Several people were confused about my last chapter and some people evidently hated it so I'll clear a few things up. Thank you everybody who reviewed though :)

Firstly, by Ginny calling Ron a 'faggot', I didn't mean that in the homophobic sense of Ginny saying her brother was gay. One of my best friend's is gay and I have absolutely no problem with that thank you very much. Ron obviously isn't gay because he's obsessed with Hermione and so many people say 'oh, you're gay' in a joking sort of way it's hardly homophobic because gay people don't seem to care. Besides, if I'm so 'young' why bother reading the story in the first place?

Secondly, when I type 'pedophile' into my word document it says it's wrong and I hate having little red lines under words so I generally right click and correct it to whatever it says. I actually thought it was spelt like that too, and I also have spelling OCD so I'm sorry about that :')

A few people were confused by the fact that they've been having sex. The chapter was set a few weeks after them kissing in the broom shed and I imagine that Harry being Harry and Ginny being Ginny, they would have done it by then.

Lastly, it probably was unrealistic but, like Harry pointed out, they were going back to school the next day and would find a way to see each other anyway. Besides, if Molly and Arthur stopped Harry and Ginny being together it would probably cause a rift between them and the Potter's, who are their best friends.

Sorry for those who were disgusted by the last chapter, and for those who weren't, thank you for reviewing, I appreciate it :)

Rant over...Enjoy.

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The car journey to Platform nine and three quarters was awkward to say the least. As always, we were taking the Potters in our magically-expanded Ford Angelia. In the back sat Me, Ron, Harry, Hermione, James and Lily. My Dad was driving and My Mum was sat in the passenger seat. Everybody in the car kept shooting me and Harry furtive glances when they thought we weren't looking, as if they were scared we'd suddenly be snogging furiously in front of them all.

I sighed and rolled down my window as my Mum said "You need to keep focused this year, Ginny, it's an important one for you."

I rolled my eyes "You're telling me this? Ron's the one sitting his NEWTS."

"Ron has made head boy, thank you very much. I notice you weren't chosen as a prefect last year like your brothers."

"Fred and George weren't prefects." I muttered, wincing as the cool September wind whipped against my face.

"Well, I have higher hopes for my only daughter than her working part time in a joke shop. You've not even bothered asking around in cafes for a part time job."

I was starting to get really irritated now "Ron's a year older than me and he hasn't worked a day in his life."

"Ron is-"

"Head boy. Yes. I gathered."

"Don't be cheeky Ginny." Said my Dad loudly as he pulled into a parking spot "You're lucky you're coming to Hogwarts this year at all."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, but he ignored me and climbed out of the car.

James took my arm when we'd all gotten out and pulled me and my trunk through the barrier. "Don't worry, Gin, I was never a prefect either."

"You were head boy though..." I muttered, and for some reason I could feel tears threatening at my eyes.

"And you could be head girl; they don't get picked until summer."

"I'm not clever enough-"

"I know you're not in Hermione and Lily's league but you're a bloody brilliant chaser. You'll be Quidditch captain definitely and you still have all the qualities for a head girl – people actually like you. I know they expect a lot of you and it was the same for me. I turned out Ok though, didn't I?"

I nodded, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my cardigan as the rest of the family emerged through the barrier. "They're disappointed that I'm going out with Harry. I know they are."

"No, they're disappointed that you've realised how you feel so soon. They all knew it was going to happen someday. They probably just wanted you to grow up a bit more, first."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Well why do you think they haven't locked you in your room and put bars on the window? They knew you were going to get together eventually; you hated him far too much for you not to end up loving him. It's the same way Lily felt about me." He said, a smug smirk appearing on his face.

"Shut up, James." I muttered, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

He grinned, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "Have a good term, I'll see you at Christmas."

Hugging him back, I smiled "See you."

We walked back over and I said goodbye to the rest of the adults before we climbed onto the train and into a compartment, my Dad looking nervously to see if I was sat next to Harry.

"Bye!" I shouted, moving Crookshanks out of the way so I could sit by the window.

They disappeared around a corner as Ron and Hermione dashed along to make their speech to the prefects as the new Head Boy and Girl. Harry sat beside me, placing his hand on my leg "Are you Ok?"

"I'm fine...My family just piss me off."

He smiled "What did my Dad say?"

"Not to let them piss me off."

Harry grinned "Oh."

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking how beautiful you are."

I rolled my eyes "Talk about cheesy."

"Made you smile though, didn't it?" He mumbled, pushing me over and rolling me onto my back.

"Get off me..." I muttered, kissing him at the same time.

He grinned "Perhaps it wouldn't be the best of ideas on the-"

"Oh hello Ginny, Harry, Ron said you might be in here, that's a rather curious position to be in isn't it?"

"-Train...Hi Luna." Harry finished, sitting back up and pulling me with him.

