Disclaimer: No, no, no, stick to the stuff you know.

Note: In the notes Ginny, Harry & Isabelle share in class, the italic is Ginny's, bold is Harry's & the normal is Isabelle.


October 30th

Common Room – 10:00 pm

I don't feel like going to the Halloween dinner. It is better like this, I want to be alone for while.

I don't know if I should feel this way towards my best friend's fiancée. It just… happened.

I've told Ginny about it, 'cause I felt I'd explode if I didn't tell someone. And Atlanta wasn't a great choice. Anyway, here are the notes we exchanged in History Of Magic today:

"I swear I could die of boredom.

Tell me about it, Gin.

I hate History Of Magic.

So do I.

Who doesn't?

Hermione, I guess?

Duh.

It's not like we'd make any good of it.

What do you mean?

Hermione refuses to help us with homework.

Don't count Ron. He's her boyfriend, so she'll help him.

I'll do it on my own.

Gin?

No, Harry, I won't help you.

I can help.

Right, 'cause you get 'O's like Hermione!

You two seem to have shared a lot in your 'fake' relationship.

Shut up, Ginny.

Hey! Don't you tell my future wife to shut up!

O… k… Shut up, Harry.

That's better.

Ginny, your fiancée is completely mental.

He's still the boy-who-lived.

Don't call him that. He hates it.

Here's the bell, gotta go! Bye, Gin, see you later!

Bye, sweetheart.

Ginny?

Yes?

I have to tell you something about-

Yeah, I know William was using me to get to you.

What?

You didn't know? I thought Luna told you!

Whatever. Anyway, Ginny, I think I like Harry.

Ginny?

You're not funny, Belle.

I'm not trying to be funny.

You're attracted to my fiancée? Are you crazy?

Indeed I think I'm.

Oh, really?

Hmph, I hate Hogwarts this year.

Tell me about it.

So, you're not angry?

No, not at all. Except… Harry likes you too.

I already know that.

Just promise me nothing will happen between you two.

I promise. And don't worry, Ginny, Harry loves you more than anything. He wouldn't stop talking about how amazing you are, even on our Hogsmead date.

I can see from between the lines that it sucked.

True. But I let him talk anyway. He needed to.

Thanks, Belle.

However, I have got to admitthat he gave me a splitting headache."

Yeah, I know I lied. But I had to assure Ginny that Harry is still all about her.

Got to go, Harry is waiting for me in the Common Room. I am supposed to help him with his homework after Halloween Dinner.

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October 30th

Girls' Dormitories – 11:59 pm

So, at about 10:30, everyone was in bed, except me & Harry of course. Anyway, we where studying Defense against the Dark Arts (Yeah, I know Harry doesn't need my help in this subject. I am the one who needs help)

Um… so… eh… here's what happened:

We were sitting in front of the fire & Harry was teaching me to perform 'Expecto Petronam' because I suck at it.

Again, Harry asked a question, well, not really a question, it was a statement:

"Ginny told me about the notes you shared in class."

I started to blush. Man! I hate it when I blush! I started to curse under my breath.

I decided to ignore it & muttered 'Expecto Petranom'

Still, wasn't working.

"I wish we'd enjoyed it more before it ended." You see, I have this habit of having to say everything that crosses my mind, and I hate it.

I could swear I heard him say "Yeah" in a very low voice.

Then I chose the worst time to sit down on the floor. And as if it wasn't enough, Harry came & sat next to me.

"You know, we should stop thinking about it, or it'll be really awkward between us."

I turned around to face him & could see that his hand was trembling.

And, as crazy as this sounds, I held his hand & muttered "Yeah".

Anyway, he smiled a little then gave me a little pink box in my hand & ran for it.

It's the necklace he insisted to buy when we bought Harry & Ginny's engagement ring. It's star shaped, with an "I" written on it.

……

Er… I hope Ginny doesn't find out.

PS: I am D-O-O-M-E-D is she does. (Remember the Bat Bogey Hex???)


Viola! The longest chapter yet, I think.

Sorry about the necklace. I just couldn't resist.