Disclaimer: I never did this yet so I figured I'd better..

I own two dogs, a toothbrush, a cd player, and a bottle of gaterade.

Do I own Harry Potter?

Psh..I wish.

Oh for Pete's sake this is pathetic! These two need to get a move on! Honestly what is it with these humans? Boy likes Girl, Girl likes Boy. It's not that hard to figure out! Jeesh just snog already! I can't believe I was bought by this dumbfounded girl! I hate teenagers whole bloody lot of them! Now that git boy's blushing.. Oh this is ridiculas! And what's he staring at me like that for? Quit reading you prat! Ha! that got him to look away. Great, now that Ginny girl's blushing. What is it with teenagers and blushing?! Ah! now she's trying to snap me in half!

ABUSE! MY OWNERS ABUSING ME! QUICK CALL THE QUILL PATROL!!

Bedroom

Stupid, stupid, stupid quill!! I'm sending it back to Diagon Alley tomorrow with a full refund!

"Oh that quill is perfect! It's just what you're looking for!" Ha! That's the last time I ever listen to a sales lady again!

I should probably go back and tell you what happened..

Earlier

"Cookie?" I smiled taking the cookie. No NOT flirtatiously! Harry smiled back, taking a quick drink of his milk. Then the next thing I know he's blushing. I narrowed my eyes taken aback. He never blushes. Unless it's about Cho. Ugh, I hate her.

Ahem.

Anyway, curious as to what he was blushing about, I looked down towards his gaze. My eyes widened as I realized that he was blushing about my journal. I started to read when one line stuck out like a firebolt. 'Jeesh just snog..'

Snog.

Who was supposed to snog?

Me and Harry?

I gapped at my journal. I felt heat rising towards my cheeks as I looked back at Harry. He seemed to be debating on being embarrassed or laughing his bum off. Then, like the idiot I am, I stood up chasing the quill outraged at what it wrote. When I finally got a hold of it I snapped the bloody thing in half. Quite proud and satisfied with myself, I calmly walked back over to Harry, taking my seat.

I laughed nervously looking at Harry, "The things quills write these days."

Harry snorted holding his hand over his mouth, he was trying very hard not to laugh.

Noble Git.

"It's not that funny.."

Snicker.

"I don't see what your laughing at."

Chuckle.

"I didn't write it! The bloody quill did!" Not be able to control himself anymore he burst out laughing. I glared at him.

"Gin," he said between giggles, "You're going to have to come up with a better excuse than lightning storms this time." I seriously think I stood there with my mouth daggling open for at least five minutes.

"Wh--what?" He laughed again.

"In Love With The Boy Who Lived!" He mimicked in a girly voice. I swear I probably looked as red as my hair, if not worse. He smirked at my state of shock. He laughed again before sobering up a bit, "I can't believe they actually sell things that say that!" He said still laughing. I gulped trying to find the write words to say.

"They were from first year!" I managed to squeak out. He raised his eyebrows.

"Haven't grown much then have you Ginny?" he noted.

I rolled my eyes slowly gaining back my composer, "For your information, they were big on me when I first got them. And they're quite comfy, so don't start avoiding me again thinking I've gone back to my stalker-ish ways, because I haven't."

"I never avoided you," he stated matter-of-factly. I gave him a look saying, 'yeah right.' "I didn't," he looked offended, "I thought you were sort of--cute." I nearly choked on my milk. He laughed at my sputtering state.

"You thought me walking around looking like a red tomato, putting my arms in butter dishes, and sending you geeky valentines was..cute?"

He shrugged before getting an evil glint in his eye, "So it was you sent that valentine!"

"I might have.." I said quietly. He laughed his stupid bloody laugh.

"I loved the 'his hair is as black as a black board' part," he laughed again, "Way to point out the obvious."

"Oh shut it! My skills have improved over the years you know."

He abruptly stopped laughing, "You still write poems?"

I shrugged, "Of course I do, It's sort of a hobby for me." He suddenly looked uncomfortable shifting slightly in his seat. I eyed him crossly, "I never said they were poems about you."

He glared back, "I never said they were about me either."

And cue awkward silence!

"So--uh--what are they about?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"The stuffy kind of stuff."

"That didn't make any sense."

"Maybe not to you."

"..Or to anyone else in the world."

"It makes sense to me."

"Then you're abnormal." I stopped stuffing cookies in my mouth and stared at him in disbelief.

"Harry, I don't know if you realize this, but your God father is wanted for murder, you've cheated death numerous times, and to top all that off you're a magical wizard who's out to defeat the evil cockroach know as Voldemort. You live, breath and eat abnormality."

"Point taken." I smiled warmly.

"So.." Harry said breaking the tention, "How exactly do you take a cookie flirtatiously?"

And the tension's back up.

"That quill is the spawn of idiocy, It hasn't the bloody clue what it's talking..er..writing about."

"Sure Gin..sure.."

I sighed, fiddling with my glass, "It's your turn you know," I stated solemnly. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"You're nightmares."

"No," he said immediately.

"What?"

He shrugged, "Just what I said, No."

"We had a deal."

"You barely said anything about yours, so why should I tell you mine?"

"At least I attempted, I just wasn't ready yet."

"Then we'll talk when you are ready."

He can not get away with this!

"But that's not fair."

He shrugged in a way that implied 'Get over it.' I sighed furiously.

I can not believe he's going to get away with this.

"Is there a problem?" he asked amused.

I glared, "Of course not," I stated standing up and walking towards the door. I stopped before reaching the door way, turning around, "I wouldn't be too eager though, for all you know it might take me years to get ready." I smirked at his confused stated and walked out the door and up to my room.

Where Hermione is currently snoring her brains out.

Well sweet journal of mine I reckon it's time I get some sleep. Writing can be very exhausting. Especially this early in the morning..

Yawn. Well I'm going to bed now.

"BREAKFAST!"

You've got to be bloody kidding me.

A/n: well there it is. Hope you like! Hey here's a crazy idea how about reviewing and letting me know?