Is it normal for your boyfriend to go running off on you to go spy on some dude?

You're right it's not.

Hermione stop glaring at me... I didn't make you sit with me, did I?

Grrrrrrrrrrr!

'Ginny, seriously would you stop.' Phrasing it as a question doesn't hide the order Hermione I can clearly see it in your eyes... Shut it shut it shut it before I MAKE YOU!

'Look I was sitting here long before you and I've finished my work and Harry is pissing me right off so if I want to make annoyed sounds I definitely shall!'

'That is not fair and besides you have a lot of study to do. Haven't you looked at the schedule I gave you?' She says pushing her hair back and arching her eyebrow that scarily reminds me of McGonagall.

'And how many times I have done the same thing for you... except you'd be muttering about Ron?'

She simply looks at me brows furrowed.

Ha. That shut her up.

Back to plotting how I'm going to maim Harry.

*drums fingernails*

Hermione you can huff all you want but I'm not going to stop.

Yargh... I need a distraction... badly... What is he doing? What can be so fascinating about the blonde ferret?

'Screw this! I'm going to track him down. Have fun.' I shove my chair back and march out of the library.

Where would I be if I was obsessing over a sneaking, snarky, sadistic Slytherin? Hmmm... ahhh...

I glance around the seventh floor corridor, cursing the existence of that invisibility cloak.

'Oh whatado... Here I am all on my lonesome, after managing to escape Hermione's studying tirade... And no boyfriend in sight... Oh woe is me..' I call out dramatically hoping for some reaction, in any direction. And then I feel a sharp pinch in my ass.

'HARRY!' I spin round to see Harry grinning broadly stuffing the cloak back into his bag.

'Lonely now?' He asks pulling me into a hug, I push back frowning slightly.

'A, that's so not fair, and B, where in the name of Merlin have you been all day?'

'You wouldn't like the answer.' He says looking over my shoulder at the space where the door appears.

'Harry, I trust you, but I think this is getting out of control. I don't know if Malfoy's up to something... then again it'd be weird if he wasn't but you can't spend every moment of the day watching for him.'

He simply stares down at me. Boy that is distracting.

*Blink*

*Shakes head*

'Are you going to say something or keep staring at me?' I ask getting extremely freaked, suddenly he bursts into laughter.

'You, are completely and utter mental you know that...' He wheezes, bending over.

'Me? You are laughing when I was giving out to you...' I trail off something occurring to me...

'AHHH I'm turning into MUM!' I grab my head in horror, which only causes Harry to laugh harder.

'C'mon Gin... You know what Hermione is like when we appear late.' He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

He may be an infuriating obsessive idiot, but at least he's my infuriating obsessive idiot.

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Why is it, when you know one infuriating obsessive idiot, they seem to multiply?

Also why do they come looking for me when they have issues in their love lives... or rather lack thereof... WHY?

Maybe instead of quidditch I should set up a love-help thing...

Yeah I don't see it happening either...

I've had Hermione, Ron, Colin, Becks AND for some bizarre reason completely unknowable to me LAVENDER come to me today...

Like I don't have better things to be doing with my time!

I'm still trying to get my head around the Lavender situation... As if I was going to help her hook up with Ron...

He's marrying Hermione, whether he knows it or not. I may not be able to stop Phlegm from joining the family but Hermione sure as hell will!

Though he does seem serious about her, Ron is growing up it's so damned cute! And I never thought I'd ever say that about dear little Ronnie.

Though he's hardly little... Its annoying taking after Charlie and the twins in the height challenged department.

It's nice to know that I can help people... apparently.

Lavender was just plain weird though I was shuddering all the way through that particular conversation. I was beyond relieved when Hermione practically exploded into the room.

For about three seconds before I realized who was in the room with me. Then I bolted grabbing Hermione as I ran.

Now I'm supposed to be considering what to do for Ron and Hermione... Both are just too damned insecure to do anything about their feelings, my guess is they are going to have their 'moment' right before some big life or death moment.

It's a sad moment when you realise that the thing to bring two people utterly perfect for each other together, is a life or death situation.

Colin and Becks is another matter entirely. Sure they are perfect for each other but hmmm somehow their moment will be far more down to earth.

I just hope I'm not there when it happens. Trying to catch a couples attention when they're having 'the' moment is just plain awkward and beyond irritating.

Lesson to be learned from this... Have your moment AWAY from people, just to be nice. Knowing my luck I'll be locked in the room with them.

Yargh damn my luck.

'Hey!'

'Oh hey Ron, looking for more advice in the avenue or lurve?' I laugh looking around at him. He simply shrugs before plopping himself into the couch opposite and pulling out his transfig book. I blink at him before laughing.

'That's your plan?'

'Well in case you haven't noticed I do actually need to study.' We stare at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

'Besides McGonagall is on my ass enough as it is... Upping my grade will be another little perk.'

'Ahhhhh my dear darling older brother... Scheming genius.'

'Well hanging around with them and the twins does mean that certain qualities will rub off.' Ron jut lays back fully on the couch still a significant amount of his legs hanging off the edge. Damn his height.

'Finished! Snape'll shoot it down in a second but whoop!' I cheer sitting back into the cushions.

'hmmmmm' is the only response I get.

