Chapter 5

Maybe…

It had been about three days since Harry discovered Ginny's infidelity, and we were spending every free moment together trying to think of a plan to get back at them. So far we came up with lots of great ideas, violent, dangerous and most likely illegal but still great. Most of these were just jokes since we both knew that the idea was to humiliate them, not kill them. So we had to think of something non lethal that would humiliate Matt and Ginny and let everyone know what they did, thereby ruining their reputations as good, respectable people and giving me and Harry the satisfaction of knowing that our shattered hearts had been avenged. Easy right? WRONG!

Like I said, it had been three days, and we still hadn't come up with anything that would work. We were in the library talking over ideas in hushed voices so no one could hear what we were saying. "Do you think we could maybe slip some snakes in their beds?" Harry asked.

"How would we get a snake?" I asked rolling my eyes.

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it again. "er…never mind" he mumbled.

I was confused by that but decided to drop it as there were more important matters to attend to at the moment. "What if we tied them to the trunk of the whomping willow, that would work right?" I joked.

He chuckled at the thought "Yeah it sure would."

We shared a few more laughs before deciding to get back to work. As we continued thinking up ideas, Harry surprised by asking me a very interesting question.

"Um…I hope you don't mind me asking but…have you told any of your friends about…you know…Matt and…and Ginny?"

I looked up at him, unsure of what to say, I hadn't told anyone truthfully, even though it had been almost two weeks, I just couldn't. I couldn't even tell Kristen and she'd been my best friend for as long as I could remember, but somehow I don't think she would understand, I don't know why I think that, it's just a feeling really.

"No, I haven't told anyone, no one but you." I answered then added as an afterthought "What about you? You tell your friends?"

"No, I haven't." He answered looking kind of grim, "I definitely can't tell Ron, he's Ginny's older brother and he's very protective of her, I'm pretty sure he'd take her side over mine."

"What about your other friend, with the bushy hair?" I asked him.

"You mean Hermione? She'd probably take my side, but then again, she'd take my side over Ron's any day, they've never gotten along all that well to tell you the truth, I mean don't get me wrong, they care about each other but it just seems they can never stop arguing, plus I haven't seen Hermione lately, she seems to be spending a lot of time at the library lately, a lot more than usual."

"How do you know she's at the library, maybe she has a secret boyfriend and she's been going to see him."

Harry laughed even harder at that than at the whomping willow joke "No way, Hermione would tell us if she were dating someone unless she were with maybe Draco Malfoy, with would never ever happen, nah she's probably just in the library studying."

After that we continued planning our revenge and continued coming up with a grand total of 0 good ideas. At least until around 8 pm that night, when a thought suddenly stuck me.

"Harry?" I said in a loud whisper.

"Yeah?" he responded tiredly.

"I just thought of something, Ginny's family doesn't have a lot of money right?" I asked.

"Right, why do you ask?" He inquired.

"So she's never been able to buy any good clothes or anything like that, and she's really materialistic right?"

"Yeah" He answered obviously unsure of were I was going with this.

"So when you started dating, did she ever ask you for anything…expensive?"

He didn't answer me, in fact, his face started to go very red with embarrassment. "What?" I asked.

"Well, she didn't have to ask, as soon as we started dating, I took her on a huge shopping spree at Hogsmeade where she brought about twelve dozen outfits, which means I wasted hundreds of galleons on that stupid whore because I was blinded by infatuation."

You ever been in one of those situations were you have absolutely on idea what to say to someone, well I was smack in the middle of one right at that moment. I must have opened and closed my mouth about a million times and probably looked like an idiot, but I was just at a loss for words. "That sucks" I eventually said and then began silently berating myself for saying something so idiotic.

"Yeah I know." He muttered, "So what are you getting at here anyway?"

"Well here's what I'm thinking, we hit them were they hurt the most, Ginny obviously loves her clothes more than anything, and Matt is totally in love with his broomstick, he can't fly for shit but he likes being the envy of all the Hufflepuff house for being the only one to own the newest model, now here's what we do…"

That was it, we had it, the perfect revenge plan, we would get the plan into motion tomorrow. Matt and Ginny would never know what hit them. Harry walked me back to Ravenclaw tower, which I thought was pretty sweet of him considering the fact that Gryffindor Tower was all the way on the other side of the castle, meaning now he'd have a hell of a long walk back to his common room but he didn't seen to mind all to much.

"So we're all set for tomorrow night right?" I asked him softly when we reached the entrance to my common room, which was a portrait of a young man playing a lute.

"Yeah, I'll ask Hermione tomorrow, I'm sure she'll do it after I explain the situation to her." Harry answered.

"Glad your finally telling someone." I said smiling.

"Yeah but what about you, you still haven't told your friends." He said in mock annoyance.

"Who are you? My dad?" I joked back.

We laughed briefly, and then Harry did something I will never forget, he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I froze. He stepped back a bit, bid me farewell, and began to walk back to his dormitory. I was left standing there alone, with only one thought going through my head, 'what the hell just happened?'

I didn't get a lot of sleep that night; I was too busy thinking of the days events. We had a plan for revenge and that was good. But somehow, the only thing I could really feel was confusion, confusion about Harry.

He had kissed me, on the cheek maybe but still a kiss. What did it mean? Did he like me? Was it just a spur of the moment thing? I just didn't get it. What if he did like me, what then? I didn't like him that way, did I? I mean sure he's kind of cute and his eyes, you could get lost in those eyes, they were such an amazing shade of green, and he is really nice to me, and from what I can tell he seems like a good friend, and he's obviously very caring and sweet. But I couldn't like him like that, I had only known him for a few days, well known him personally that is. So what if he was the nicest guy I'd ever met, it takes time for two people to fall in love, it doesn't just happen overnight. But then again, maybe it would be possible for me to fall in love with him over time, I certainly admired him and I enjoyed spending time with him, so maybe I wasn't in love with him, maybe I just really really liked him in a way that could one day become love if that makes sense, I supposed it was possible. It certainly wasn't unheard of. Maybe when this was all over I could ask him to go to Hogsmeade with me, nothing to big, and we could always just go as friends. I mean, if anything I considered him my friend, and I was pretty sure he did to, so maybe that would be alright.

At that point I figured it would be best to try and get some sleep, I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow, but I couldn't help but smile a little as I tried to fall asleep.

A/N: We're nearing the end now. Only one or two more chapters and then that's it, but if I get enough positive feedback, I'll consider writing a sequel, so please review.