A/N: Firstly, I am SO sorry about not updating for ages and ages. I've been away in Scotland, so apologies for the delay.

I got to my aim! Thank you all lots…..Next target: 150 (then I'll be truly happy….maybe!)

Thanks and replies go to all these wonderful people:

Queenlover: Your updates are not rubbish, Imoo! If they were, I wouldn't use them! Lol Thanks for putting me in your story!

Bruisedpapaya: Thanks, I aim to please. Lol

Zippy-Wings: Yeah I did get Holly Short from Artemis Fowl. I wondered if anyone would notice…those books are fabby, I'm rereading the entire series at the moment.

Red-Devil15: Ok! I will do more writing! Calm down….take deep breaths, in…..and out….lol

Blackolives10: I know, I know…cliffhangers are evil, but how else would I keep you hooked:P

Amaherst: I like the last paragraph too…you have good taste!

PotterSnitch7: Yum, thanks for the cupcake…eats cupcake that has magically appeared in mid air Here's the update!

Emma-Lynn: Thanks. I have reached 100 shrieks

Natural-181: The quote rocks, and I have plenty more where that came from!

Skkygirl: Aww…don't cry it's not that smushy (is it?) lol. I'm glad you liked it.

Hrhtogether4ever: Thanks for saying I did a 'wonderful job of the game'. I got really bored with writing it , I am much better at writing romantic stuff!

Griffin14: Thanks, I like Quidditch, but I am truly rubbish at writing it!

EyesOfBlue1993: Thanks. You sound hyper…like me! I hate cliffhangers too, but it had to be done!

Jaina Solo Potter: Thanks! I like your name, is it from Star Wars?

I'll stop rambling on and on now and get on with the story…

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Harry returned from the toilet, with his hands smelling of handwash, having taken as much time as he could to wash and dry his hands to increase the suspense of the cliffhanger. He was looking forward to telling them all about the next part of the story and chuckled slightly as he made his way down the stairs.

As he entered the kitchen, he found everyone sitting at the table eating strange smelling soup and crusty bread. Harry grimaced as the peculiar smell of lettuce, chilli powder and beetroot mixed together wafted towards him, reaching his nostrils.

Ginny was talented in many areas but cooking was not one of them. She had not inherited her mother's skill for cooking and although she could follow a simple recipe, she liked to invent her own unusual recipes including, 'Firewhisky marinated chicken' and 'Fizzing-whizz-bee ice-cream', which everyone except Ron and Ginny loathed.

Everyone looked up as Harry entered the bustling kitchen and Ginny said in a flustered manner, "Harry, there you are! You took such a long time, we decided to have lunch. Sit down."

She gestured towards a large bowl of murky looking soup on the table. Harry reluctantly sat down and looked around the room.

At the very end of the long oak table, Jane, Mark and James were quietly debating the best way to drink the soup without actually tasting it.

"Just hold your nose and down it in one," advised James, demonstrating. "It always works for me."

"I just take really small sips," said Jane, "It may take longer, but its more bearable.", while Mark nodded in agreement.

Further up the table, Molly and Rose giggled as they watched Sirius carefully spooning soup into Crookshanks Jr's waiting mouth under the table. Crookshanks Jr would eat anything, even marmite on toast (You've got to love it or hate it and Crookshanks Jr. definitely loved it).

Next to Harry, Hermione was eating her soup slowly and steadily, taking a sip of water every 3 spoonfuls, while trying to convince Ginny she was enjoying it.

"Yes Ginny, it's really, um…interesting. The chilli powder really adds…er…flavour!" she said, her eyes watering and taking an extra gulp of water.

Ginny looked pleased and gave Ron some more soup as he had already finished his second helping.

"Wow, this is great Ginny, can we have the recipe?" Ron said, ignoring the kicks Hermione was giving him under the table. Ginny beamed and started to clear away the very few empty bowls that were left on the table.

Impatient to carry on with his story, Harry took a big gulp of soup. It wasn't a good idea. The red-hot soup blistered his mouth and the spicy chilli burnt his throat. He jumped up from the table and stuck his mouth under the tap, the cool water soothing his burns.

"Dad!" exclaimed Sirius, a bemused expression on his face while he sniggered at his dad's dripping hair,"What are you doing?"

"Must be the chilli," mused Ginny thoughtfully, "Maybe next time I'll put tomato ketchup in… Yeah, that'll be great! Then, maybe, a few more sprinklings of pepper and several more orange rinds should do the trick! I'll soon get this recipe magnificent, you wait. I'll be nominated for Best Chef-ess of the Year . . ."

