A/N: This chapter is a LITTLE almost making my story a LITTLE almost M rated...but not quite. So here is a warning for all of you youinz reading this to run away screaming"I won't read it...I bloody well won't!" and then you really WON'T read it and if you do I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE SURE YOU DIE A LONG AND PAINFUL DEATH!MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA(Steals line from some anonymous friends) Cackles with joy! Plz review w/o flames. Happy Reading!

August 23 - Ginny - 12:15 A.M.
Bugger. I REALLY like Harry .. in fact I LOVE him..but not when he goes around having..well..odd dreams. Let me explain... as best I can seeing as I am most CERTAINLY NOT a boy I won't be able to FULLY comprehend his hormonal boyish thought. Anyway. Mum told me to go wake Harry and Ron up..it was Brunch time. And Ron screamed
'Bloody Hell' as he pulled the covers over his head and ran out of the room, grabbing some dirty old robes on the way. Then, Harry made some odd moaning noises.
"Ginny. Come on over here...come on..you know you wanna...Aw...it's not that bad. You look really REALLY sexy in that tiny stringed green bikini your mum got you for your birthday. C'mon.."
I gaped. I stared. I screamed. NOT GOOD! NO! NO! NOT GOOD AT ALL! VERY BAD IDEA! VERY VERY VERY BAD IDEA! Hermione came up. Harry mumbled more.
"C'mon lets go skinny dipping and then lets well...lets get wild and wooly...without the wool! Don't say know. You know you wanna you witchly whore!" Hermione came in. She screamed. I still screamed. We screamed. Bad Idea! VERY bad idea! Fred and George came in. Harry still mumbled:
"Ginny. Stop trying to keep your swimsuit on...its quite...NATURAL! I'll go get the handcuffs you naughty girl." The twins screamed like girls and then hexed Harry in a very sensitive males-can-only- appreciate-how - much-it-hurts-to-be-hexed-in area. I passed out. Hermione got Ron. Ron came in to a very well...ANGRY Fred and George hexing Harry to wake him up. He screamed and grabbed himself saying "WHAT WAS THAT FOR? IT HURT! Why are Hermione and Ginny in here? WHY IS GINNY PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR?" Then he mumbles something like "Must save her. Love. Only her. Save. Save" Then Fred and George pounced as Harry had began to inch toward my passed - out body and was going to carry me into my room.

"OI! Get away from our baby sister you sick-minded pervert!" The twins went into protective-big-brother mode. Harry looked confused and hurt.

"I am trying to save my damned girlfriends life!"

"Don't call our sister DAMNED! AND STOP DREAMING ABOUT HER IN...YA KNOW...THAT WAY!"

"What? I dunno what you are talking about!"

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuure ya don't mister ' the birds and bees are all natural...don't be afraid!' THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT RIGHT! Back AWAY FROM OUR BABY SISTER. WE WILL GO GET MUM."

Harry looked hurt and confused and did the worst possible thing he could do. He dragged Hermione into the conversation. A VERY shocked Hermione who couldn't stop stammering "You...her...pervert! You...sick...how dare you...dream...Ginny...GIT!"

"Hermione - PLEASE tell these two mistaken GITS that I was not sleeping with Ginny!"

"YOU PERVERT! She is like my little sister you know! And my best friend...and - I bet she would do this if she were conscious right now!" Hermione muttered and then smacked Harry very hard across the face. Slapping it in very many directions - leaving his red face with many white hand marks on it. She grabbed me and then she levitated me back to my room. Where I woke up and we had a VERY long and scarring talk with the twins, Harry, Hermione, Mum, Dad, and Ron about...well...to quote Harry "natural things" Damn him! Note to Ginny: MURDER YOUR BOYFRIEND BY CASTRATING HIM WITH A MUGGLE ZIPPER OR COOKING ITEM LIKE A STEAK KNIFE OR CHEESE GRATER! Wow. I never thought Mum and Dad could stutter that much...especially when they got pictures of some unspoken Weasleys being conceived. VERY SCARRING! Will never look at parents the same. NEVER! NEVER I SAY! NEVER!
TTFN- GOTTA GO PUKE for I just saw two of my brothers...well...measure themselves in the bathroom. All I wanted was a piss. A silent little relieving piss. IS THAT TOO DAMN MUCH TO ASK FOR!
Ginny

August 23 - 2:30 - Harry
Merlin hates me. Today was like a disaster- you know one of those disasters only the cockroaches survive! (A/N: THAT IS SORTA FROM A REALLY GOOD MOVIE WITH MY FAVORITE ACTRESS outside of the hp series IN IT - IT IS CALLED SWEET HOME ALABAMA) I must kill myself. Maybe I should kill myself by slowly castrating self with a metal brand new sharpened spork! Anyway...let me explain...I couldn't sleep last night so I went to the kitchen and got some leftover cabbage rolls. Yummm. Anyway..there is an old muggle saying that goes :
' cabbage rolls after dark make one have very odd dreams that will haunt them forever'
Well...apparently it was right. It TRULY HELPED ME GET TIRED. But, not for a few hours. So I went back up to Ron's room (after peeping in Ginny's room hoping she was awake so we could "talk" or kiss or something)...but she wasn't. Well...I decided I wanted to read, which turned out to be a very bad idea. Yes. Very bad indeed. Well...the only reading material that wasn't a school book in Ron's bloody room that I could find was a wizards form of a muggle magazine called Playboy. Well...it certainly got my mind roaming. I saw a girl who looked like a much MUCH older version of Ginny...but not quite as old as Mrs. Weasley. And ..I thought of Ginny and I's life together after Hogwarts. I do hope to marry her after then. Damn I love her. Anyway, I fell asleep and I dreamt of Ginny and I on our honey-moon in three years. Well, apparently a stupid, simple, fantasy-like dream was more than a private wish...it turned out to be a wet dream. NOT GOOD! Ginny was sent to wake me up and passed out after listening to me moan a while. The Hermione came in...and almost passed out. Then Fred and George came in...making matters worse. They listened - very disgusted might I mind you- to me dream about having a wild night with their younger sister and hexed me in a rather-sensitive groin area. I woke up oblivious and then...I was forced to go listen to a sex talk for a while that had been long postponed for all the Weasley children for a while. BAD IDEA FOR THE PARENTS! BAD IDEA! Note to Harry for when he has a large family with Ginny - DO NOT GIVE YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS 'THE TALK' IN THE SAME ROOM. LET GINNY HANDLE THE GIRLS. YOU CAN TAKE THE BOYS, IT WONT BE QUITE AS SCARRING THAT WAY Well...then Fred was determined to prove his groin area was..well...was trying to prove he has a larger groin than George - who was taken aback by this and insisted he had a larger males groin. Ginny unfortunately walked in on them 'measuring' and 'comparing' themselves in the bathroom and now she passed out again. I don't think I will be able to face my extremely gorgeous girlfriend for a few days. I don't think I will leave my bed in Ron's room for a few weeks. Ron can bring me meals. I want to lay there and wallow in self-pity for a while..and then DIE! Tata! It's suicide time! Joking! TABOO! (MY NEW CATCH PHRASE) (A/N: This was influenced by another one of my friends who happened to be very drunk off of Welch's sparkling white grape juice at the time. SHE CAME UP WITH THE SKELETON FOR THIS CHAPTER!) Taboo!
Harry
P. S.- if I die- I want to give Fred and George my key/section thingie so they can write in you! Taboo!screamed in a airy girlish voice as if pretending to fall of a cliff or fly w/o a broom like a six year old running around in a cape!