Third chapter; this one's from Harry's point of view. Review and tell me whether you think it's any good or not :-)

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I groaned slightly as a beam of light appeared through a gap in the curtains. Several times I woke up to find it in a different place as the sun rose and eventually it landed on my face.

Climbing out of the tangle of sheets, I remembered the previous night and smiled to myself; immensely proud of the fact that I had apologised to and then even danced with the one girl I knew I could never have.

I'm aware that I'm an arse. I'm aware that I annoy her, irritate her and most of the time she would like to hex me into oblivion...however, I do believe that somewhere, somehow, she knows how much she means to me. Somewhere, she knows that I'd do anything for her. Somehow, she knows I'm not a complete and utter bastard.

I pulled open my curtains and smiled slightly; the window opposite mine was still wide open at the side, revealing a teenage girl lying less than a meter away from me. Her flaming hair was spread out all over the golden pillow and her body was stretched out as she lay there in her pink and white polka-dot pyjamas.

A smile played on my lips as I watched her breath in and out, in and out. If I was to stand on the windowsill and lean across I could easily touch her and wake her up; after all if I could do it when I was nine I could do it now...

She shuddered slightly as a draft blew through the gap between our houses so I walked over to the faded white cupboard and pulled out a red dressing gown, leaning over and throwing it on top of her.

It landed gracefully and I thanked my lucky stars for my ability at Quidditch. I watched her for a moment before wondering off down the stairs.

I grinned as a man with shaggy black hair and a crooked smile on his face looked up, a hangover etched onto his face.

"Morning Harry; don't be too loud will you?"

I grinned "You all right Sirius?"

He winced at my purposely loud voice "Piss off."

"Sirius, it's not his fault you have a serious drink problem." My mother sang; a wide smirk on her face.

"You can do one as well." My godfather muttered as my Mum laughed, ushering him out of the room.

Sirius had survived an extremely hard life. His family all had this weird idea that cutting off the heads of house elves was a great idea. I don't get it. His brother once tried to be a member of some weird freaky group led by Draco Malfoy's weird, freaky father. Sirius' parents were completely behind Regulus which led Sirius to leaving home at sixteen to live with my Dad. Needless to say, he's the only ever Black that has been in Gryffindor. I feel sorry for him sometimes, other times I wish I was him but most of the time he's just as much of a tosser as me.

"Come on, in there, Molly's coming over and we're baking buns."

At this, he managed a short bark-like laugh "Buns. Buns? It's half past bloody nine."

I smiled as my Mum rolled her eyes but didn't say anything, seeing as he was wondering off "I bet he's still pissed."

I laughed at her "Language, mother."

She hit me with the tea towel as she pottered around putting the stove on and tying her apron.

"Can I have one of those?" I asked, pointing to three delicious looking cupcakes on the work-top.

"Nope, they're the samples. Oh, Moll's here."

I looked up and smiled at Molly who was humming to herself, wondering through the garden gate. "Morning kids."

I laughed and my mum winked. I suppose my own mother was a lot younger than Molly; seven years at least. Her eyes were etched with laughter lines deeper than my mums, and her hair was lighter than it used to be in places. I didn't dwell on it though, because to be honest it didn't matter.

"Right, I'm going into Diagon Alley. I have a date." I mumbled, taking one of the muffins and stuffing it in my mouth before either woman could object.

"Fat pig." My mum muttered, guarding the other two with all her might.

I laughed and strolled off as she threw the tea-towel at the back of my head.

...

Three hours later found me perched on a bench in the busy street, next to a girl called Katherine who I honestly couldn't care less about. Boring was one of the many words I could use to describe her. Not that she was quiet – oh no. She had been talking without breathe for the past hour and a half and I was desperately trying to figure out how on earth she was managing it. She had long, fake blonde hair and was wearing an incredibly tight red tee-shirt. She wasn't boring looking, in fact I hadn't really noticed her face yet, but the constant talking lost her a lot of brownie points.

"So there I was in the middle of Scarborough and the muggle working the fairground actually tells me I can't go on in these shoes! Honestly, I really don't think I have ever been so hurt in my entire life! Can you believe that?"

