(Sorry it took so long. I had a bit of a writers block.)

Luvs-Mitchel-Musso---Again thanks for the review. Windows Vista?

Aw, I feel bad for you. lol

a 1..a 2..a 1 2 34!

Yeah I don't really know where that came from.

On with the story!

"Okay fine," He agreed holding out his hand. I took it more quickly than I expected ignoring the butterflies in my stomache.

"Deal?" he asked softly.

"Deal."

I immediately started having second thoughts after I said that though. What if he thinks my nightmares are stupid? What if he says something to my parents about it? What if he talks to Ron about it? I sighed, I was in way over my head.

"Ahem," Harry coughed. It took me a couple seconds to register the fact that I was still clinging his hand. I hurriedly let go and bit my lip trying my best to hold back a blush. Harry looked rather amused. I wasn't sure how long I could stop myself from blushing, I could already feel my cheeks heating up.

Curse my Weasley red-headed genes! Suddenly Ron barged through the door with half of mum's blueberry pancakes hanging from his mouth. I was surprisingly thankful, this means I have sometime to think about what I'm going to say to Harry about what went on in the Chamber. I'm not sure if I went to tell him exactly how I felt at the time, I'm sure he's not going to be completely honest about the graveyard right? So there for, I have nothing to feel guilty over if I'm not completely honest.

"Mumwantfftogostodiangonsalleyearly." What an idiot. Harry looks sort of disgusted as well. I really don't understand how they can be best friends. They're complete opposites! Of course Ron and Hermione are completely opposite too yet they're madly in love with each other..

I'll never understand this whole unrequited love thing.

Even though I'm suffereing from it.

I was joking when I wrote that. I don't love Harry.

No really, I don't.

Quit giving me that look! I DO NOT LOVE HARRY POTTER!

"You might want to swallow the pancake before you attempt to talk," Harry answered cutely..uh..I mean sarcastically. To my horror Ron stuffed the rest of the pastry in his mouth, then he leaned his head back and squeezed sticky syrup in his mouth with the bottle he had in his other hand.

"Gross!" I heard Hermione mutter in the door way. Harry just snorted laughing his bum off. Okay so maybe him and Ron aren't complete opposites. But that still doesn't explain Hermione and Ron.

I can see Ron liking Hermione, but the other way around is just revolting!

Ron coughed a little, "I said that Mum wants to go to Diagon Alley early."

"But school doesn't start for another month."

"She wants to get all the good deals on books and everything." I nodded my head slightly.

"Hey Ginny I need help with something," Hermione said with a slight smile on her face, "Can you come up stairs for a minute. I narrowed my eyes a her trying to see what she was thinking.

"Sure.." I said slowly. Then she forcefully grabbed my hand and dragged me towards stairs leaving behind a very confused Harry and Ron. As we retreated for the door I heard Ron mutter, "Woman." under his breath. I turned over towards Hermione blankly before she abruptly scooted me in our room and shut the door. Then she sat down on the bed facing me.

"So?" she asked excitedly.

"So what?" I replied innocently. She grunted in frustration.

"Don't tell me you didn't apologize!" She said angrily getting off the bed. I raised my hands motioning her to sit back down.

"No no, I did."

"Oh," she answered dumbfounded.

I smirked, "You didn't think I would," I accused.

She rolled her eyes, "Of course I didn't think you would! You're so stubborn, can you really blame me?"

I shrugged, "I guess not," I said taking a seat on the bed opposite from her. Her eyes eyed my curiously.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" you mean besides the fact that I'm completely in love with your bestfriend. Again I have no idea where that came from..

I glanced up from the carpeting meeting her gaze. She looked worried.

"He forgave you didn't he?" I smiled a little.

"Of course he did, he's so noble he'd probably forgive Voldemort if he apologized."

Hermione sighed, "So what's the problem?"

"Nothing really, I mean there's kind of something, but.."

She cut me off, "Ginny you're not making any sense."

I sighed, "We talked a little."

She looked at me confused, "Yeah that's a big problem you there," she replied sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, "We sort of made a type of deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"I don't really want to say." She nodded her head knowingly before getting up and taking the spot beside me on the bed.

