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Summary: These are basically a few missing moments from Half-Blood Prince. The reason I am doing this is because I am incredibly dissatisfied with most of the ones milling about there, featuring a completely Harry obsessed Ginny. If anyone read the now famous interview J.K. shared with Mugglenet creator Emerson and Leaky Cauldron founder Melissa, they would have realized that she basically said that Ginny had to get over Harry for him to notice her. I have decided to keep up that notion in my own ficlet. Will probably not be longer than 4 chapters

This is Ginny Weasley's journal, but I am not dating it, because no one reads the dates anyways. The entry numbers are random, because I am not going to even try and pretend that I entered all of them, I just wanted to insert the ones that I felt showed a change in her relationship with Harry or events that are particularly important to each other.

There's an X-Men 2 reference in this one. I felt it worked a little too perfectly to not put it in. Free virtual hugs to anyone who gets it!

Now, on with the story

Entry #132

Dean and I got into another row today. He keeps picking on me for the stupidest things. I am literally ready to set my Monster Book of Monsters loose on him. Or maybe I'll get some of Fred and George's untested products…. Actually, I really like that idea. In any case it all started because I was having trouble with my DADA homework. It was all about patronuses. I did learn about them last year in the DA, but it was shut down soon after that, so we didn't get to know that much about them, or work with them as much as we needed to. Honestly, most of us tried to continue on by ourselves, but there really wasn't a point without Harry showing us what we were doing wrong. Anyways, I was thinking about this when I realized that Harry could probably help me with my essay. I mean, he probably has one of the most powerful patronuses in the school. And when I say that, I am including the teachers in that. I bet it would probably come down between his Patronus and Dumbledore's, and I can honestly say I don't know whose would be stronger.

So I walked over to Harry and asked him if he could help me, and he said sure, and it was all lovely and friendly until Dean came over and tapped me on the shoulder. He asked me if I could come and talk with him a minute, away from Harry. Well, right then I knew there were several reasons he wanted to do this. Talking about Harry in front of Harry, is awkward, he probably didn't want to seem like the jealous boyfriend type, and as I said many moons ago, starting a fight in front of Harry is REALLY stupid. So we walked over to the other edge of the common room and started rowing. It went something like this:

Dean: So, what are you two now, study buddies?

Me: well, yes actually, he was helping me with my essay on Patronuses.

Dean: huh, well it looked like a lot more than that to me.

Me: well then I think you need to get your eyes checked.

Dean: oh really, and the fact that he could barely keep his hands off of you?

Me: what? He didn't touch me!

Dean: oh really, then when I saw him grabbing your hand earlier, I suppose it was just my eyes messing with me wasn't it?

Me: huh… oh wait… you mean when he grabbed my hand to prevent me from knocking over the ink bottle and spilling all over my essay?

Dean: yeah! Neither of you looked exactly displeased with the circumstances.

Me: well of course not! We had just saved my essay!

Dean: or what about when you two started poking each other.

Me: well he poked me to get me to pay attention, and I couldn't just let that go now could I?

Dean: oh so you admit to it?

Me: admit to WHAT exactly?

Dean: to poking him.

Me: well, I guess I do.

Dean: aha!

Me: oh don't aha you stupid prat. Harry basically lives at my house over the holidays. He is my brother's best friend. We do stupid things like that sometimes; it's really nothing to start getting into a huge fuss about.

Dean: and exactly what other stuff do you do with Harry?

Me: I dunno, I can't think of any specific examples!

Dean: oh so are you trying to avoid telling me anything now?

Me: no, but I don't keep a record in my mind of every joke that Harry tells me, every time he's hugged me, (all right that one is a bit of a lie, cause ever since that hug in the hospital wing I have tried hugging Harry every now and then, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke) and every time we have sat next to each other!

Dean: YOU'VE HUGGED!

Me: yes you stupid prat because, as I mentioned previously, HE LIVES AT MY HOUSE!

Dean: huh. And another thing, why didn't you ask me to help you with your homework?

Me: I told you it was about patronuses.

Dean: …

Me: Oh my God! Do you NEED me to spell it out for you?

Dean: Well I guess so, because clearly I am not as smart as your precious Potter. Or as witty. Or as good at doing homework. Or just not all over good enough.

Me: Dean it was patronus homework and I was having a really difficult time with it. I figured I might as well go to the one person in the common room who can actually CAST a patronus.

Dean: Excuse me? I cast a patronus last year.

Me: yeah you did Dean. Once. Under Harry's guidance. I was having a really difficult time and he's been able to cast a corporeal patronus since he was 13. He's fought off hundreds of dementors at once! I figured he could help me manage to get an "O" on the paper, and so I went to ask him for help.