Luna was sitting down and getting comfortable while Neville hovered awkwardly at the door.

"It's ok." I smiled "You can come in."

"Er, okay then..." He stumbled in, sitting opposite harry with his hands clasped around Trevor the toad.

"Have you had a good summer?" Luna asked mildly, tying back a strand of dirty blonde hair with a hairgrip that had a small silver frog on the end. "Do you like them? Daddy got them me for our ball."

"Great thanks...you had a ball?"

"Oh yes, it was fabulous. Daddy and I invited all the gnomes."

Harry seemed to be having trouble breathing but I smiled "That sounds great, Luna."

"It really was. You should come round for Christmas, all of you."

Harry's eyes widened but he stayed silent once I'd kicked him "That would be lovely."

"Hmm...so, are you together then?"

I smiled "Yeah, we are."

"And does Ronald know about this?"

"Yep, our families found out yesterday."

"Oh. And you're alive...how very unusual."

Harry laughed but Neville frowned "Harry, you haven't even got a black eye!"

"I know, her brothers managed to exercise some control over their knuckles. It was really lucky considering...Ron walked in on us and everything."

Neville winced but Luna smiled happily "He has a lovely soul."

Harry raised his eyebrows "Err..."

I laughed, realising suddenly how much I'd missed her.

The compartment door slid open and in strutted Draco Malfoy, a boy with white blonde hair who considered himself superior to everyone else, simply because his family were pure bloods.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, throwing him a filthy look.

"Manners, Potter. I've just come to see if the rumours were true..."

"What rumours?" Neville asked bravely.

Malfoy glanced at him and then looked away as if nobody had spoken "People are saying, Potter, that you and the Weasel have hooked up. Is it true?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak but he was too late. Before he could even stand up I'd pulled out my wand and fired several hexes in Draco Malfoy's direction.

Luna and Neville laughed as he lay on the floor, his head slowly getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

"You want to watch out, Malfoy," Harry said, looking over at him "With a head that big people might be getting ideas that you're a bit pompous."

Malfoy swore, trying and failing to get himself off the ground.

Fortunately for him, Hermione and Ron appeared, Ron looking impressed, Hermione looking appalled.

"What on earth have you done to him?" She asked, obviously trying to hide the note of glee in her voice.

"Hexed him." I said simply, sitting down.

Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered a few counter hexes, allowing Malfoy's head to shrink and him to stand up without falling over again.

"Get out, Malfoy." Ron hissed.

"I'd watch out Weasley," He said, turning to me "You think he's changed, don't you? Well, when he starts shagging third years because you won't give him any, don't be afraid to come to me...I'd happily comfort you...If you get my drift." And then he winked and walked out.

Beside me, I could feel Harry tense up.

"Ignore him." I muttered, squeezing his arm.

"Bastard." Ron said loudly. Hermione rolled her eyes but made no comment.

We spent the remainder of the journey playing various wizarding games, from Chess to Exploding snap.

Eventually, the train stopped and we all climbed off into the cool air. Clouds were circling above our heads as we climbed into the horse-less carriage. Luna went particularly odd and set off talking about how beautiful something called Thestrals were. Hermione nodded sadly, apparently understanding everything she was saying and this struck me as odd. Hermione was usually the person who rolled her eyes the most at Luna's made up creatures.

We arrived at the castle and jumped out by the gate, before absorbing Hogwarts' beautiful silhouette and wandering up to the front doors. The entrance hall was looking as spectacular as usual, the bright light hurting our eyes after the darkness outside.

The feast was as wonderful as ever and, as I made my way towards the girl's staircase, feeling full and sleepy, I realised how happy I really was.

"Gin..." I heard my voice being called and turned around to see Dean, looking kind of heartbroken.

"Oh, Hi Dean."

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That you're going out with Harry? Everyone's talking about it."

I sighed, walking up to him "I'm sorry, Dean."

"What do you mean, you're sorry? It's your choice Ginny, doesn't bother me." He turned to walk away towards the boys dormitories but I ran to him and stopped him.

"It's always been Harry, I thought you'd realised that."

"You hate Harry."

"I hated him too much. You can't hate somebody as much as I hated Harry and not end up loving them. I'm sorry." I said, suddenly understanding the words of my Godfather.

"You love him?"

"What?"

"You just said that you love him."

It was as if a tidal wave had suddenly come through the Fat Lady and crashed down on top of me. I was in love with Harry Potter. Actual love. Shit.

"Erm, I suppose I am then, yeah."

He shrugged and wondered off. I let him, king of realising how little sense I was making. I must have stood there for at least ten minutes, staring blankly at the scarlet wall of the common room, before I was interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around my waist.

"Hey, Weasley," Said a familiar voice. I could practically hear the content smirk on his face as he said "I love you too."