I looked down at my legs knowing that I was blushing. I never really talk to Harry and this was my chance. Too bad I had absolutely no clue what to say.

So, since I had no clue what to say I guess I wont say anything. Ha! I'm a genius! Pleased with my geniousness..es..thats not a word is it? Oh well. I started scrubbing at my legs furiously with the wet rag Harry gave to me what seems like hours ago. The pink was sort of coming off, but it was leaving a blotchy red color. I stoped suddenly. poke. Oh! Bloody Hell that hurt!

"Ginny" But hey no pain, no gain right?

"Ginny" Must avoided conversation! Scrub harder!! Harry starts nudging my side. Stupid scarhead, can't he see I'm busy.

"Hello!" he starts waving his hand in my face. Apparently he's not aware the ignoring concept. Gasp, he just took my rag!

"Hey!" stupid git I was using that! Uh oh, the pain's catching up to me. Sigh, I need to come up with ways to distract myself that aren't harmful to my body.

"Don't you hey me, you were a centimeter from rubbing all your skin off! Look at you're leg it's practically bleeding!" I stubbornly glance down at my leg. And he was right..but I wasn't going to tell him that..

"It was not! It doesn't even hurt see.." I poke my leg repeatedly. Ouch.

"Ginny you're being downright ridicules." Ouch

"Ginny stop." Ouch

"Ginny Stop." I mimic him. What?! It was the perfectly mature thing to do. And again..ouch. He grabs my hand to stop me from causing myself any more pain. Now you'd figure I'd just use my other hand to poke myself repeatedly. But I didn't. It was like my mind turned into mush, and I had absolutely no control over anything. In other words I did what Hermione and Ron do in my nightmares.

I went all googly eyed on Harry. I also seemed to lose any reasonable thinking, because the next words that came out of my mouth were defiantly supposed to remaine in my thoughts.

"I wish you'd do that more often. Our fingers fit together perfectly you know." My eyes widened in horror. Harry turns flushed, but doesn't let go.

"Wh..What?"

"Uh.." yeah I was wondering that myself. Hm, maybe if I just play it cool start laughing, pretend it was a joke. Yeah, that'll work! "uh.." But first I need to gain control of my mouth again. Say something!! "Um.." Hey at least it was a different word this time. "The..the pink." Harry looks at me confused. "It's still on my legs." He still looked confused. "Sirius wanted you to help me get it off right?" Just play along, change the subject you green-eyed prat!

"Yeah, sure, I guess" He let go of my hand. I reluctantly forced myself not to look upset that he did so. Avoiding my eyes he picks up the rag and started rubbing my legs, being careful not to touch the red spots.

"You really hurt yourself you know? You need to be more careful, and I'm not just talking about the rag. When Sirius and I heard you scream we thought you were being attacked by Death Eaters or something."

"Sorry," I said barely above a whisper. I was still slightly embarrassed about what I said. Harry looks up meeting my gaze.

"Did you dye your face pink too?" okay maybe I was a little more than slightly embarrassed..

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"You're Blushing," he laughs. I made him laugh!! Not that I care or anything. Where would you get that idea? I blushed more as he was still staring at me. He again laughs, but I guess that's not really a good thing since he was laughing at me.

"Stop!" I say shoving his arm, "You're making it worse!" He smiles his cute, adorable boy-who-lived smile. Whoa, where'd that come from?

"I shouldn't make you blush though should I?" He says flatly. I tilt my head confused. "You shouldn't get embarrassed in front of me."

"I get embarrassed in front of everybody Harry." Liar! my mind screams at me. But I ignore it. If that's even possible.. Seriously, can you ignore you're own thoughts?

"You don't get embarrassed in front of you're brothers." I narrow my eyes at him.

"What are you implying?" I asked daring him to answer.

"Well.." He continues not noticing the tension, "We're like family you know? So There's really no need to get embarrassed in front of me." He glances up at my blank face. Way too many emotions were going through me to show any one emotion. " We're like siblings really, I mean I've been coming over here every summer since after my second year." It takes me I few seconds to register what he was saying. Eventually my thoughts catch up with me.

"Family?" He nods his head stupidly

"Yeah."

"Siblings?" I ask appalled. He again nods his head. What an idiot! My face started turning red, but it defiantly wasn't from blushing this time.

"Harry James Potter, You are the farthest thing from family to me!" I glowered at him. "And yes, I am sodding aware that you've been coming over here every bloody summer since I started Howgwarts! Do you know why I'm aware?" He stood there shaking his head dumbfounded. "Because you idiot I've been dreading every moment of it!" He still stared dumbfounded. I sighed, " The fact is Harry that you are not family to me and you never will be. I just wish you and Ron never met because then I wouldn't have to even be here right now!" I took a deep breath before continuing, " This is all your fault Harry, we're going into hiding because of you." His mouth dropped, lost for words. I knew I was hurting him but I couldn't stop. Tears shinned in my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. "You never thought about what would happen because you started befriending my family. Harry we're being targeted by Death Eaters!" This time it was Harry's turn to look angry.

"You think I really don't think about that? Ginny I think about it everyday!" His voice softens, "I didn't intend for this to happen, I didn't want to put your family in danger." I look at him pathetically. I kept too much inside and now I was taking it all out on Harry.

"But you did Harry, you did." I'm sobbing now, " I still have nightmares about it you know, that day in the chamber." Harry looks weak his face falling. "That Diary shouldn't have been put in my cart Harry, There were a hundred other eleven year old girls at Hogwarts and out of all of them Lucius chose me," I laughed bitterly, " I wonder why?" Harry opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, " There were also a hundred other eleven year old boys on the Hogwarts express," I pause meekly, "Why'd you have to choose my brother?" Harry looked away from me, he looked like he was about to cry as well. Suddenly there were footsteps. Fred and George came into view as they entered the kitchen. They were discussing something or another. Then Fred, or perhaps it was Gorge glanced over at me. The other looked over too. Their brows furrowed.

"What the bloody hell happened?" They asked together. I furiously started wiping my tears away before answering.

"Just a sibling row right Harry?" He refused to meet my gaze stairing at the ground. The doors burst open again as Mum walked in.

"Ginny" she says surprised, "What are you doing up so early dear?" I forced myself to smile as I answered.

"Sorry Mum, I was just got a tad hungry due to skipping dinner last night and thought I'd get a snack," I look back over to Harry bitterly, "But suddenly I lost my appetite." I said coldly. Then with out another word I dashed out of the kitchen and retreated up the stairs. Where I am now sulking.

(A/N: I really liked this chapter. Shows another side of Ginny. Well tell me what you think! Oh, and I may not be able to write another chapter for a while, I'm leaving Wednesday and wont be back home 'til Saturday. But I'll try to write soon!)