Waking up from this nightmare
How's your life?
What's it like there?
Is it all what you want it to be?
Does it hurt when you think about me?
And how broken my heart is

Yellowcard-Empty Apartment

Ian's POV:

Favorite Color: Green. Why? It doesn't clash with her hair

Favorite band: She likes muggle punk bands (I don't know why)

I grinned at this, excited that I was getting the scoop on Ginny. Stalkerish? Yeah, just a bit.

Favorite Book: She's not sure. She likes anything where the girl isn't vulnerable.

Favorite Sport: Quidditch

Favorite Movie: hasn't seen that many, so she doesn't have one

Biggest Pet Peeve: When her brothers try to get in her business.

Why I believe she likes Harry: she loved the stories her mother used to read to her as a child about the princesses that were rescued by knights. (Kind of contradicts the whole 'no vulnerable girls in book' thing doesn't it?) She has been rescued before by him, and sees him as her hero/ knight.

Huh? He's rescued her?

Favorite Candy: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans

Favorite Song: Probably "Boys and Girls" by Good Charlotte, but she has so many favorites it's hard to choose.

Question She Keeps Asking Me: Why are you asking me all this stupid stuff?

Favorite Time of Year: Summer

Favorite Holiday: Christmas

Favorite Thing to do: play quidditch

I hope this is enough info! Now you can use the questions I asked for Ron. Though, I know most of them.

Sincerely,

Hermione

I laughed at most of the things. Especially the 'Question She Keeps Asking Me'. I smiled as I folded it neatly back up and stuck it under my bed. After I quickly fell asleep, I had dreams filled with a certain red-head girl, and I was her hero.

Ginny's POV:

I'm not sure what is up with Ian. I mean he might be upset about the Harry thing, but I don't believe he'd be that upset about it… I don't know, maybe he's just emotional?

Those kinds of thoughts have been bothering me all the time now. I feel bad for just hanging out with Harry around him. It feels like it's my fault that we're not friends anymore. Knowing how I seem to always screw things up, I'm probably right.

God, I wish for once my life would be easy!

I guess I could say sorry. Maybe ask him what's wrong. Yeah I'll do that. In fact, I'll do it right now.

Instead of walking slowly down to breakfast, I ran.

Please, please hear me out.

Ian's POV:

"Hermione!" I yelled as I shot through the Common Room. I stopped to look around, and found her in the chairs in the corner talking to Ron. I quickly went over there

"Hermione, I need to talk to you!"

She gave me a look. "Uh can it wait?"

I stared. "Not really."

She sighed, but nonetheless, stood. "I'm sorry Ron, I'll be right back. I promise."

Uh oh. Ron shot me a curious look. Hermione just looked aggravated.

When we were out of earshot from everyone else Hermione said, "Ian! I think Ron was about to ask me out!"

"Sorry Hermione! I swear I would have waited if I would have known." She nodded, accepting my apology.

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Oh right. Ginny came up to me today and she said sorry about you know the whole Harry thing, and I was beginning to forgive her. Except, then she asked why I have been so depressed. And then it hit me that she wasn't really sorry about Harry. So I simply replied with, 'The girl that I like is dating someone else.' And then I left. But now I regret it because every time I see her she gives me this weird look! And to conclude, I know I screwed up because now things are extremely uncomfortable and even more awkward!" I told this in just a few breaths, causing it to come out rushed.

Hermione gave me a sympathetic glance. "Look, we can talk about it tonight. Okay?" I nodded. "12:00?" I nodded again. "Okay, well I need to get back to Ron…"

"Okay, bye."

She walked back to Ron, while I stood there. Confused as to what to do, I stormed off, about to take a walk.

The cold wind hit me, unexpectedly, in the face. I wrapped my arms in front of me, trying to keep my black hoodie closer to my body. I pulled out my CD player from my hoodie pocket pressed play, and within thirty seconds, I was zoned out.

Ginny's POV:

Things are awkward. Really extremely, unbearably, awkward. I don't know why he said that. It's not as if I didn't apologize and I didn't feel bad about it! I'm just confused! Eep! I got to go! I was supposed to meet Harry ten minutes ago!

