What have I done???

What did I say???

Oh Christ...

Thank MERLIN that Ron can't hear me...

I mean...

This ISN'T happening...

Ginny???

This CAN'T be happening!!!!

How can I actually like her???

My best mate's little sister???

How thick can I get???

What are her brothers going to do to me????

What is Ron going to do???

Ron wouldn't mind you going out with her, you know.

Yes, yes hewould.

You're his best mate!!!! The Chosen One, ring any bells??

Hence my problem. It would cause unmerciful trouble.

And I've already caused my fair share.

And then some.

You saved her!!!!! If that isn't a 'get out of jail free' card, then I don't know what is.

Hey-

I haven't finished!!!!! Don't interrupt!!!!! You also saved their Dad!!!!!

I nearly got them killed!!!

They are alive!!! THANKS TO YOU!!!!!

It doesn't matter. There are lines that best mates, DON'T CROSS.

You are impossible!! If she starts going out with someone else, don't come crying to me!

You are me.

Shut up. I'm still right. Now you have to get up.

Why?

Hogwarts? Ring any bells? The place where you are going to see Gin every day!!!

You shut up, NOW.

Ha! I win!

Stupid ass hormones.

Argh, I have to get up...

'Ron!' Lovely snoring.

'RON!' COME ON!!!!!! This time a get a muffled 'her-me'

I wonder who that is... Yeah, right.

I hear Mrs. Weasley scream for Ginny. We're next.

'RONALD WEASLEY!!!! GET DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!!! WE ARE LEAVING IN LESS THEN AN HOUR AND I EXPECT BETTER FROM A PREFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Bingo!

I roll out of the bed and get up slowly. Ron grunts, opens his eyes and starts cursing the day he was born.

'Charming, Ron.'

'I am the, very definition of charm.'

'In what universe, is this exactly?' Ron throws his pillow at me. I chuck mine back at him and it sends him flying off the bed. Yes, I am that great! Well it would also help that I stuck a book in there.

'Pillows, I curse thee!' Ron tells the pillow I chucked at his head.

'The second sign of insanity. Talking to inanimate objects.'

'Shut up, Harry. We better get downstairs, before, Mum has a heart attack.'

'Righto.'

We plod down the stairs, yawning and groaning as we do. Ron grunts at everyone at the table, morning exhaustions is setting in now, but he smiles at Hermione.

Subtle, really subtle.

Mrs. Weasley is rushing about the place, panicking about the lateness of the hour. Gin gets up and mutters something I don't quite catch.

I'm sure twas nothing anyway.

I scoff the rest of my breakfast and head back upstairs.

I chuck everything into my trunk as quickly as I can. Need to get down and have a shower, dress and out of here, before Mrs Weasley has an aneurism.

I dart down to the bathroom in a towel. Trying to avoid Ron...

There was an incident last year...

You don't want to know... But it was embarrassing to say the least.

I walk into the bathroom.

Normal you would think.

But there is one slight problem.

In the form of, Ginny Weasley.

And she's only in a towel.

Gulp.

Wow... I never knew my intestines could dance the conga so well.

But...

I think my brain has shorted out. I think I stutter at her, but in this state you could ask me if I loved Voldermort and I'd probably say yeah.

That's how bad it is.

Or good it is.

Depends on how you look at it.

Especially when she darts round the bathroom picking up her stuff and one item happens to fall on my foot.

Oh shite...

Her bra!

Don't think about it.

Shake it off.

It's the heat.

Don't think about it...

Ginny turns bright red and I pick it up.

Suppressing all dangerous thoughts that involve best mates little sister...

I toss it at her; she grabs it, with a 'caught in the headlights' look that I adore.

WAIT??? Adore??? Holy crap, man. Thank GODRIC, MERLIN, WHOEVER!!

That Ron cannot hear me right now. I also must pray that he does not develop the power to read minds. And not that crap Snape tried to teach me to avoid.

'Nice pattern Gin.' And it is. I can help but crack a grin, as I see that it has little lightning bolts, all over it.

I stroll in as she walks out and I bump her hip.

WTF am I doing???

Sirius must have possessed me.

Yeah that's it.

Can't be anything else.

It just can't be.

Can it?

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I hate Malfoy.

I really do!!!!!

He broke my nose!!!!!

He's up to something...

I just know IT!!!

No matter what anyone else thinks.

I pick up as spoon, to check that all the blood is gone. Just have to make sure that Hermione got rid of it all.

'Geese Harry, vain much?'

I grin and reach over for some Sheppard's pie right before it disappears leaving the desserts.

Damn and blast!

'Well yeah I have to look good for the adoring public, don't I?' I throw my hand back at a bunch of rather giggly Hufflepuffs looking over at me and grimace. Scary.

I really hate all the attention but I'll never get away from it.

Damn the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and 'Chosen One' lark.

'Ah don't worry we know that you're not just a pretty face or a scar.' I try to avoid shuddering as she lays her hand on my arm. Damn electric shocks.

I smile at her, mischievously.

'Yeah well you do like the scar after all don't you?'

