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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 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.

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.

Now, on with the story

Entry #135

The good news just keeps on rolling in. Katie Bell came back from St. Mungo's yesterday. I am so happy she is all right. She really is an incredibly wonderful person, and I just can't imagine someone wanting to hurt her like that. This means that now the quidditch team is back to normal! The three chasers are me, Katie, and Demelza, the keeper is Ron, Coote and Peakes are our beaters, and Harry's seeker and captain of course. We basically have the cup in our grasp now, I mean there's no way that we can lose! Well, unless of course someone else gets poisoned or bumped off.

Do you want to another great thing about Katie being back? Dean is no longer chaser for the team! This means that I can avoid him almost completely. He tried talking to me this morning but then Harry came over and sat next to me at breakfast so Dean decided to wait until later. I took this opportunity to get another mind numbingly unbelievable hug from Harry and thank him for saving me. He's so cute when he's caught off guard like that. I don't think he really minded though.

Before, I had told you that Harry gave really good hugs. However, I was going out with Dean and I didn't want to gush all over the amazingness of the hugs. Well, as I am no longer going out with Dean I can now tell you that Harry is a hugging god. His arms are really big and he puts them around you in just the right way and he's all big and comfortable, kind of like a giant teddy bear. And he smells really good too. I can't exactly figure out what it is though. I think I am going to need to hug him more in order to figure it out. Oh well, these are the sacrifices we have to make in order to gain knowledge. I mean, I suppose I'll just have to hug Harry as much as I can until I figure it out. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do right?

Entry #140

We had another fantastic quidditch practice today. I cannot believe how well that went. Everyone is so happy to have Katie and Ron back that we are flying the better than we ever have. I made some incredible goals today, if I do say so myself. Now, Ron is a really good keeper. He didn't used to do so well, just because his nerves would go completely out of whack. But Harry, who knows Ron better than anyone, has managed to keep Ron grounded, not literally of course, so his keeping skills are just improving drastically the more we play. Ever since that first match, Ron has really been able to keep his head on his shoulders during the games. So, it really is saying something when you can put a goal past Ron.

My first goal happened when a bludger was coming towards me. I managed to do a sloth grip roll and it went past me headed for Ron. I came right behind the bludger so that Ron would have to decide between it and me. He dives out of the way leaving me free to make the shot. It was a rather good one if you ask me.

My next fantastic goal came when Demelza and I double teamed Ron. This was something we had been working on for awhile before, during, and after practices. We pass the quaffle to each other barely letting it touch our hands before passing back. This way, when we are near enough to the goal hoops to score, the keeper doesn't know which one is going to make the shot. Demelza passed it to me and I flung it into the hoop instead of passing back to her, which completely confused Ron. The entire team agreed that this was something we should keep practicing as it is something that could definitely make our break our next game.

Harry even added this into our practice routine. Before he releases the snitch and bludgers we all have to choose a partner and fly up and down the field, tossing the quaffle back and forth as fast as we can. At first, only Demelza and I were really able to do this, because we have been practicing it for about a month, but I really must say, the rest of the team is getting really good.

Another goal I made that I am proud of is one where I just flew with quaffle as fast as I could straight towards Ron. At first he thought I was feinting and stood his ground. However he freaked out when we were within a couple feet of each other and started to fly out of the way. I just threw the quaffle right in and then pulled my broom straight up.

While the fact that I made some spectacular goals is good, the fact that Katie and Demelza made some too is great. Katie, being the best feinter of all of us, managed to get several past just by doing that. She also has this move where she swerves from one edge of the field to the other, so you really don't know which way the quaffle is going to come from. And Demelza can shoot while she's upside down! I KNOW! I couldn't shoot upside down if I tried! Actually I did try and I fell off my broom. Fortunately Harry saw and managed to pull me onto his broom before I hit the ground. After he made sure that I was okay he yelled at me for trying to get myself killed. I just smirked and finally he laughed and advised me not to do that again. Pffh, like I would try something like that again, doesn't Harry know me better than that…? I tried it two more times, each time getting saved at the last minute by Harry. I probably wouldn't have tried it the last time, but landing in Harry's arms could be a far worse experience.

So now Harry has Demelza doing this weird training routine thing with Coote and Peakes where they hit a bludger at her while she has the quaffle, she does a sloth grip roll to avoid it, and while upside down, she throws the quaffle into the hoops. She's really good at it, and it's starting to make me wonder if she isn't like half monkey or something. I guess we'll never know… I mean not unless I ask her of course.

I hugged Harry again today after practice to thank him for consistently preventing me from breaking my neck. I think he smells a little like sandalwood.

Entry #142

My neck hurts. I pulled it, but so did every other girl in Gryffindor… I suppose I should explain.

