I've been away since Pottermore has been open to the lucky few, so I'm going to stay up and write/read Fanfictions until midnight, when I can try to get into it :D

If the chapter's rubbish, I'm going to blame it on sleepiness.

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The first month back at Hogwarts had been reasonably uneventful. Ron and Hermione had kind of hooked up, seeing as they were spending so much time together as head boy and girl. They could be seen walking round the lake together, walking too close for it all to be a friendship and curled up in the common room, casting glances at each other when they suspected the other wasn't looking, so much so that even I noticed.

I made my way up the steps from the dungeon after a particularly nasty detention from Snape. Apparently, telling him he only hated me because he was bitter he didn't have children with my Mother was completely out of order and deserved an hour of scraping mouldy frog and newt brains out of seven beer barrels.

I walked up to my dormitory, retrieved my Firebolt, and then jogged down to the Quidditch pitch, going out of my way to attract the attention of several fifth years sat near the Owlery.

I jogged through the transfiguration courtyard and down the steps to the Changing room.

"Ready?" I asked, idiotically. Almost the whole team were sat on the benches in their scarlet Quidditch outfits, ready to start – only Ron was missing, because he was in a prefects meeting.

"Bit late, Potter." Dean muttered, avoiding my gaze.

"Oh I'm sorry," I snapped "I didn't realise you were made captain."

He stood up "Maybe I'd be a better one than you."

"And how many goals did you score in our opening match against Ravenclaw? Zero, wasn't it?"

"Harry that's a bit-" Ginny started.

"Shut up, Ginny." I said impatiently.

She looked at me, obviously taken aback. I opened my mouth but Dean cut in.

"Ignore him, Ginny, he's more interested in a load of girls sat by the Owlery. I saw him coming over, bet Romilda Vane's a good shag isn't she, Potter?"

"Shut the fuck up you arrogant twat or you'll be thrown off this team."

Dean scoffed "Maybe I don't want to be on it, not with you as captain."

"Fine, go and tell McGonagall."

"I will." He snapped, throwing away his broom.

We all watched him leave, before, eventually, the door closed and Colin Creevey said anxiously "Erm, Harry, maybe we should leave tonight's practice."

"No. Come on, we need to do this."

We made our way on to the pitch as it started to rain. By the end of two hours, the weather was so bad we couldn't continue, and so we all made our way back in.

Ginny seemed to be getting dressed silently at lightning speed. I wasn't quite sure what to say to her...we'd argued millions of times before but never as a couple. Somehow, it made me feel quite awkward.

She jogged out into the rain, the water causing her hair to stick to her back in a rather attractive fashion. Sighing, I followed her out.

"Gin, wait. Ginny...Ginny." I shouted, grabbing her wrist and turning her around.

"What do you want?" She hissed.

"I'm sorry, I just lost my patience, he was being a-"

"He wasn't being anything! You shouldn't have been late and you treated him like crap!"

"Ginny he hates me because we're together! He's bloody lucky he's even on this team."

"Was there any need to embarrass me though? Or him? Sometimes I wonder if you're actually aware of the complete bullshit that you come out with."

"Bullshit? He's a crap chaser and I've apologised but it was hardly embarrassing. Embarrassing is being told what to do by your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend."

"Do you think of anybody but yourself? Ever?" She snapped, pulling her hand away "Leave me alone."

I watched her walk away, a sense of desperation overtaking my whole body "Fine." I shouted, not in control of what words my mouth was coming out with "I'll just go and find Romilda, she wouldn't complain like you do."

Ginny turned around as a flash of thunder ripped through the sky and the expression I saw on her face made me feel worse than I'd ever done in my life. Everything about her face showed hurt and pain. I'd never, ever, seen her look so fragile in her life. Tears began to stream from her eyes, undistinguishable from the rain dripping from her hair, as her face flushed red and she began to sprint up towards the huge castle.

I stared at her retreating figure as she disappeared in another flash of lightening. Strangely enough, I could feel my own tears threatening at my eyes. Why the hell was I such a dick head? Romilda Vane? Romilda Vane? I couldn't have picked a worse person to compare her to! Romilda Vane had absolutely nothing on Ginny. Romilda Vane had never, and would never, be the love of my life. Ginny was, and always would be.

By some incredibly, ridiculously lucky chance, I had managed to get the girl of my dreams. I'd gotten the girl who was so perfect for me it was indescribable. And then, because I was such a flaming prick, I'd lost her within two hours.

I stood and stared into space for a long, long time. It had stopped raining and the first light of dawn was visible over the horizon before I was interrupted.

"Harry? I thought it was you...that's a rather curious place to be sat at this time in the morning."

I jumped, and looked up, realising that I was sat on the floor. Luna was stood above me, her blonde hair glowing slightly and a thick blue scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Erm..."

"Wow, you look appalling." She said bluntly, sitting beside me and placing a hand on my arm "Tell me what's wrong."

So I did. I told her everything, from what had happened to how unbelievably bad I felt and how much I loved her. I'd never, ever spoken to anybody like this before. Hermione was my best friend, but talking to her about being in love would be through the roof on a scale of awkwardness. With Luna, however, it didn't bother me at all. That could have been, however, because I was half asleep.

"I hate to say it, Harry, but you've made a bit of an idiot of yourself. Many nargles seem to have invested themselves in your head. Ginny probably won't believe that, but its okay, I'll help you."

And it was then that I vowed to punch anybody in the face who had anything except good things to say about Luna Lovegood.

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Ok, It's 3:42 am and I've still not got Pottermore. I'm exhausted, but I've been up speaking to my friend (he thinks I'm insane for staying up, just for that) and doing this between furiously clicking the refresh button. And I have to be up in 5 hours. Oh dear.

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