I ran out of my room, down the stairs, bumped into Neville, apologized, dashed through the Common Room, down the hallway, and made it out to the lake in two minutes.

I apologized for being late to Harry.

"It's all right Ginny. I just got here myself."

"Oh well I'm glad you haven't been waiting to long."

Harry grabbed me around the waist and lowered his lips to my ear. "I'd wait around for you forever."

It was sweet, yet really cheesy. I pecked him on the lips. He kissed me, and soon, we were making out.

Billions of thoughts were flying through my head, but the one I kept thinking the most was, 'Oh my god I'm making out with Harry freakin' Potter! This has been my dream since I was a child!' Sure we had kissed before now, but this was the first time we were so intimate about it.

I don't know how long we were doing this, but suddenly I felt an odd presence behind me. I assume Harry felt it too as we both pulled apart at the same time. Harry was giving the person behind us a mix between mad and embarrassed looks.

I turned around to find Ian. The depressed look stained across face. I was curious as to how long it would stay that way.

He looked uncomfortable as he shifted positions a couple of times. "I uh- I didn't mean to interrupt anything I just…thought you guys should know that Ron and Hermione are together now…"

I squealed! "When did that happen? I knew they liked each other! How did it happen? Ron asked Hermione, right?" I asked this so fast that I barely understood what I was asking as the words tumbled out of my mouth.

Harry laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist.

Ian gave a forced smile and continued, "Well I was going back in the Common Room for something, and I heard it. So I waited for her reply, and you know…it kind of goes from there."

"Ian! I need details!" I begged.

Harry laughed. "Ginny, you can get Hermione to give you all those gross details later."

"You're not happy for your best friends?"

"I'm freaking ecstatic, but that's not what I'm trying to say. Ian here" he gestured toward Ian, "is a guy. Therefore, does not understand what you mean when you say you want 'details'."

"Meh!"

Harry was practically on the ground laughing. "What?" I asked. He just laughed harder. I looked at Ian and he shrugged, but you could tell he was just barely holding back a laugh.

I stomped my foot.

"You-laugh-said-laugh-meh! Laugh-what-laugh-the-laugh-hell-laugh-does-laugh-that mean?" His laughter finally subsided and he reached out his arm for me to help him up. I turned away, pretending to be mad.

"Awww come on Gin! You know I didn't mean it like that!" He whined as he stood up.

Haha what a sucker! Watch this!

I pouted as I said, "Harry Potter I am never going to speak to you ever again!"

Apparently I got too carried away, because Harry no longer believed I was mad at him. Which in turned caused me to look really, really stupid.

Ian's POV:

Haha Ginny is such a bad actress! No that I'd ever admit that to her face… But I will admit she did look really hot as she stood there with a look of embarrassment etched across her face.

Then, Harry and I laughed, causing us to earn a whack to the head.

That happened a couple of hours ago, and now I was sitting in the Common Room (the time being 11:59) and wondering why I was here before Hermione…

I heard a pounding of feet come down the girl's staircase, as a very flustered Hermione appeared.

"Sorry Ian I kind of fell asleep..." She trailed off.

I shrugged and gestured toward the clock to show that she was indeed only one minute late and there was no need to apologize.

"Sooo…"She trailed off again.

"So…I got a letter from my dad today." She shot me a questioning look, so I continued. "He got a job transfer…he wants me to transfer to Durmstrang so that I'll be closer…"

"You're going to tell him you don't want to, right?"

"Well… actually…" I trailed off.

She shot me a sad look. "You wouldn't actually willingly go…would you?"

I rubbed the back of my head with my hand. A habit I use when I have nothing I want to say. "I…ah… It's not that easy." I had a nervous look on my face. I hoped she wouldn't ask a bunch of questions I didn't want to answer.

"When are you leaving?"

I sighed, halfway in relief, the other half for disappointment. "Next week."

A/N: just to let you know Perkey Terkey…the only reason I updated was because of that encouraging review. Heres the thing… is the quality of this chapter better or worse than the others? I need an honest opinion please!

R/R