, you can't just wait around forever. He did say he wasn't interested in girls right now. And you're seventeen! Have some fun!" Ginny had told Cathy about the conversation she had overheard. But Ginny couldn't believe what she was hearing was coming from her best friend, quiet little Cathy.
Ginny grinned. "That's right. I still… really, really like Harry. But I shouldn't worry myself to death over him. Not at my last year of Hogwarts!"
"Exactly!" Cathy exclaimed, pleased, and the two girls walked outside.
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Ginny walked back to her room after supper, wanting to get something there to show Cathy, who was waiting downstairs. Everyone was still in the dining room talking, and Ginny could hear the happy din of voices as she walked past Ron's room.
Again, she heard two people talking in Ron and Harry's room, but this time they weren't serious voices. They were playful…
"I love you, 'Mione," Ron was whispering.
Ginny froze, not wanting them to hear her walking outside. She leaned to the side, and saw Ron and Hermione snogging.
She bit her lip, seeing how happy they were together, and a little grossed out at seeing her brother kissing someone. But there was also a tiny bit of jealousy, that they had each other. Ginny wanted someone… Harry really. But who did Harry want? No one. And Ginny continued walking, but in the back of her head remembered Cathy's words and smiled a little bit.
A/N: Whew! There it is. Somehow, the ending of chapters is always easier to write. Sorry about any typos, I don't feel like checking 5000 words… heh.
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