Dean: So you're still obsessing over Potter then, eh?

That's when I slapped Dean and marched off to the staircase. However I didn't get up to my room because I heard the common room go deathly silent and when I walked back down the stairs Harry had his wand pointed straight at Dean's jugular.

"You listen to me," he snarled, "If you hurt Ginny I for one, and her six older brothers for another, will make sure you will suffer pain so bad you will forget which way is up. If you're lucky, we will make you spend the rest of your life believing that you are a six year old girl. If you are unlucky, you'll just wish you were a six year old girl. Mind you, this is only if we can get to you. Ginny can throw a pretty mean bat-bogey hex, and she might finish you off before I can even raise my wand. You've been warned."

I, along with almost all of Gryffindor, can finally understand why you-know-who wants to finish Harry off so badly. I think Dean might actually have started crying. Oh well, at least Harry made sure that Dean knew I could handle myself.

Entry #133

I've done it! I have finally broken things off with Dean! It's been such a long time coming, that when it finally happened, I felt so relieved. I don't think we should have gotten back together after that fight we had about my bracelet from Harry, I mean things really haven't been right since. It's actually a little weird how it happened. Dean had asked me if I could talk to him, out of the common room (and away from any almond shaped emerald green eyes), since he seemed so desperate, I finally agreed.

We walked into an empty classroom, I made sure it was still the one closest to Gryffindor tower, and he asked me to just listen to him while he talked. He talked all right, about everything that has been bothering him. Mostly he complained about Harry. About how Harry was clearly eyeing me and about how he was trying to take advantage of me. He complained about how he only noticed me now that someone else had me. He complained that he was trying to make himself seem more important in my eyes. After a while I just sort of tuned out. I mean Dean can get so jealous of the stupidest things. Harry only saw me as a friend, he would look at me like I was a friend and that was it… right? Finally I realized that Dean was nearing the last few minutes of his speech and I should start paying attention again. When he finished all I did was nod my head and ask him to listen to me. And I told him about every little thing that had been bothering me. I told him that he was treating me like a foolish little girl, when I am a perfectly capable person. I told him how everything from getting jealous over me wearing a bracelet to "helping" me through the portrait hole was nerve wracking. And I told him that I could defend myself. You know what the git does when I say this? He says, "Well you clearly don't mind Potter defending you. I didn't see you lashing out at him last night."

Well I kept my voice calm and collected, and said as steadily as I possibly could, "I seem to recall Harry telling you that he was only going to come after you if my bat-bogey hex didn't work as well as it should. Something about the way he said it though makes me think that he has faith in my abilities."

We walked back to the Gryffindor tower in complete silence and, after everything that I had said to him, he still pushes me through the door. What a jackass! I broke off everything right then and there… though I probably would have made it official tomorrow at breakfast anyways.

I cannot tell you how relieved I am. I am a free woman. I don't have a man to tie me down. I can dance around the dorm in my underwear! I mean not that I couldn't before, but this way, I am dancing around the dorm in my underwear as a free woman! FREE LIKE AN EAGLE! LIKE A TIGER! LIKE A LION! I don't think I can sleep tonight. Oh, well maybe I will ask Harry if I can borrow his invisibility cloak and sneak down to the kitchens to get some chocolate. Oh, oh! And then the girls and I can have a little party to celebrate the freedom of womanhood! Let me go find out…

Well Hermione says that Harry has the invisibility cloak with him because he's out doing some assignment for Dumbledore. I asked her what, and she only said that Dumbledore couldn't do it himself so he pawned it off unto Harry. I wonder what it is. I was actually surprised I got even that much out of Hermione at first, but then I realized why she was so happy. Lavender and Ron broke up! About bloody time too. Now Ron can go and propose to Hermione and she can go off and have his babies and they'll live in the suburbs and live happily ever after. From the look on Hermione's face, I am pretty sure that the same thoughts were also running through her head. Well some might say it was a bad night for romance, but I say that it was a great night for liberation. I found some chocolate frogs under my bed, so I think I am going to go celebrate with Hermione and Ron!

Thanks for reading my fic, and reviews, while not necessary, are greatly appreciated. I cannot express how nice it feels to see the fanfic bot telling me I have a review in my inbox, and it does encourage me to write more. I have completed chapter 9, and I can honestly see several more coming soon, and reviews remind me to keep writing and that my work is being appreciated. Thanks to those who have reviewed, it really does help me write better.

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LittleTom45: Me neither. Poets say that you should use emotions as a guiding force in your writing. However, my work is generally terrible when I try writing poetry while angry, and I thought Ginny should have that same quality.

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