Hola, this is my second chapter in a day!! Rock on for you. Cramping hands for me!! Ah, well it's worth it, isn't it?! :) Please rate and review, and read of course.

For those many who need it: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, OR ANYTHING IN IT, I DID MAKE UP SOME DIALOG, AND I MADE UP SARA,BUT THE PLOT LINE BELONGS TO THAT AWESOME LADY JK ROWLING! She rocks! :)

Thx, Phx. tears, i really appreciate the help. I will try to incorporate some of that into my fanfic!!

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Chapter 3

The feast was definitly tasty, the house-elves food proving as good as ever, the treacle-tart mouth-watering, and the chicken sweet and juicy. Dean kept trying to feed Ginny bits of food, but she'd just shove his hand away, laughing at him if it fell on his robes, or if it smahed back into his face. She suspected he was smashing it in his face on purpose, but that's why so liked him so much. They were making plans to meet by the lake the next day when Dumbledore started addressing the students.

"Welcome, new students, and welcome back to returning students!" boomed Dumbledore, " I would like everyone to know the Forbidden Forest is.. well, forbidden, and Mr. Filch, our caretaker has banned everything produced by Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! For a full list of the 683 items, see his office," pointing at Mr. Filch, standing in the corner, looking moth-eaten and particularly mad at that moment. Peeves must have done something that night.

A big groan issued through the crowd, as they had all used spending money at the Weasley twins' shop, but Ginny, knew Fred and George would figure a way to get their products in, because Mr. Filch hadn't stopped them before. Past experiences would make that job a piece of cake.

"Now everyone, off to bed!" said Dumbledore.

The kids walked off to the common rooms, prefects yelling, "First years follow me - Make a line, this way - You midget, over here - Ron! We're not supposed to call them that! - What?! They are..."

"Fairy lights," mutterd Ginny as the potrait hole opened.

As she stepped up, Dean came behind her and lifted her up through the potrait hole. "Dean," she huffed, " I can walk through myself thanks, I am perfectly able," not noticing the rest of the people in the common room listening to her.

Looking stung, Dean said, " I was just trying to help, I mean, I am your boyfriend," swinging his arms and almost hitting a scared-looking first year.

"You know I like doing things on my own, Dean, I'm not like..." she started saying getting red in the face and the tips of her ears, just like Ron, but them slowing up abruptly when she saw the look on Dean's face, "Oh, Dean...you know I'm not seriously mad at you!"

"Yeah, but it doesn't really help when you yell like that," he said pointedly, staring at her, then looking towards the fire.

" Do you want to..." she pointed feebly at the fire as it crackled merrily against the wall, showing the oppisite emotions she felt right them.

"No, thanks, I think I'll go to bed," he replied coldly, as he left the room without a good-bye, kicking the chair on his way to the stairs leading up to the dormitories.

As soon as Dean left her sight, she screamed at nothing and kicked the table beside her. A bowl of essence of dittany fell off with a crash as its contents spilled to the floor below, dittany running through the cracks and dripping off the edge of the table.

"Reparo!" came a voice out of nowhere, the bowl sat back on the table, and the dittany sat back inside, as if it had never moved.

She saw Harry walking down the steps. He sat down next to her in front of the common room fire, ruffling his hair, and yawning.

"Why so violent Ginny?" he asked, chuckling, a smile playing across his face.

"Nothing except Dean being a bloody prat and treating me like his daughter, not his girl-friend," said Ginny, ripping up bits of spare parchment she found on the table and throwing them into the fire.

"Oh... er," he said awkwardly.

Reading the features on his face, she said, "Don't worry Harry, I don't want to talk about that anyway, at least not right now. Where's Ron and Hermione, anyways?" trying to change the subject.

"They were bickering, you know how they go on and on," Ginny shook her head at this one, she knew it was unlikely that they would ever shut up," and they went up to their dorms, and I came down here to get away from Ron, he was arguing with himself, it was like he thought Hermione was still there," he finished, holding up his book, Quidditch Through the Ages.

"They're always fighting, I wish they'd just shut up," sighed Ginny, looking at Harry.

"Yeah, don't I know it," Harry said.

"Well, I'm off to bed," said Ginny, bouncing off the sofa, and turning to Harry,"Night!"

"Night," replied Harry opening his book and starting to read, the fire making a shadow of his extremely messy hair behind him, making Ginny want to laugh.

Ginny opened the door to her dormitory, creaking as it opened slowly. Ginny had one glance at her bed, luggage next to it, when Romilda Vane immediatly got in her face. She really didn't like Romilda, but Ginny was a civilized person. Most of the time. The truth was, she only really liked another girl in her room, Madam Marchbanks' daughter Sara.

"So, how was Harry?" asked Romilda, a tone of sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"Fine, thanks," Ginny replied shortly.

"Why do you cuddle up to Harry when you've got a boyfriend Ginny?" asked Romilda, blocking Ginny from walking towards her bed.

"I don't and you know it. You know, you're not doing a good job at hiding that jealousy you've got. Stop having an anger problem because you're mad Harry's friends with me!" she exclaimed hotly, feeling the redness in her cheeks grow hotter," Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed!" she finished as she hopped in and closing the hangings, and getting under the covers fully dressed, she realized once it was too late.

She thought about Dean and Harry. Dean was her boyfriend, yes, but he didn't seem to understand her as Harry did. Harry knew that she, like him, was an independent person and liked to do things for herself. She didn't like someone who tried to help her every step of the way, with the exception of her mum, and sometimes she didn't even want her to help. She also thought Harry was showing feelings that were small, but hey, they were there.

"Well," she thought to herself, "There is Quidditch tryouts this weekend!" trying to lighten her now somewhat dreary mood thanks to Romilda Vane.

She then promptly fell asleep into a wonderful dream.