A/N: Done with finals ready to write!!! Yay! I tweaked the story line to make it so the chapters are longer from now on. I won't be changing the first three though.

I am dedicating this chapter to those who have reviewed, especially singthisstorydown, who encouraged me to write longer chapters.

Disclaimer: the fact that I have to write this means that I do not own Harry Potter

Ginny walked up to the old boot that was on the ground. It looked like something that could be used as a Portkey. She picked up the boot and looked inside. Sure enough, there was a folded note with Harry's familiar handwriting on the front. Ginny had no idea where he was going with this. She didn't know whether or not to be insulted by the fact that he was relating her to an old mangy boot. She better read the note before she made any assumptions.

Ginny,

I love the way you love Quidditch as much as I do. Most girls don't understand or even like the game, like Hermione for example. I know that as long as I am with you I will always have someone to talk to and play Quidditch with. For someone who could play it for hours at a time, it is amazing to me that you are the same way. Now you might be wondering why I led you out in the cold to look in an old boot. This boot reminds me of the time that I went to the Quidditch World Cup with you, Ron, and the other Weasleys. This was my first trip on a Portkey. Even though the end didn't turn out all that great, (stupid Death Eaters, why did they have to ruin everything?) I really had a blast. This is the first time that I spent a lot of time with you. I'm glad that we both get to have this memory of an important Quidditch memory to share together. For your next clue, head up to your room. Hint: Look at these if you want a sneaky way to send messages.

Harry

Ginny thought about the latest clue as she walked towards the door. This hunt was not getting any easier, she thought to herself. Glancing one last time outside, she wondered where Harry was and if he was watching her. Not seeing him, she headed inside to the kitchen. Her mum was up and was starting breakfast. Ginny took off her coat and sat at the table. She decided to warm up a bit at the table while she thought about the next clue.

"Good morning, Ginny. What were you doing outside?"

"Harry sent me on a treasure hunt this morning," Ginny decided to answer truthfully because she knew her mum would know if she was lying.

"A treasure hunt?" Mrs. Weasley asked, slightly puzzled. "What's the special occasion?"

"I have no idea," answered Ginny, "But so far all the clues have been really sweet and thoughtful. I think Hermione might have helped him with them."

Mrs. Weasley, realizing that she was not going to get any more out of her daughter, gave her a plate of food. Ginny continued to think about the next clue as she ate her eggs and toast. How can you sneakily send messages? By note, maybe invisible ink? There was a whole new line of Weasley products that had to do with secret messages. Parchment that only responded to a certain spell, ink that only worked at a certain time of day, even earrings that would say a message if you said a certain phrase. Maybe it was one of these. It was a good possibility because Harry had gotten a whole box full of products for Christmas, just like he did every year.

Harry stood at the window in the room he was sharing with Ron. Ginny had just gone inside after getting the clue from the boot. He had been there ever since he heard the kitchen door slam shut. He had been waiting for it for at least half an hour. He had started to get antsy after just ten minutes. He kept asking himself what if she had lost the note he left her while she was sleeping? or What if she had just slept through the whole thing? Then he heard the door slam and ran to the window.

He saw her look around, puzzling over her latest clue. Her eyes were searching everywhere: the orchard, the pitch, even the garden. He saw her expression when she went to the boot. It was a mix between bemusement and indignation at being compared to a smelly old boot. He saw her while she read the note. Her eyes danced across the page, he saw the occasional smile, and once even a laugh. He wondered what part she was laughing at; he hadn't meant any of that to be funny. He would have to ask her what she was laughing at later. Then he saw her frown as she read the next clue, her forehead scrunched as she thought about it. He saw her walk to the door, pause, and then look around the yard. He guessed (correctly) that she was looking to see if he was watching her.

About the time that Ginny disappeared inside, Ron started to wake up. When he noticed that Harry was already awake and dressed, he groaned. He was not a morning person and he hated seeing someone as happy and awake as Harry was first thing in the morning.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked Harry when he found the energy to talk.

"I just have a feeling that today is going to be a very good day."

"What could possibly give you that inclination?" Ron asked grumpily.

Harry looked at him funny before he said, "You have been spending way too much time with Hermione, Ron. You are starting to talk like her. And why can't I just be happy?"

Ron glared at him, he couldn't really think of a good comeback for that. It was true that he was spending a lot of time with Hermione. He loved her. Why shouldn't he spend a lot of time with her? So instead, Ron changed the subject.

"I think Ginny was in here this morning. Unless I'm dreaming, I think she was going through your stuff. Weird if you ask me. What is in your trunk that she would have the slightest interest in?"

Instead of answering, Harry just grinned. He didn't plan on telling anyone that he had sent Ginny on a treasure hunt until after the fact. Besides, they would all know soon enough. Ron looked at him suspiciously, he wasn't sure he liked the way Harry's face lit up when he mentioned Ginny or that he wouldn't answer his question. Oh well, he decided to deal with that later. Right now he was hungry.

"I'm going to head downstairs and get some breakfast, want to come?" Ron asked.

"Nah, I think I'm going stay in here for awhile, maybe read a book." He didn't want Ginny to see him until she was at the end of the treasure hunt.

Ron looked at his friend. He had known Harry for almost ten years, and even if he didn't have a reputation for eating everything like Ron, he knew him well enough to know that he would never willingly choose reading a book to eating. Something was going on that he wasn't telling him. Ron shrugged and headed downstairs. He really was hungry.

Ginny went upstairs after hurrying through breakfast. On her way, she passed Ron on the stairs. She heard him muttering something like "secrets…..me….happy… .Hermione…" Deciding is was better not to ask, Ginny headed into her room. She glanced around thinking about the clue, what is a sneaky way to send messages? Then her eyes fell on a box on her dresser. It was a brightly colored wooden box that Hermione had gotten her on one of her many vacations, she thought it might have been France, but she wasn't sure. Ginny walked towards it knowing what she would find inside.

A/N So how was it? Too long? It was longer than what I expected. Oh well. Let me know what you guys think. What do you think about Harry's point of view added to the story? Also I'm considering adding a poll for this story. Good idea or no?