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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 #150

Today will go down in the record books as the single greatest day of my entire life. Oh my God, I think that I was practically floating on air.

The day starts out with our quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Me against Cho Chang, Harry's ex-girlfriend. For some reason, the minute I realized that, I knew we were going to win. In the locker rooms we were all sitting around completely depressed at the knowledge that Harry, the best quidditch player Gryffindor has seen in a hundred years, the team captain, would not be with us. But I knew that we couldn't let ourselves down. So I decided that if no one else was going to be able to give the team words of encouragement, then it was going to be up to me.

"Listen guys. We are faced with terrible circumstances. Our best player has been banned from the match because of something terrible. We all know that Harry is our best player. We know that he is a great captain. Just because he isn't here doesn't mean we should give up on everything he showed us. We're playing better than this team has in years, and that really is saying something, all because of his guidance. If we really want to prove to Harry how much we have learned, we are going to have to show him that we can do it without him. He's completely depressed over the circumstances that kept him from us today, and we all know that Harry is the last person to use magic the way he did. So let's show Harry that we stand behind him, and that we can win the match for him."

"For Harry!" Ron said.

"For Harry!" we all chanted back.

Actually at first, what I was saying felt like I was just talking out of my arse. But the more I think about it, the more my words seem true to me. We really did want to prove to Harry that he was a great captain, and show him how much he meant to all of us. It's a lot like the essays I write for class, when I write them I am just putting down bullshit, but gradually the words seem true to me. I think that my speech was a little surprising to everyone, but it did certainly seem to do the trick.

Then the whistle blew, and it was time for us to head out onto the pitch. Luna was commentating again, much to the enjoyment of the rest of the crowd.

"Here come the Gryffindors. A well matched team for Ravenclaw! However with the loss of their captain they have suffered a terrible blow. That's an interesting point. Harry was not in fact, as some people believe, caught in the throws of dark magic here at Hogwarts, but instead he was trying to tame a rogue heliopath in Istanbul. Most people don't know that a heliopaths native homeland is Turkey. They enjoy the mild climate and slightly arid smells. This means that you can also find heliopaths in an American city called San Francisco. I believe that the American have named the nesting place of the heliopaths Chinatown, now this may be because… " But I stopped listening after that, I threw all my energy into finding the snitch.

Demelza made some incredible goals. She was able to do the sloth grip roll trick that Harry had her working so hard on several times. No matter how many times she did it, the Ravenclaw keeper never expected it to happen. Demelza and Katie managed to pull off the volley that we had worked so hard on, and even though it didn't go as smoothly as when the two of us had done it, it got the job done. Katie managed to feint past the keeper several times, so we were pulling way ahead very early on. Ron did the best though. He seemed determined to prove to everybody that Harry was a great quidditch captain. In the first 40 minutes of the game, 18 shots had been made at him, and he only let 1 in. Coote managed to give Cho a bloody nose, which caused me to do a couple of celebration twirls. At the one hour mark it was 150 to 40, and Ravenclaw didn't know what had hit them.

Unfortunately, they started to make a comeback. One of their beaters, Caulfield, managed to get a few really good swings in. After another half an hour, the score was 200 to 130. We still had the upper hand, but they were gaining steadily. Finally Dean managed to get the quaffle back into possession and pulled us out of our slump with a truly spectacular goal. We started to come back, and this time, we were going to make great use of our second wind. Demelza and Dean were able to distract the keeper on both sides, so he barely even noticed when Katie threw the quaffle in. At one hour and 50 minutes, the score was 280 to 140, and we were still going strong. Two goals later and I still had not found the snitch. However, I was starting to get anxious. If I caught the snitch now we would have won the quidditch cup. The school would know for a fact how great a captain Harry really was, and we would have pulled off a fantastic victory. That's when I saw it. It was barely 30 meters away from me. I started to dart towards it. I knew we would win. Cho was on the other edge of the pitch, she didn't stand a chance. But Caulfield wasn't going to give up so easily, and hit a bludger straight at my head. I had to sloth grip roll to avoid it, but when I was upside down I realized something. I might not be able to score upside down, but I sure could catch if I wanted to. I grabbed the snitch and pulled myself back up. It was amazing. We had won! Gryffindor was completely amazed. Harry really had taught us all well.