'Nerd'

'The price one must pay... yada yada yada.' Ahhhh ever the romantic.

I lean over to grab my bag and grab both the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler. Luckily Luna has managed to convince her Dad to start including more of the real world incidences. At least we can find out what's really going on. Unfortunately the conversation I had with her about the war is still echoing in my head. I glance up at Ron uncertainly; he's going to be heavily involved that much I know.

As awful as it is to think there are nine of us... Soon to be ten... How can we all make it through?

'Ginny? What's up?'

'GINNY!'

'AHHHH!' I yell jumping up, I turn my head to glare down whoever yelled at me, I stop as I see Ron and Hermione both looking at me oddly.

'Sorry, I was just thinking. Next time poke me or something, I would like to keep my hearing intact.' I say smoothing out The Daily Prophet out on my lap and crossing my legs at the ankles.

'Finished I presume then?' Hermione says looking at the scroll rolled up next to my set of quills.

'Yup, finished a few minutes ago... Doesn't matter though, don't expect anything more than an A on it though, if even that...' I trail off noticing that Hermione is no longer paying any attention to me. Instead she's looking down at Ron, or more specifically what he's reading.

Oh dear, time for me to distract myself.

Glancing through the paper all I can see are either depressing updates or complete bull, I groan tossing the paper aside. I'm dealing with enough morbidity within my own cranium I don't need any more.

I look up to see Ron and Hermione talking and laughing quietly. It's not all doom and gloom after all, I smile as I begin to pack up my stuff. I stop for a moment and look up at the pair in front of me.

'Where's Harry?'

They both look at each other with a certain look that I've become far too used to.

'Nevermind.' I spit out before stomping up the stairs leaving my scroll for Hermione to check over. I throw my books and bag on the bed, and promptly throwing myself down.

'Whassup?' I hear Becks' voice from somewhere in the room. I sit up looking around for her, and yet I don't spot her anywhere.

'Where are you?'

'Here!'

... I still can't see any bit of her. Suddenly I see her black hair flash from the other side of her bed.

'What are you doing?' I asked peering over at her bed.

'Searching for my leather jacket!'

'You want a hand?'

'Oh you are an angel! Under the bed!'

I get up off the bed and crawl down under her bed. The things I do for my friends seriously... there is five years worth of crap down here.

'So what's going on? You stomped in here clearly quite annoyed.' She asks as she moves chocolate frog wrappers and cards out of the way.

'What in the hell is my jumper from third year doing down here? And Harry is just being... well Harry.'

'Oh Malfoy stalking eh?' She asks before sneezing loudly and smacking her chin off the ground. To which I can't help but giggle.

'Shut it Weasley!' She glares at me.

'You may want to be nicer to me given I just located your ever elusive jacket.' I continue to laugh as I pull out from under the bed. I being to dust myself off and toss the jacket at her.

'Thank me with presents!'

'Oh how I love you! I love you I love you I LOVE YOU!' She squeals before darting into the bathroom and promptly darting back out to start rummaging for something in the mass that are her belongings.

'You seem more excitable than usual. What's going on?' I ask plonking myself down on the bed and taking off my shoes.

'Oh nothing, you know same old, same old.' She says a bit too casually tossing in a nonchalant wave.

Do you actually think I'm buying this?

Oh Becks and I thought you were the only one here who did not underestimate me...

'Oh yeah? Really? Then why did both you and Colin come looking for advice earlier?' She stops moving and looks up looking sheepish.

'Oh wait... Are you two going on a date?' I ask staring at her long and hard. Becks looks down turning red.

'OMIGOD! YAY!' I squeal jumping up and running over to her. I grab her in the famous Weasley bear hug.

'Whoa, I thought you'd be against it!' She says looking surprised. I blink at her equally surprised.

'Why?'

'Well we're your best friends, and you may feel like a third wheel... I was worried you'd be mad...'

I laugh hugging her again. 'I've known you'd get together for ages!' Becks pulls back tomato red.

'Don't be embarrassed! It's a good thing! Have fun! But not too much fun!' I wink roguishly at her changing into a pair of pants and my quidditch jumper.

'I'm going to see if Hermione has checked over my essay. Later!' I turn and walk down the stairs, looking around the common room for Harry.

Missing yet again.

I can see Ron and Hermione talking and laughing whilst looking over the Apparition leaflets. At least everyone else's' love lives are getting along just fine.

I pick up the Daily Prophet again looking at the headline which includes a list of people either wrongly arrested or found dead.

I'm guessing my love life should be the least of my problems...

Alas my love life and the war are intertwined.

Why is nothing ever easy?

Suddenly I'm knocked to the floor by a pair of rowdy third years.

And why can't I seem to remain upright?

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HI!

Don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me! Please? I am so so so soooo sorry! Everything has just been CRAZY since I posted my note! Moving back home, exams and varying friend dramas are not conducive to story writing and getting back into the groove has been sooo hard!

I'm working on that now and I have several ideas for future stories involving Miss Gin and I'm thinking about doing one about their kids... I'm not too sure though... I think that I'm coming towards the end of this tale, I might do a slightly darker humoured one of the final year... It is appealing... what do you think?

Again I'm SOOOOOO sorry!

missnuttyprof!