Chapter 2.. The Plot.

Day 5 Well…. So much for the sleeping tactic. It is about five o'clock in the morning and I am wide-awake. (but ridiculously tired.) I can't help thinking about what Hermione said last night. And I can't help but wonder if HE still cares for me. I need to know this. Do I get on with my life? Do I date other boys? Or do I wait for Him in vain for somehow one day he might be ready. I think I am just going to show Harry that if he wants to he can come back but I'm not going to break apart. That sounds surprisingly good. I think I will go downstairs for breakfast now.

Later.

Ha! That was great. Well… Apart from the fact that Har.. I mean. He wasn't there. I laughed and giggled with Hermione bout.. some random thing. I don't remember. And Ron asked if I wanted to play Quidditch. I told him I would and we played for about an hour. I had a great time. In fact the best time I had had all summer. Anyway I'm back now and Hermione is upstairs doing something. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing Fred and George and I also want some new robes. I think I'll pick up some more Weird Sisters too. Ever since Dad got promoted we've been able to buy all this other stuff. So now I'm going to buy myself something.

Anyway. I can hear Hermione talking to someone upstairs. I can't hear what she's saying but it sounds like its one of the boys and she's talking to them in low soothing voices. And… hang on. The boy.. he's crying! CRYING! Well Harry would never cry and my brother's not here so… Hermione must have invited someone here. Oh well. I'll talk to Mione later.

Ok. I'm going for lunch now.

Ginny.

I loved lunch. He was there. But he was oddly quiet. I had the best time. Ron had taught Hermione how to play Chess properly and so after lunch she attempted to play against me. Of course I flogged her but she was quite good. He watched us for a while just sitting there staring at the game apparently lost in thought. But once the game ended Ron offered to get a jug of pumpkin juice He sped upstairs with a hasty 'No thanks.'

I too declined Ron's ever generous offer of his pumpkin juice because I had experience of Ron's handy work. There was the time he tried to charm his own cheese with Mum's wand. Well the green goo sliding down the walls was enough for me let alone… well I really can't think about it. Ha! Anyway. That's why I'm back here.

I think I might just hang around my room for a while. I feel so confused. I'm not sure if he cares anymore. I don't know what to do. I thought that I could ease up with him if I hung around them today. But he was really quiet and uncomfortable. He just sat there silent as. Anyway. I think I'm just gonna go and get ready for tomorrow.

Ginny

Day Six,

Yesterday afternoon was boring. I just hung around the house and owled a couple of friends. I'm going to Diagon Alley in an hour so I can't wait for that. Mum ever so kindly informs me that instead of floo powder we have to go to The Leaky Cauldron by CAR! And to top it off. Mum tells me that she booked us designated seats and mine is coincidently beside his! Hermione told me that she was coming but she was sitting behind me with Ron. Ohhh… this is not fair. I dunno why I care because yesterday he showed no sign of any emotion. And anyway I will just try to be friendly… Maybe I can ask Hermione if I can swap tickets with him. I'll go try.

Ten Minutes later

Hermione is …. So… ohh… she makes me so…. Arrgghhh the.. she wouldn't swap with me. I tried the 'But he's my ex!' tactic and that didn't work, 'He doesn't like me anymore!' and 'He's your best friend! You sit next to him' In the end Hermione got told by Mum to go get ready. So she left and I was still stuck with the ticket in a seat beside him. And then I went upstairs and I hear HIM pleading with my brother. I still couldn'\t hear what they were saying but I could hear them talking. Well… looks like I have to go downstairs the cars are here. Here goes nothing. I'll write about this fiasco to be when I get back.

Ginny

Day 8

Arrrgghhh that was disastrous. I had to sit next to him in the car and to top it off the car was incredibly.. snug. We were all squashed in our seats. He and I could barely breath because our shoulders were squished together and we were both trying very hard to pull away. In the end the seatbelts got jammed and I suddenly had my head wedged on his shoulder and his arms were on mine. It was very uncomfortable. He and I probably looked very strange because we were both tugging at our seatbelts. He looked thoroughly embarrassed when his hands were stuck on my shoulders. Well I suppose it was better than my waist. Plus he was showing some emotion. And it wasn't all that bad. He was embarrassed not angry or harsh!

I felt really stupid because I never had my head on his shoulder even when we were dating. Anyway.

We get to Diagon Alley and Mum goes 'Ok. You lot go do your shopping.' And she handed Ron and me some extra money for school stuff.

I was a little bit apprehensive when we started off because He was in the group. But nothing could have topped it off when Ron said 'I want to go to Fred and George's"

He immeadiatley goes 'Yeah… me too.' But Hermione says 'Oh.. Harry.. Could you go with Ginny. I think she needs a new set of dress robes.' I stare at Hermione and I say 'Mione… I'm not sure if that's the best idea.' But Hermione and Ron start shepherding me and HIM off toward Madam Malkins. They strolled off hand in hand only looking back to call out 'Meet you at Fortescues at 5!'

Five! Did they realise that was about six hours away!

Anyway I turned to Harry painfully and said well I need to go in here pointing at Madam Malkins. He nodded curtly and I pushed my way in. About half an hour later I walked out with a couple of pairs of robes plus a pair of beautiful baby pink, floaty dress robes. I tried them all on and I almost considered asking Harry what he thought of them but in the end I thought he won't care so I just bought them.