We were all in a state of shock and excitement! We had won the quidditch cup for the 3rd year running! The rest of the school didn't seem to believe it. It took them awhile to admit that we had actually pulled off such an amazing feat. All of Gryffindor went up to the tower to celebrate, except for Ron and Hermione who snuck off into one of the passageways and returned half an hour later with tons of Hogsmeade sweets and butterbeer. Ron, to Hermione's distaste, had also managed to get a couple bottles of firewhiskey.

We were all excited, but we just stood around, waiting for Harry. There is no way that we would have been able to pull off such a fantastic feat if he hadn't been our coach for the past year. One of the portraits in the hallway agreed to stand guard for us and tell us when he came up into the tower. Finally, what felt like ages but was really only 2 or 3 minutes, she came rushing in and told us that he was almost here. When he clambered through the portrait hole he looked so completely depressed and anxious that you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But we barely gave him time to blink because we were all screaming and shouting at him, to let him know that we won. He smiled his first true smile in days. As he was being congratulated by about fifty people, I ran over him to get one of his amazing Potter hugs when something much, MUCH better happened. I reached my arms around his neck and before I knew it he had pulled me up and kissed me.

I think my head might have exploded, but I am not positive. The kiss was amazing. It wasn't just that the kiss was so amazing, that we fit together so perfectly, it was just everything. It was the way he put his arms around my back in the exact right spot. And the way he put his hand in my hair, but didn't pull back, so that I could come in even closer to his perfectly warm body. It was the fact that I fit in his arms so well and for a few moments I forgot everything; the war, you-know-who, day, night, time, and just about everything else. I can barely sit still when I think about it. It seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do at the time, and I didn't even care that about half the common room had stopped to stare at us. Finally, when we broke apart Harry started scanning the room for something. Hermione gave me a huge smile, and I finally realized what she was smirking about last week. A couple of the girls from my dorm giggled and gave me the thumbs up sign. I realized that Harry was looking for Ron. When Ron nodded his approval, Harry glanced towards the portrait hole and followed me out.

We walked down the hallway, still both a little woozy at everything that had happened. Neither of us knew exactly what to say until we reached the front steps. Harry turned to me and you know what he says!

"Ginny, I really like you, and have for a long time now. You are just about the smartest, funniest, sweetest girl I have ever met."

I didn't know what to say to that so you know what I did! I just reached up and kissed him! And he kissed me back! So of course we were standing there like complete idiots just snogging away, and I couldn't have been happier. First of all, how Cho EVER gave him up is beyond me. Not that I mind of course, but I mean, if Harry was born to do one thing, it was snog… preferably me. So he takes my hand and we walk around the grounds for a little while, not really sure of what to say. Side note: my hand fits so well in his. His hands are so big and calloused but they aren't bad to hold. And he held my hand just tight enough to let me know that he wasn't regretting this one bit, but not enough to make my hand hurt. I could've left my hand in his forever. Honestly, holding Harry's hand was almost as good as snogging Harry… almost.

When we reach the lake he looks me in the eyes and asks me if I would go out with him. "OF COURSE I'll GO OUT WITH YOU!" He seemed both a little shocked and really happy about that. I couldn't help but laugh. He stared at me until I told him that I just thought it was ridiculous that he even had to ask. He smiled at me and we started snogging again. Finally, we broke apart for a little air, and I decided to tell him that among other things, he was the best snog I have ever had. He grinned and told me that Cho didn't hold a candle to me. So of course we stood there grinning until we realized we could be snogging again, so we did. I don't know how long we stood there, but after what felt like eons, we sat down against the birch tree next to the lake. Harry rested his back against the tree and I rested my back against him, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I just fit, so we stayed there for awhile. I told Harry about how I had liked him for awhile and that he had been driving me slowly insane at Christmas, walking around half naked. He laughed and told me that I had been driving him insane every time I smiled, or laughed, or moved, or breathed, and basically lived. Then I laughed again and he asked me if he could tell me a secret. I said yes and you are not going to believe what he told me.