Since our quidditch match is in a few days, Harry stays after practice with Ron to give him some one-on-one training. Well the today, the two of them come swaggering in, drenched in sweat. And Harry looked really, really hot. Like sexy hot. Like, I want you to throw me on the floor and take complete and utter advantage of me hot. And I was not the only girl who was thinking this. Harry walks in, quidditch robes clinging to him tightly, in all the exact right placed mind you, and he and Ron just sit down and start chatting. Well I don't know if he noticed that every girl, minus Hermione who was staring at Ron, was staring at him. More than staring actually, they were ogling him. What he did notice however was all the books on the table in front of him suddenly fall off. And so he bent down to pick them up. And when he did that, angels came down from heaven and started singing the hallelujah chorus. I am not exaggerating when I say that every single girl in the common room, minus Hermione of course who was still staring at Ron, craned their neck to watch him bend over. Then the books fell again, and again, and again. By this time most of us were melting in our seats. The angels themselves could not keep their eyes off of this amazing display of sexiness. Finally, Hermione saw Romilda Vane bewitching the books to fall off the table. I don't think she would have stopped her, except the fifth time Romilda Vane missed and caused an ink jar to explode all over some poor first year.

I am both dazed and annoyed right now. Dazed because that was one of the single most amazing experiences of my life and, from the looks of the other girls, the same could be said for them as well. Annoyed because he can't help it if his eyes are amazing and wonderful, and he's just all over sexy, and his hair is all "yeah my hair is messy but guess what I've saved the wizarding world, so what do I care?" and the way he sits is relaxed and yet alert at the same time. And I am sure he can't help the fact that he just looks like an all around gift from heaven. But he sure as hell can prevent himself from walking in the common room looking like he a statue of perfection carved with only the best materials. Oh God, I think I need to stop writing now and secure that image in my memory.

Entry #143

Today was another marvelous day. It started simple enough, wake up, be bombarded with questions about Harry from the other girls in my dorm (which has been happening constantly since the incident in the common room), have a good breakfast, spent my morning by the lake with Hermione, avoid Dean, and in general just spent a nice lazy Saturday morning doing what I like to do best, relaxing. Then as I was heading down from my dorm to lunch I noticed a group of girls whispering in the common room and pointing to something on one of the couches. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked over to see what they were pointing at: it was Harry. He was just sleeping on the couch, and they were debating who got to wake him. When I asked how they were planning on waking him, they said they wanted to kiss him. I nearly died holding back the laughter. Finally, I regained my composure and informed them that the best way to wake up Harry is to sit on his face. They just stared at me for a minute like I was completely bonkers so I told them I would prove it to them. I turned around only to find Harry, still lying down on the couch, still with his eyes closed, and his wand pointed directly at me.

"Ginny," he said, "if your arse comes one step closer to my face I am afraid that I am going to have to hex you."

Well, you certainly can't challenge Ginny Weasley like that and get away with it. So I whipped out my wand and did a tickling charm. Harry finally opened his eyes and looked at me in shock, but it was too late and the charm managed to hit him. He kept rolling around, laughing uncontrollably for about 5 minutes. Finally, when he said that he was at my mercy and would do anything for me to stop, I pulled the charm off. Of course, Harry does not take losing so easily, and before I knew it, he had pulled me onto the couch and was practically sitting on me, and started tickling me. He was unrelentless, and he didn't stop until I called "uncle." When he finally stopped, he didn't get off of me right away; instead he just looked at me for awhile. I came back to my senses first.

"Remember, you are still at my mercy. You owe me big time Potter."

He just gave me one of those obnoxiously cocky, yet completely adorable grins of his. You know the grin where he's sort of half laughing at you, but completely unconcerned at the same time. Its one that he usually wears whenever Ron or Hermione hexes Malfoy with something really good. It's a grin that says, "Hey don't mess with me," but in a nice way, and it also says "huh I saved the wizarding world again and yet, this is what makes me happy." It's really so adorable and smarmy and wonderful all at once that you just want to melt. And his eyes were glinting with one of those mischievous little sparkles, and they were just the most beautiful green in the world that I could barely stop myself from pulling him completely on me and snogging him, right there in the common room.

"All right Weasley, I am at your mercy. You got me."

Then he just lightly chucked me under my chin and got off, much to my disappointment. I spent the rest of the day completely zoned out, thinking about him. About how cute he is when he's sleeping, and the way he walks around the castle like nothing could surprise him, and the way his hair is all messed up when he gets off a broom, but it still looks really soft like you could run your fingers through it, and the way he smelt like chocolate today, and… OH HOLY SHIT I NEED TO GO TALK TO HERMIONE!

Entry #144a

I spent most of the evening last night talking to Hermione and we both have come to the same conclusion, that I once again like Harry Potter. It's different this time though; it's not at all like last time. Something is completely different, though I can't put my finger on exactly what.