Hermione choked over her bowl and hurriedly assured Ginny that chilli powder was absolutely fine, and that it tasted wonderful.

Harry finally emerged from under the running tap and tried to speak, but only a strangled croak came out, and he clutched his throat in pain. He took out his wand and began to write words in the air with it, while the children laughed at his predicament.

He wrote, 'Throat really hurts, can't talk, going to find healing spell, someone carry on story'

Hermione smiled as she recalled her Valentine and glanced at Ron. The writing in the air had reminded her of it.

Harry left the kitchen, and just as he passed through the door, manic laughter erupted behind him. He rolled his eyes and went off in search of a healing spell in the Potter's crowded bookshelves.

Back in the kitchen, Ginny laughed and said to Sirius,

"Poor Harry, he never did like spicy things!"

Sirius leaned over and said with a mischievous grin on his face, "But that serves him right for leaving us in suspense!" He took a packet of chilli powder out of his pocket, "I might have added some of this as well…"

Ron laughed and patted Sirius on the back. Hermione looked disapproving but amused and the children just found it hilariously funny.

Molly giggled and said, "Auntie Ginny, can you carry on the story please?"

Ginny smiled. "I'd be delighted to Molly." She cleared her throat noisily.

The twins stopped talking and turned towards Ginny. Hermione sat back more comfortably in her chair and Ron finished his last spoonful of soup, looking hopefully at dessert; a large Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans trifle.

Ginny cleared her throat again and began…

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My heart was in my mouth, as both Harry and Malfoy zoomed towards the Snitch. The Quaffle lay forgotten in my hand as I watched, cheering on Harry with all my might.

'Just a few inches…. Come on Harry!' I thought, just before Harry made a last lunge and his fingers closed around the Snitch.

The stadium erupted. Malfoy punched the air in frustration while the entire Gryffindor team surged around Harry. Overcome with happiness, I forgot my shyness and gave Harry a huge hug in mid air congratulating him and screaming, "WE WON! HARRY, WE WON!"

I was too happy to notice it then, but Harry went as red as my hair and his grin became even more broad.

"Um…Ginny?" he said laughing, as I continued to hug him, "I have to go collect the Cup, could you let go of me?"

"Oh God, Harry, I'm sorry!" I said, turning beetroot red and releasing him. I went to congratulate the others, mortified with myself. Why did I have to look like such a prat? I hugged him! If he didn't realise I liked him now, he never would…

I sat in mid air with my arms linked with the excitable Harriet and Billy, and watched Harry accept the Cup while the crowd sang Gryffindor chants or just screamed as loud as their lungs would let them.

Professor McGonagall was smiling so much as she handed over the Cup, it looked as though her mouth would split wide open. Harry raised the Cup into the air and we all flew round the stadium, waving and cheering. It was one of the best moments of my life…

Afterwards, the changing rooms were extremely crowded. Everyone was trying to get in to congratulate us, and Harry had to eventually order them out, but not before Seamus informed us that the celebration party was in the Room of Requirement, because lots of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wanted to join in the fun too.

"As long as that prat Zacharias Smith doesn't turn up."said Ron, before pausing for thought, "Actually, it would be good if he came, because then I could rub his face in it that we won!"

I cast one last glance at Harry before I went into the separate girl's changing rooms with Harriet and Holly, who were reliving every detail of the game. His sparkling green eyes looked up and met mine, before I turned away, embarrassed. However much I tried to convince myself, I was not over Harry James Potter….

After I had changed as hastily as I could, I walked out of the changing room see Harry, Ron and Hermione waiting for me.

Hermione and Ron appeared to have stopped arguing and seemed to be getting along well, thank god. It was always really annoying when they were constantly bickering, especially when it was blatantly obvious that they fancied the pants off each other. Harry just looked down at the floor, seemingly embarrassed about something.

Hermione gave me a hug and congratulated us on our performance. We walked up to the Gryffindor common room, but it was slow progress, as everyone wanted to stop and congratulate us.

Seamus walked past us, heading to the Room of Requirement with a massive crate of Firewhisky and Butterbeer, while Dean staggered along behind, carrying a giant box full of chocolate frogs.

I raised my eyebrows at them.

"Looks like it's going to be some celebration party, eh Seamus?" I said, grinning. Dean grinned back at me. I noticed Harry scowling. My heart leapt. Could he be jealous? 'Ginny, stop it, he doesn't and will never like you!' I thought to myself angrily.