"Is it something you don't want to do."

"I'm not sure," I said honestly.

"Well you probably should have thought of that before you agreed to do it."

"Thanks Hermione you're loads of help!" I said sarcastically

She inhaled deeply, "Look maybe you could..you know..take the deal back."

"We shook on it."

"So? It's not like you signed some sort of contract."

"I need to think."

"Maybe you should do that more often."

"Oh shove it Hermione!"

She smiled brightly, "If you don't want my help just say so," she answered smirking.

"Okay fine, I don't want you're help," That took her cheesy smile right off her face. I guess she wasn't expecting that.

"Well fine," she huffed walking out of the room slamming the door behind her. I frowned slightly, maybe I'll apologize to her later.

Or maybe I won't.

Hey! I had enough apologizing for one day.

Abruptly, I stood up and began pacing around the room until a bird flew by the window catching my eye. I slowly walked towards the shimmering glass and looked outside. The sun was shinning brightly causing my eyes to squint. It seems like ages since I've been outside, Mum's been so overprotective of us leaving the house.

I smiled as I opened the window letting the Sun's rays hit me. Before I even thought about what I was doing I stepped out onto the foot long ledge, grabbed onto the branches and twigs growing on the side of the house and slowly made my way down. I shivered as the wet grass hit my feet. I then glanced around to study my surrounds when I saw the most gigantic tree I've ever seen! I remembered back home how the twins and I always had contests of who could get up a tree the quickest. They always won considering they we're a foot over me. I smirked at the memory before making my way over to the tree and climbed up, it seemed like the perfect place to gather my thoughts. What do you know? I was right!

"Score 1 for Ginny!"

"I didn't know we were playing a game," Somebody called from below me. It was Harry. Of course. I smiled shyly.

"Can I help you?" he smiled back, Oh how that made my heart melt. (Great now I sound like some phony romance novel.)

"Why yes, I'm looking for a young girl about my age, red hair, cute freckles. Seen her?"

"Hmm..I'm not su.. Wait What?" Harry just said I had cute freckles! Which means he thinks something about me is cute, which is almost like thinking I'm cute, which mean he thinks I'm cute!! Ha! Score 2!

Harry looked at me confused.

"What?"

"Don't you what my what I asked you what first!" Harry looked away from me shaking his head muttering something about being utterly mad. He then glanced back up me completely lost.

"What?"

I sighed, "Oh never mind," I stated in defeat.

Okay so maybe it didn't mean anything when he said that. Maybe my freckles were the only thing he thought was cute about me. Maybe he didn't even think they we're cute! Maybe he just said that because saying, "I'm looking for a girl with ugly freckles," would've been too mean. Maybe..

"You really like writing in that thing don't you?" Harry asked amused. I glanced up confused for a second. I'd almost forgotten he was even there. Which is odd, considering I was writing about him being there. I blushed slightly, he just smiled "Your Mum's been ready to go for to Diagon Alley for the past half hour, we've been looking all over for you."

"Oh," I say dumbfounded, I'd forgotten she wanted to go early.

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Well are you coming or not?" I swiftly hopped down from the branch. Harry seemed a bit impressed.

"What?"

"Oh..nothing," Harry stuttered.

"Okay," I muttered a little breathless. I looked up over Harry's shoulder and saw Ron heading our way, glancing back into Harry's eyes I realized how close we were. Hm, I don't remember being this close..

Harry opened his mouth to say something when Ron barged in.

"Ginny come on we've got to go! I think Mum's about to alert the ministry that you've been kidnapped or something." I rolled my eyes. She would be dramatic. I walked off to follow Ron when Harry grabbed my shoulder. He started leaning towards me and for a second I thought he would kiss me, but then he just whispered in my ear.

"We'll talk tonight." I immediately knew what he was talking about. Sigh, I'm never shaking hands with the-boy-who-lived again.

"Ginny!!" oops.

"Coming!" I shouted leaving Harry behind. Ow! my hand's cramping up! Must make note to buy enchanted quill In Diagon Alley..

(AN: I don't know if I like this chapter that well.. Hopefully you think different! So just press that little button down there, you know you want to.)