I was completely heartbroken. So I did what all girls would do in my place.

I assembled a best girlfriend, a pyjamas, a bed and massive amounts of ice cream. It's compulsery, really.

"Hermioneeee," I whined, "I'm going to tell you something now, and I say this in complete confidence, 'kay?"

Hermione nodded vigorously.

"Of course, of course."

Taking a deep breath, I spoke.

"Men," dramatic pause, "are jerks."

Hermione nodded even more vigorously.

"Of course, of course!"

Whoa, we really were on a sugar high. A manhating sugar high.

"They are just so... annoying!" I practically spat out. "Did you know this?"

"Of course I do!" Hermione stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm dating your brother!"

"Point taken."

Half an hour of manhating sugarhighing later a faint knock was heard from the door.

"Yeah?" asked Hermione in an irritated tone.

"Honey?" Rons voice could be heard. "Harry and I made dinner, are you two coming down soon?"

"We bloody well are not!" Hermione shouted. "Now sod off!"

Ron whimpered and Harry could be heard mumbling something to him.

"Right well, we'll keep the food warmed up for you two!"

"Thanks," Hermione said and then adding under her breath, "you stupid git."

When I was sure the boys had left the hall, I turned to Hermione.

"I kissed Harry yesterday." It was a fair statement.

Hermione yelped and fell straight off the bed.

"You did, you k-, you sn-, what?" Boy, the sugar was really getting to her. "Oh Merlin, Gin, that's wonderful!"

"Well, don't pick out the wedding dress just yet," I said while helping her back up using just one hand as the other was occupied with an exceptionally large spoon of ice cream. "He didn't want me to."

"Oh Gin!"

I waved my spoon, accidentally getting some ice cream in Hermiones hair. But she didn't seem to notice so I pretended I didn't either.

"Yeah, I know. Let's just eat the sugary icy deliciousness and get on with it." Which she did.

I have never been happier to have Hermione as a friend.

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The dinner was really awkward. Ron was glaring at Hermione who, now coming down from the high, tried to act normally but failed to fork a single potatoe. I was looking down at my plate and mostly moving the food around. I don't know what Harry was doing. Probably laughing at me inwardly.

Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. I just stood up and walked out of the kitchen and straight up to my room. I didn't even care that both Ron and Hermione was calling outfor me, I just cared about that Harry didn't. That broke my heart all over again.

Until I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Come in, you git," I grumbled. I didn't know who was at the door but at that perticular moment pretty much everyone was gits in my opinion.

The door opened, and in came Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived.

"Hey," he said in a calm voice, "how are you, Gin?"

"Just smashing," I snorted. "As is you, I suppose?"

He shrugged.

"Not really. Look, I -"

"Yeah yeah," I sighed while waving my hands, "I know the routine, I'm you best mates sister, I'm to little, I'm not pretty enough -"

"Actually," Harry interrupted, "you wrong on all accounts. Except being my best mates sister. That you are."

I glared at him.

"Don't you think I'm a git you even feel guilty to have touched?" I asked coldly. "Don't you regret it?"

He just stared at me with a confused look.

"What are you talking about?"

I sighed, this boy was bloody thick.

"When I kissed you, you said the words 'git', 'feeling guilty' and 'regret later'. It's rather obvious how you feel about me."

"Yeah I thought it was," he said, scratching his neck, "but clearly not."

I looked up at him. What was he saying here?

"Gin," he said while sinking down on his knees before me, as I sat on my bed, and taking my hands, "I said I was a git, I was feeling guilty, and you'd regret it later."

From the confused look on my face, I guess he thought he should continue.

"I thought I'd been pressuring you into kissing me," he hesitated and then continued, "Ginny, I've fancied you for quite a while now. I thought you knew, but that you had come over the crush you had on me before -"

I couldn't take it anymore. It felt like my heart was bursting. So I kissed him. I snogged him senseless for at least half an hour.

So I came to this conclusion today: men are absolutely fabulous!

Huh. Who would've known.

A/N: Thank you all SO MUCH for the reviews on the last chappie!This is ALMOST it! An epilogue will be added soon. So, as it is, this story will soon be over. What do you think of it? Please review.

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