Shocked that she was actually asking my opinion, I stuttered "I..I...no; how on earth did you get through that?"

"Oh look at you all stuttering because of the nerves! Aren't you just the cutest thing ever! I could just take you home and snugglewugglepuggle you forever!"

And then, just as she actually grabbed hold of my cheeks and started to slap them, an extremely amused Ginny Weasley walked around the corner; amusement evident in her brown eyes.

"Hey, Potter." She said coolly, smiling at the blonde girl. "Hey Katherine. Having a good time?"

Katherine nodded, "Oh yes, he's just adorable, would you just look at how squishy his cheeks are?"

I moved her hand away quickly while Ginny swallowed forcefully. "Ok that's enough of that. Do you want me Ginny?"

"Oh no; I'm meeting Dean. Have fun."

I sighed as she walked off. She hadn't even turned the corner before Katherine started up again and I zoned out.

...

"Look, today has been great but I really have to go..." I gestured to the end of the street but she just moved closer, running a hand through my hair and scratching my scalp with her extreme finger nails.

"You don't have to you know, it's a very dark alleyway and it's only ten o'clock." She moved her hand down my back and I stepped away, knowing full well that what I really wanted to do was for all the wrong reasons. I didn't even like her.

"I'm babysitting; sorry!" I mumbled, pecking her on the cheek and running away quickly.

Twelve hours I had been talking to her. Twelve hours. I ran through the streets that were a lot quieter as the last specks of pale blue disappeared over a hill in the distance. I meant to turn down a side street but instead I bumped into someone with their back against the brick wall.

"Oh, sorry – Gin?" I asked looking down and seeing an incredibly irritated face.

A pair of huge brown eyes looked up at me, anger burning through them. She shrugged my hand away from her shoulder and headed off down the street "I'm fine."

"Obviously you're not. Come on, what's wrong?"

She sighed reluctantly "We broke up."

"Who?"

"Who do you think you absolute moron; me and Dean."

Luckily it was dark, so she couldn't see the smirk on my face as I said "Oh."

"Don't say it like that. It's not my fault that all boys would rather have other girls."

"He said that?" I asked, shocked.

"He didn't have to."

I took hold of her arm and lead her round a corner "Gin, tell me what happened."

She sighed "We were in a pub and you know that girl, Nancy Thornton, she's in Ravenclaw and she works as a waitress..."

I nodded "Fourth year?"

"Shagged her?"

I smiled "Shut up."

At this she managed a weak grin "Yeah, her, well she was serving us and her and Dean were trying too hard to make eye contact so I asked him what was going on and he..."

"What?"

"He bit my head off and said that it wasn't his fault he wanted a girl who actually wore make-up and heels and made...made an effort." She shuddered as a tear fell from her eye. She rarely cried and I knew it wasn't him that had upset her, or even that they'd broken up – it was what he'd said.

I took hold of her hands in mine and squeezed them "Ginny; you're ten times better, no, ten million times better than she is. You don't wear make-up because you don't need it. I of all people should know that, I watch you get ready every day."

"He said I don't make an effort..." She wiped the tears away, sniffing shallowly.

"You don't need to make an effort, Gin. You're bloody beautiful."

Her eyes widened for a moment and then she smiled softly, "You're being nice. You're not going to get in my pants."

I knew she was half-joking so I hugged her slightly and then moved away, dropping her hand "Come on, let's get back."

She nodded and we set off in a comfortable silence. We wondered along a couple of streets and she shivered so I passed her my jacket. I couldn't remember the last time we weren't together and not arguing...without counting the time Molly locked us in the laundry room and silenced us with magic.

Smiling again, she looked at me "Harry, I don't hate you."

My insides seemed to come alive and dance as I laughed "Well, you know this already, but I don't hate you either. In fact, I even quiet like you at times."

She smirked as we turned another corner to face a deserted fireplace, covered in Ivy. Ginny leant over and took some green powder in her hand

"Good." She whispered, and then stepped into the fire and was gone, in a blur of green flames.