When we reached the common room, it was practically empty, apart from a few stragglers because everyone was already at the party. Harry and Ron put their brooms down in a corner, and started back towards the portrait hole.

"Wait, where are you going?" Hermione said, "Ginny and I have got to get ready first! Aren't you going to wait for us?"

Ron looked confused. "I thought you were just going like that." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"My dear, stupid brother, just look at what I'm wearing! A mudstained Quidditch t-shirt, old tracksuit bottoms and I've got dirt all over my face!"

"Well, don't go dressing like…a scarlet woman, Ginny." Ron said, looking stern, "Just because you're with Dean doesn't mean other boys can't look at you."

"She's broken up with Dean," explained Hermione patiently. I noticed Harry suddenly become very still and straight out of the corner of my eye.

"Ron!" I said, feeling annoyed now, "It is none of your business what I wear or who looks at me! In fact, I think you're just jealous because no one ever looks at you…"

Ron opened his mouth angrily, but before he could say anything, Harry pulled him away towards the portrait hole.

"We'll see you there, come on Ron…" he said, waving at Hermione and I before clambering out of the common room with Ron grumbling behind him.

"So, what are you going to wear Ginny?" Hermione asked me as we climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitory, several first years brushing past us, squealing with delight at the idea of a party.

I shrugged, my mind not really on my wardrobe at the moment. Harry was so gorgeous, his scruffy black hair and green eyes remained fixed in my mind. I liked him so much, but it would probably never turn out to be more than a schoolgirl's crush.

"Oh yes, Ginny, I almost forgot!" Hermione exclaimed, turning round to me as she rifled through her trunk. "This probably wouldn't interest you as you're over Harry now…." she watched me carefully as my heart leapt, then sank. She was probably going to tell me Harry had a new girlfriend, Susan Bones or Lavender or Hannah Abbot….. Hermione carried on,

" Well, I spoke to Harry this morning, and he said that he likes you!" Her words didn't quite register with me at first.

"I know he likes me," I said dully, "We're friends aren't we? He wouldn't hate me."

"NO!" yelled Hermione exasperatedly, "I mean, he LIKES you!"

I gasped, "You mean, he LIKES me!" Hermione nodded, a smile playing about her lips.

"YES!" I shrieked, dancing round the room, "He LIKES ME!" I went over and hugged Hermione out of pure happiness.

Hermione grinned. "I guess this means you weren't as over him as I thought…" I nodded happily, my mind already forming a plan.

Hermione seemed to read my mind. "Harry will probably make his move tonight…" she said, "So you need to look extra special."

I grinned ecstatically. I had just the outfit…

Twenty minutes later, Hermione and I studied each other. We looked, if I do say so myself, completely beautiful. Hermione was wearing her jeans again (no amount of cajoling would get her into a skirt) and a pale pink top that matched with the pretty pink sandals she was wearing. Her hair, instead of being loose like it usually was, had been put up by me into a scruffy bun and a few loose curls framed her face.

I was wearing my knee length white gypsy skirt ,an off the shoulder blue top of Hermione's that she had never wore and blue ballet pumps with tiny white roses on. I left my hair loose because I wanted to hide a massive spot I had on the far side of my left cheek that no amount of makeup would cover up.

Hermione grinned as she put a final dusting of blusher onto my cheeks.

"You look gorgeous Gin, we'd better go."

"You don't look too bad yourself Hermione!" I said, "Ron will be bowled over…"

'Oops', I thought. 'Did I just say that out loud?' Luckily Hermione was heading towards the door, so I didn't think she heard me…I hoped!

As we made our way to the Room of Requirement, several Slytherins passed us, looking very disgruntled and angry. Hermione and I raised our eyebrows at each other. The Slytherin common room wouldn't be a very merry place tonight!

Finally we reached the patch of wall where the room was hidden. Hermione and I walked in front of it, concentrating hard on the party. Suddenly, a door appeared in front of us.

"Ready?" said Hermione, smiling. I took a deep breath and nodded. Tonight was going to change my life forever, I could feel it. Linking arms with Hermione, I opened the door and stepped through…..

A/N: I liked this chapter, the Quidditch result was pretty predictable wasn't it! Now I can get on with the important stuff…romance! The next chapter will still be Ginny's point of view and the party kicks off and romance is in the air! That's all I'm saying….lol

Oh yeah, if you want a good laugh, go to my friend Queenlover's story. It's called 'Screaming Fangirls and the Philosopher's Stone' and it's a funny parody. I'm in it as well! I'm a crazy Harry-fangirl with my friend Grace!

SEX! Now that I've got your attention, please review!