We ended up at Flourish and Botts after that and we each separated to get our own stuff. I was glad for the silence. The rest of the day dragged on with no conversation whatsoever. We did all our shopping and the only communication was when one of us pointed ot a shop and we entered. That was it. Our eyes never met. I thought that maybe after six hours he would at least say, 'Hey' or 'Scuse me' even. But no he said nothing to me. Anyway we turn up at Fortescues and nobody was there. So we painfully take a table and we sit there opposite each other. I was reminded painfully of a couple of times with Dean in Madam Puddifoots. I looked at Harry who was staring at me. But before I could meet his eyes he dropped his gaze and began studying the menu more closely than one should. We sat there for about an hour and then another one.. It was seven o'clock, dark and cold. And He and I hadn't exchanged a word. He looked up from the menu that he was still staring at and he pointed towards the Leaky Cauldron. I nodded briefly and I followed him into the warm pub. He took a seat at a table but instead I went to Tom and asked him, 'Hey Tom?' the toothless bar tender looked up at me stupidly, 'Have you seen my parents, and Hermione and Ron come through here?" I asked him hoping he could understand me. He nodded and said in his thick voice, "Yeh, They told me that if you came through here I was to give you this.'

He handed this slip of parchment to me. I took it from him and walked back to where Harry was sitting.

I opened the slip and read Hermiones flowery handwriting.

Dear Ginny and Harry,

Um.. we couldn't see you at Fortescue's so we thought that perhaps you were still shopping. Anyway, your mum said that you guys could stay the night at the Leaky Cauldron and that she'd come pick you up tomorrow morning. Hope you're OK with that.

Love Hermione

I read the note a couple of times before handing it to him. He looked at it, his eyes growing wider and wider with each line. 'Looks like we need a room for tonight.' He said.

We walked over to the counter and asked Tom for a room each. The old bag shook his head and says, 'Sorry Lads and Lasses. Only one vacancy tonight.'

I just about groaned. Was this fates way of tormenting me? Making me share room with HIM! He talked to Tom for a few more minutes, trying to persuade him to make a room vacant. But the bartender wouldn't budge. NO. He said. In the end HE gave up in exasperation, 'Fine. Can you give me the keys.' As he handed Tom a couple of silver.

We walked upstairs together and I entered the room first. I surveyed the surroundings. No couch. No armchair. One double bed. No spare blankets for floor sleepers. No extra pillows. Not even a bit of carpet to curl up in. I started laughing hysterically. This was just so so so cruel. Somebody really didn't like me. I started laughing so hard that tears were running down my face. Harry walked in behind me to see what I wsa cackling about. He saw what I meant and he looked really worried. He almost looked like he was trying to stop himself from going downstairs and sleeping on the pub floor by the fire. But instead he says, 'Well… looks like we'll be sharing a bed tonight hey.'

I couldn't answer because I could barely breathe. I just laughed nad laughed like a maniac. But it was getting dark so him being the sensible one at the moment turned on the lights.

We tried to avoid each other until it got so lte that I had to go to sleep. I didn't have any pyjamas and my jeans and strappy singlet weren't appropriate attire. I took a shower while Harry got ready beiside the bed. I tried to graceful by wrapping two towels around me. I tied them in a tight knot and I padded out into the room. Harry was already lying there in his overlarge T-shirt. I tried to be discreet as I slid into bed. He looked shocked to see me in nothing but two towels but Oh well jeans and a painful little shirt wasn't going to cover it. He was still staring at me! That wasn't right! He wasn't my boyfriend. But before I could say a thing he rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning I slept into late before I remembered where I was. I woke up and He was out of bed. I got out of bed and opened some of yesterday's packages. I grabbed a denim mini and a pair of tights to go with my pink T-Shirt. I strolled out to where he was sitting on the floor. Obviously waiting for me to appear.

'Hungry?' was all he said,

'Famished.' I replied.

Wow. What a fantastic conversation. Hingry Famished. What riveting material. This was really really pathetic. I wne t downstairs where we both ordered brekky before deciding that we should go to the Post Office. I wrote to Hermione and asked her when the cars were coming. Once I had posted that, he asked me if we should use some Floo Powder. I didn't realise why I hadn't thought of this. We went back into The pub and we asked for some Floo. Tom obliged and then we went to the Fire. He threw it in and then stepped into the fire, 'The Burrow!'

And that's where it went wrong. He was thrown out of the fire with such a force he smacked against the furthermost wall. I resisted the urge to laugh but I let someone else help him up. He came back and Tom said, 'Your floo networks down. Won't let anyone through.' And with that the bar tender chuckled off.

Fantasitc, I thought. We left the Leaky Cauldron to go to Fred and George's. We went to their shop first and then we were welcomed for lunch at their apartment. We hung around for a couple of hours before Hedwig came with a letter telling us that the cars were on their way. Harry and I stood up so fast that we smacked our heads together. It was rather painful. And then we left, standing outside waiting for the car which finally arrived. Thankfully the car trip wasn't as painful.

But anyway. Now after almost two days I am at home again. To think that I did this whole thing and will one day have to look over it is really embarrassing. I am so glad to be home.

Anyway I'm stuffed. I'm going to bed

Ginny.