If he's strong and silent?

Step 1: Be more feminine

Research has shown that men haven't evolved much in their way of thinking since the 19th century so we advice the best way of getting your man as to bring back some of the old customs, Let him hold the door open for you, agree with everything he says, wear clothes that only a girl could. (This means short skirts! Go with the muggle styles!)

Oh yes I see how that would work… it would go just like this…

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My ankle gave way for the fifth time that morning. The strap around it held tight but only because it was the only way I could get my rather high heels to stay on. I winced and Harry shot me a weird look over his shoulder. Why was I here? I trudged up the steep heel wobbling slightly with each step. He was getting annoyed with me I could tell. We'd been walking for about an hour and he'd said three things to me; 'It won't be a long walk I only want to stretch my legs', 'not much longer.' And 'I could have sworn we've turned this way before.' So we were lost, well Harry was anyway, I knew exactly where I was. I had grown up playing hide and seek with my brothers in this wood. But I was in a wood, alone, with Harry Potter who now turned to look over his shoulder at me again and open his mouth, as if to say something but then stopped himself and turned around again. Well I was contemplating whether to ask him what he'd wanted to say, so I didn't hear him say 'Watch out for that low branch." So I walked straight into it and it clogged my vision making me panic and amble forwards grabbed onto the nearest thing in front of me, (Which just happened to be Harry) making us both fall forwards; I landed face down in mud and Harry fell on top of me. Feeling him roll off me I heard a voice vibrate in my ear.

"Err… Gin?" be feminine Ginny, I told myself over.

"Yes Harry?" I was attempting to purr but it was difficult because I was still facing the ground so I repositioned myself, grabbing my skirt as it had ridden up as I sat up facing Harry.

"Your… I mean…"

"What's the matter Harry?"

"Well your… heel…"

"Mmm…" I was still trying (and failing) to pull my skirt down.

"Your shoes…" perfect opportunity for me to be feminine.

"Yes I know they're lovely," not "I got them in muggle London."

"Yeah well… It's just…"

I went to get up, as I wasn't at all amused with my current position in front of Harry, I placed one foot gingerly down; my ankle wobbling under my own weight. Holding the back of my skirt down left me in a kind of half squat. Still trying to gain enough composure to get up I realised that this wasn't the most ladylike position therefore I panic making to get up quickly I recklessly slammed my other foot on the rocky path.

This however only caused me to fall straight back down again. Because, you might be interested to know, the heel had fallen of my shoe.

Great. Fantastic. I just love being a girl. Anger built up inside me and everything seemed three hundred times worse when I heard Harry laughing from behind me. I raised my head from the dirt (once again) and looked up. There was Harry he held my pink heel between his thumb and forefinger and was grinning at me sheepishly. I saw red.

"Harry James Potter!" I start angrily; yanking my skirt down forcefully, "Why on the earth wouldn't you tell me my heel had fallen off? Did you think it would be funny to see me fall down again? Or did you just want a chance to see up my skirt." I brush myself down and bend down to take those horrid shoes off my swollen feet, turning away from Harry's no longer smiling face, I sighed. I looked a mess. The hair I'd been up since five straightening was tangled and frizzed. My legs, which I'd successfully self-tanned, (after many failed attempts) where bruised and scraped and my skirt had ridden up again!

Not looking back I began to walk back towards the burrow and hearing Harry follow in near silence I began to run though it didn't take me long to find the little path that lead back to the burrow I must of looked a site since I couldn't run properly in my current outfit, having to hold my skirt down at the back since Harry was still behind me.

I slowed down only when I reached the gate that separated the Burrow's garden and the paddock. Hearing him behind me still I didn't bother to turn around to receive his apology (Which was bound to come) And when it didn't, I was surprised to instead hear Harry's faint chuckle, spinning round, Harry nearly walked straight into me. I was so shocked I (you guessed it) fell back again. He began to laugh again.

"What!" I snapped dangerously, "Are you laughing at?" and then it happened again that little voice came back that's not very ladylike Ginny. It brought back my sanity, well to an extent… It stopped me killing him anyway. "I mean… wont you help me up?" I said in my softest voice (it made me want to gag).

Harry looked slightly taken aback by my sudden change of mood but shrugged offered me a hand. We began to walk back together in silence, me still occasionally pulling down my skirt. It wasn't till we where nearly in the burrow did he speak again.

"Honestly Gin…"

"oh no," I said in a sickening imitation of my aunt Floe, call me Ginevra it sounds so much more…" stupid. I waved my hand dramatically looking like a complete fool and showing of my frilly knickers once again.

"Yeah Ginevra…" He gave me a funny look. "I don't see why you agreed to go on this walk with me in that… outfit" he looked like he wanted to say more but I beat him to it.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked, genuine hurt in my voice.

Harry was a little way in front of me and opened the back door into the kitchen; I was expecting him to hold it open for me… big mistake.

I stumbled backwards (didn't fall down, thank goodness) my hand flew to my nose, rubbing it. Harry opened the door again looking around for me. He noticed my pained expression and came back outside.

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing what where you saying?"

"What I was saying was that your outfits fine for someone like Lavender…" I raised a newly plucked eyebrow at him "What I'm trying to say is that your outfits just… not you."

Err… no. Definitely not! I don't think that one would win Harry's affection. Anyway I have weak ankles. But of course there's always…

Step 2:- Be the Damsel