You remember the day I broke up with Dean I said he didn't listen to me and helped me through the portrait hole, even after I had told him that it made me uncomfortable? Well that actually wasn't Dean. Harry had been climbing out of the portrait hole but he was under his invisibility cloak. He couldn't say sorry or anything because Dean was there and he was on a mission for Dumbledore. At first I was a little put off by this statement, but I realized that I would have broken up with Dean anyways. The two of us were not working out. So I decided to respond to Harry's statement by pulling myself into his lap and snogging him. That's how we stayed until dark. We talked and we snogged and we snogged and we talked.

Of course, we were sitting outside on a beautiful day, so by now I am sure that most of the school knows that we are dating. It feels so great to say that. I AM DATING HARRY POTTER! Most of the students who walked by just giggled or wolf-whistled. Some of the Slytherins made comments but Harry waved his wand and they all suddenly stopped talking. Apparently, he was causing their tongues to stick to the roofs of their mouths.

So we finally came back up to Gryffindor tower hand in hand where Hermione was waiting for us. She saw us and just started squealing and clapping her hands while Harry looked completely bemused and I was a little shocked, never having seen Hermione act this way before. Then, to make the night complete, Ron appeared from behind one of the armchairs.

"So Potter. You have decided to court my sister. Well, I would rather it was you than Dean or Michael, but let it be warned, if you hurt my little sister I will see to it that you suffer unbearable consequences." Harry nodded and then Ron immediately brightened. "Congratulations mate! You got yourself a really brilliant girl," this made Hermione, Harry and I burst into laughter. Finally Ron joined in. We all bade each other good night and I gave Harry a kiss (I can't believe I get to do that now!) and walked up into our respective dorms. Of course, all of my friends were waiting for me to tell me what happened, so I did. It was the perfect day, and I am in a state of complete euphoria.

Entry #156

Things are going so bloody well! Harry and I have gotten to know each other so much better than I ever thought possible. It is so easy to talk to him. It was never exactly hard to talk to Dean, but with Harry I could say something that would make me seem to be the biggest idiot in the world, and he would just grin and tell me that he just liked me more because of it.

But I think Harry just likes it best when we are sitting, and he has me in his arms. He doesn't like to make a big scene by snogging me in the great hall, or expect me to live for him. He just likes to sit and hold me. And I think that's what I like best too. He is the funniest, sweetest, most charming man in the world. I can honestly say that I didn't get prince charming, I got so much more.

Also, I have now been able to officially determine what Harry smells like. It's something that is purely him, it is a bit of sandalwood and chocolate, but he also smells like blackberries and mints. It's not a bad combination, because he smells a little different every day, depending on where we are and what he's wearing. But even better than what he smells like is how I found out. We were sitting on an armchair in the common room one night and he was looking into the fire while his arms were gently around me. I laid my head onto his chest and then started sniffing. He looked at me a little oddly and asked me what I was doing. I told him that for the past couple of months I had been trying to figure out what he smelled like, so now was as good a time as any to find out. He laughed and told me that I smelled like raspberries and daisies, with rosemary and peppermint somewhere in the mix. I couldn't believe it! He already knew how I smelled. I just grinned at him and then he leaned down and kissed me. Every time he kisses me I have a wonderful sensation. It's the same one I have gotten whenever Harry hugged me, or caught me in his arms after I fell off my room at quidditch practice. It's a sensation that my stomach is both dropping and soaring at the same time. It makes me want to run for miles and sit completely still at the same time. I can't describe in words really, how wonderful this sensation is. I have been hit with cheering charms before, and they have got nothing on how it feels to kiss Harry. It's different every time, because I every time I find myself liking it more and more.

I can't imagine a better way to spend my day.

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