Ron who has been listening to us looks baffled.

'What going on?' Ron glances between Gin's red face and my grins and begins to calculate.

And you know what Ron's like?

Jumps to conclusions that are waaaaaaaaaaay to high for actual reality.

'Oh nothing Ron just a joke isn't that right Firecracker?' I tell him, waving off the stare I'm getting.

'Like I said before shut it Oh Chosen Captain!' Nearly the whole table bursts out laughing. I shake my head at them.

Ron stares down at me. I stare back. Neither shall back down.

Two enter.

Only one leaves.

Two enter.

ONLY ONE LEAVES!!

'Ron! Did you remember the password given out at the meeting?' Hermione asks Ron, doing some last minute double checking.

You have to love her timing.

I turn around to see what is going on in the Hall. Malfoy is miming breaking a nose, Bastard, and plenty of girls are staring at me.

So much so that I feel like I'm caught in a very bright spotlight.

'Harry. Glare any harder, and I'm going to combust.' Gin grins at me from over her pie.

'I can't believe I missed dinner.' I mourn the lack of a proper dinner.

Mrs. Weasley would be shocked and appalled.

'Oo geff the goof uff.' What the hell?

Ron doesn't know how to act like a decent human being, when it comes to food at the very least.

Hermione looks completely disgusted. Gin shrugs and continues to eat talking to one of her friends.

Rebecca, I think her name is.

'I'm sorry Ron, I don't speak troll. No matter how easy, Gred and Forge say it is.'

Ron swallows, glares at me, smiles apologetically at Hermione (internal eye roll.)

Typical.

'You get all the good stuff.' He repeats.

'Yeah, I guess so.'

Well after an interesting few minutes, in which Ron manages to insult Nick once more.

Tact and Ron Weasley do not go together.

We spend the rest of dinner talking and laughing. Myself and Ginny mostly at Ron and Hermione.

They, somehow, managed to get into an argument about TV's. I don't know the exact context of the argument. But it's baffling...

Yeah. I know.

T.V's!!!

'They are not Ron!!!!'

'They are!!'

'They're not!!'

'ARE!!!'

'NOT!!'

Only those two could possibly end up in an argument about such things.

I shake my head at Gin and she laughs brightly.

'Could they be more obvious?' She whispers across the table.

'Not unless they had banners floating above their heads, in bright neon colours!'

Both Ron and Hermione turn to us. They glare at us for laughing.

'TV's? You guys are hilarious!!! HEY!!!' Ron smacks me round the back of the head.

'Come on!!!!! You two where having, the most trivial argument, that you have ever, possibly have had!!'

'Yeah!!!! It was cute in a bizarre sort of way. But you two seem to be like that!!! You're such a weird-MMPH!!!!!' Hermione slaps a hand to her mouth and hisses in her ear.

'Okaaaay then.' I say, blinking at them.

Myself and Ron stare at each other mystified.

Girls are incredibly confusing.

Hermione should really write that book.

Cause god knows, we need help.

Otherwise, men across the globe are doomed.

Really.

'Hermione, what the hell-?'

'Don't you dare finish that sentence.'

'That wasn't a sentence, that was a question!'

Stop it.

Please.

Spare us. I may have had to deal with many things.

Voldermort. Numerous occasions.

Snape.

Dementors.

Malfoy.

Snape.

Umbridge.

Did I mention Snape?

I groan, and for my troubles I get both glared and sniffed at.

'What?' Hermione is glaring at me and Ginny has sniffed haughtily.

I didn't know she did that either.

I blink once more in confusion and Dumbledore gets up as the food vanishes.

The hall falls silent. I guess I'm going to have to get the answers later.

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I'm fuming.

Snape.

SNAPE!!!!

Teaching Defence?????

What the hell is Dumbledore thinking????

I mean honestly.

I am going to be failing my best subject from here on in.

Just great.

Just my fucking luck.

Hermione is going to freak.

I walk downstairs, again. I'd probably rant about Snape and Malfoy, if I stayed upstairs.

I really should try to repress those thoughts.

Besides I have another problem.

Hagrid.

What am I going to do?

I just don't see Care of Magical Creatures being of any use to me.

Not now not ever, really. I plonk myself down on the couch, and stare into the fire.

'Harry!'

'Oh hey, Hermione.'

'Disappointed that I'm not Ginny?' She asks sitting down in the chair opposite me.

'Well... What?' I do a double take, looking at her. Say what?

'You heard me.'

'I'm sorry?' I

Confused?

Population.

Harry Potter.

'Harry. Don't act so dense. I am not an idiot, in case you haven't noticed.' She huffs pulling out Hogwarts, A History.

'Hermione. Everyone knows you're not an idiot. You can see that much FROM SPACE! But what are you on about?' I throw my hands in the air.

What is she talking about now?

'Ginny. You two seem very close.'

'Hermione. I don't like Ginny, like that.'

'Who said anything about liking her?'

Oh crap.

Hermione knows.

This. Is. Not. Good.

I'm doomed!!!!!

Yes, I have surrendered.

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