I wanted to ask her about it, but she was just grinning like an idiot and she had that annoying, smug, "I know something you don't," look in her eyes. When I asked her what it was, she refused to tell me and just sat there smirking. Whatever, she's completely crazy anyways. But I was too happy about Harry to care, even though I still can't exactly determine what is so different this time.

This time it's better though, for one thing, I am his friend and I can talk and laugh and joke with him, so at least I won't be turning bright red every time I see him. And he talks to me. He sits with me in the Great Hall. So I know he doesn't just think of me as Ron's little sister anymore, which is a huge step up. And he has bright green eyes that just search into your soul when he looks at you and…

I know what's different this time about.

Last time, I didn't like Harry Potter. I liked the idea of Harry Potter. I liked the idea of a prince charming coming to save the poor little girl. I liked the idea of being saved. But I didn't actually know Harry. And then when I found out how he had stopped you-know-who again and how he had just charged in to face him head on, I thought that he was more the hero than ever. If you had asked me 5 years ago if I liked the lightning bolt scar better or the scar he was forced to write into his own hand better, I would have said the one that looks like a lightning bolt.

Now I like the Harry that helps Ron keep his confidence up before a quidditch match. I like the one that offers to help my mum around the house, even though that she would never suggest it on her own. I like the Harry that taught us all how to defend ourselves last year at the DA, and we all learned to do things that we never could have before. I like the one who managed to get the only "outstanding" on the defense against the dark arts OWL of his year. I like the Harry that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay just with one hug. I like the Harry who is still a bit of a mystery, yet all in all he just a simple guy who wants to be with his friends and play quidditch like everyone else. I like the Harry who plays fair and yet never manages to lose anyways. I like the Harry that is incredibly rich, yet you would never know it just by looking at him. I like the Harry that is incredibly generous, and doesn't worry about the state of his robes or the scruffiness of his jeans. I like the Harry that didn't mind me crying on his shoulder when my brother was poisoned, but practically sent a death threat to my ex-boyfriend for upsetting me. I like the way that my head feels when it's resting against his chest when he hugs me. I like the Harry that secretly gave my brothers enough money to start a joke shop, but didn't brag about it to anyone. I like the Harry that won the Triwizard Tournament and barely even cares. I like the Harry that doesn't cower in fear at you-know-who but instead marches out to meet him with his head held high. I like the Harry that has lost almost everyone who ever meant something to him, and keeps on fighting, because he knows it's what he should do. This time I like Harry.

Entry #144b

Well, things have just crashed and burned. Harry isn't going to play in the quidditch match on Saturday. I am going to play seeker and Dean is going to fill in as chaser. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is what got Harry banned from the quidditch match; he used some incredibly dark magic. Apparently Harry went looking for Malfoy and found him crying in the bathroom. I know, Malfoy crying? How weird is that. Anyways, apparently he went in to the bathroom and when Malfoy saw him he tried to curse him with an unforgivable. Then Harry blocked it by using a spell he had found in that damn potions book of his. This spell wasn't a joke, or just a little mean, or anything like that, the spell cut Malfoy. Apparently he looked as though he had been slashed with a dagger. Well Moaning Myrtle screamed and Snape came running. After healing Malfoy he put Harry in detention every Saturday for the rest of the year. Including this Saturday, meaning Harry is missing quidditch.

But I saw Malfoy when I went down to the hospital wing earlier to give a note to Madame Pomfrey from McGonagall, and I can honestly say that between Malfoy and Harry, Harry looks the worse for the wear, and I can also honestly say that it is not quidditch that is bothering him so much. I am going to go try and talk to him.

Entry #144c

I talked to Harry for awhile, and I think he's going to be okay. He was really scared about what he did, about what he now knows he can do. He didn't have any idea what that spell was, or what it could do. I think he thought it was going to be like another one of the prince's spells, and just cause Malfoy's nose to grow really fast or something. I don't think he ever thought he would be capable of performing such dark magic. I guess it's different for him, you know? He's seen more dark magic than just about every other student in this school, yet this is the first time that he has ever caused it, where he was the source. Harry's spent the last six years of his life fighting the dark arts, and now I think he realizes that he is more than capable of performing them too. I sat next to him for a long while, and Harry just stared into the fire. At about three in the morning I got really tired, and didn't eve realize that I had laid my head on Harry's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind though, in fact, I am pretty sure he relaxed a little bit after that. Finally, at about 3:30 in the morning I got up and told Harry I was going to bed. I kissed him good night on the cheek, and told him that he wasn't a bad wizard, that he didn't know what was going to happen, and he shouldn't beat himself up. I don't know if he believed me or not, but at least he knows that I don't think any differently of him.

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