A/N: Come on, I want reviews! They keep me going! Thanks to you who reviewed, anyways. Tell me what you think about it. Although this is a short chappie, I hope you'll like it!

So. All I had to do is find myself and then Harry would like me? Should've been easy enough. Only it wasn't.

I had succeded in staying away from Harry almost the whole next day. But then it was dinner time. Damn. This time I walked down the stairs perfectly calm. On the outside anyway. And I didn't trip! Yay me! Filled with bravery after this success I briskly walked towards my empty chair. And believe it or not, I tripped. And fell. Again.

Damn. Damn my feet. Damn my walking. Damn my hair. Damn everything!... Damn.

For the second time in two days those strong arms gripped my upper arms and dragged me up to my feet. But this time he gently whipped away the floordust from my face. And I could've sworn I saw him looking into my eyes with... longing? Yikes. That was justtoo much. I had to get to my chair and sit down. And even before my butt had touched the wood I was completely convinced that the longing I thought I'd seen was just brotherly comradehood.

After all, I am his best friends little sister. Damn.

Harry sat down next to me, and quietly began to eat. Mum and dad was away, and would be the next few nights. So we had the Burrow all for ourselves. Yay. Or not.

We all went through the dinner quietly. Probably because Hermione was staring at Ron lovingly as if he was a little puppy. While he had his whole mouth filled with spaghetti, and some of it was even sticking out. Harry and I both understood they didn't even notice we were there when Hermione caught the end of a spaghetti straw and sucked it into her mouth until her and Rons lips met.

I stood up suddenly, but the love couple didn't even acknowledge it. Harry did. And when I went up to my room, he followed.

"Thank Merlin," he breathed as we ran into my room and closed the door in full panic. "That was beyond creepy. That was... that was... bad."

I looked at him.

"Well," he continued nervously, "I mean, it's not BAD bad, it's more 'oh Merlin, my two best friends are snogging right in front of me'-bad. You know?"

"I know," I said and sat down on my bed. "Only that to me it's like 'oh Merlin, my brother and my kinda-friend is snogging right in front of me'-bad. Plus the whole 'I may gag'-bad. But that's a whole other issue."

Harry threw back his head and laughed. A real laugh. And I'd made him do it! He sat down on the bed next to me, and I felt so proud when his green eyes sparkled as he smiled at me.

"Hey," I said, full of wonder, "I did that."

"What?"

I paused for a moment.

"I made your eyes sparkle."

Harrys smile vanished a little and he looked at me seriously.

"You do that a lot," he then said. Oh Merlin.

Then our faces were suddenly moving closer and then... I sneezed. Right in his face.

Harry looked surprised, and then he stood up.

"Ginny, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... oh, Merlin."

Then he excused himself and left!

So I came to this conclusion today: being a Weasley means sneezing at inappropriate times.

Damn.