I apologise for not updating for a long time, but after the Christmas holidays, we haven't had much time because of school, but we will try and update more often. Sorry.


He had THE biggest grin on his face.

"What's so funny," I asked

"You do realise you have red lipstick kisses all over your face, no doubt from your mother.",he said, bursting into hysterics. Even Ron and Hermione spared a few seconds to glance over, both trying hard to hide the unavoidable giggles.

"That explains why that first year screamed and ran away saying 'AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII she's covered in blood!'" added my brother thoughtfully.

I ran to the toilets and Harry followed obediently. It took him about 10 seconds to realise he was standing in the middle of the girls' toilets, and he looked horrified and tried to run far away but I was too quick for him. I grabbed him and he turned around slowly. We stood like two bad actors staring in each other's eyes for about an hour. I giggled and turned around to wash the lipstick of my face, but this time Harry was too quick. He grabbed me and I spun round, and we stood there kissing, as if in a dream.

This was ultimately the most romantic moment of my life when suddenly the flame haired pig known as Ron Weasley, my brother and Hermione , who was neither flame haired, a pig or, thankfully, my brother, snuck in, intent on doing exactly Harry and I were in the middle of, and maybe even more. Watching my brother and one of my best friends get it on was mentally scarring. Ron caught on quite quickly that we were there. We exchanged many hurried 'um nice to see you's and went our separate ways.

The rest of the journey, thank god, wasn't too bad. Ron and Hermione went of to another compartment, doing god knows what. Harry and I had an fantastic time all by ourselves , chatting, playing, and of course, kissing. I really can't remember what we did because we were so happy and content. All I can remember is being very tired after the feast, and dragging myself to bed. Maybe I had one too many of those very nice, chocolates with butterbear, or maybe it was fire whisky.

The first day was so exhausting. I had so many lessons to rush of too. I hate being a year under Harry. I only get to see him in our breaks. During lunch I asked him if he remembered what happened on the train and he said that we both had a lot of fire whisky, and that was all he can remember. Ron and Hermione said that they found us both asleep in our compartment and had to wake us up. Never again.

Obviously, everyone was still in shock from the Bill thing. But everything seemed back to normal. Mum was writing to us, and was fairly happy. Ron and Hermione were eating each other's faces at every opportunity of the day, so no worries there. The rest of the family were getting on with their normal lives and Harry, well Harry was doing just fine. Apparently, we 've been taking a leaf out of Ron and Hermione's book.

Dad has asked some friends at the ministry to put a search for Bill, Charlie and Fleur. I hope we find them. I really do. I miss Bill and Charlie so much. I can't bear the thought of Bill to be so unhappy. I wish there was something I could do.