Ginny watched from above as Harry entered the chamber. She tried to get back to her body for him. She tried to warn him, but Tom's voice came into her head. "Hush, you nasty little girl. He would never believe you once I told him what you did anyways!"

Ginny couldn't cry, but she knew she would be if she could. She watched as Harry went to her frantically. "Ginny. Please wake up."

"She won't wake," Tom said. Harry noticed Tom for the first time it seemed.

"Tom?"

Ginny watched as Harry battled the basilisk, all for her. But she knew in her heart of hearts he would have done it for anyone, even Draco Malfoy.

Harry slayed the basilisk, and then proceeded to stab the diary with its fang. Ginny felt relief, and felt herself getting stronger. She could see Tom fading, and feel him slowly leaving her mind. She felt whole again for the first time in a while.

Harry was shaking her awake, and she suddenly could go back to herself. She awoke, her eyes popping open to darkness.

Ginny looked around in a cold sweat. It had been ages since she had had her last chamber nightmare, but sometimes the Chamber of Secrets still haunted her, even thirteen years later, it was sometimes fresh in her mind. Sometimes she would still wake up in fear that she would have no memory of the previous night. But it never happened. The biggest terror of all was her nightmares, which by now she had become used to.

She got up from her bed and headed down to her refrigerator, where she had a mini bottle of Sunny D waiting for her. It had become her favorite thing to drink after nightmares in the last five years. Before it had been warm milk, because it reminded her of when her mum had woken every night to her screams. But now it was Sunny D, as it was the only thing Mia had in the fridge for the first year. Sunny D was Ginny's nightmare ritual, and after that she would watch some television to calm the visions in her head.

She felt a sweet relief as the drink slid down her throat. She felt her muscles relax, and she made her way to her sofa, where the remote was waiting for her to command te television to life with just the push of a few buttons.

She decided on Nickelodeon, as The Nanny was on.

She smiled as she heard that awful American voice, watching a full episode before heading back to her bed where she slept soundly the rest of the night.

Ginny woke up to the sunlight streaming through her window. It was Wednesday, and she had no idea what she wanted to do that day. She didn't have many friends in England, and everyone would be at work. She decided to sit at home and read a book. She decided on a muggle book.

She looked at her collection. She decided on a book called Uglies, by a muggle named Scott Westerfeld. She'd bought it on a whim at a Borders, her favorite bookshop. It sounded like a good book, so she got to reading

Ginny looked up from her reading at noon, and decided to go visit her mum again, as her mother was always home. She bookmarked her place at part two and went to get dressed.

She ultimately decided on a pretty yellow sundress and a pair of orange ballet flats. She pulled her hair into a ponytail with a yellow ribbon, and applied just a bit of eyeliner. Ginny smiled at herself in the mirror and headed to the now assembled floo.

"The Burrow!" She shouted throwing the Floo powder in.

"Ginny! What a wonderful surprise dear! What are you doing here?"

"I thought I might have lunch with you, Mum. All my friends behave like proper grownups and work in the day now," Ginny pouted.

"Well, dear. Soon enough you'll be so busy being a Harpy and training all day you won't mind too much."

"I do hope you're right Mum... How have you been since Monday?"

"Well, I've been alright, got a new Witch Weekly. And I've been cleaning the house... been de-gnoming now that there are no boys to do so. I've also been reading an article about Harry's wedding to Cho. They're getting married at the Ministry, you know. In a ballroom."

"Really? That's... classy," Ginny said.

"Harry wanted to get married on a Quidditch Pitch, but Cho wasn't hearing of it. Good thing, too."

"What's wrong with getting married on a Quidditch Pitch?" It had been Ginny's dream since she was fourteen.

"Well, dear... Quidditch isn't everything."

"Mum! How could you say something like that?" Ginny joked.

"Dear, since you're here, help me make lunch, would you?"

"Alright, Mum. What are we making?"

"Shepherd's Pie."

Ginny sighed. She'd never particularly liked Shepherd's Pie.

They ate lunch in relative silence until Ginny's mobile phone went off. "Sorry, Mum. I've got to take this," Ginny said chewing her food as fast as possible. "I'll be in the garden if you need me."

"Alright Ginny dear. Have a fun chat."

Ginny nodded and walked out the back door, hitting the answer button. "Hello, Mia."

"Hey Gin... how are things?"

"Well... I don't know if I told you my plan?"

"Erm. No."

"So I've got a date on Friday night."

"With who?"

"His name is Draco."

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah... but we both understand that it's just a little revenge on Harry."

"Good. I'm sorry, but you've been in love with Harry for forever... and then if you went and fell for Draco I'd have to flog you. Because that's how it goes in movies and books..."

"I know. I made him sign a contract and everything. Anyways we're going to this muggle pub called "The Marauders Map". It's Harry's favorite pub. And it's going to be amazing."

"I'm sure."

"I'm just worried. . . He's getting married in a week and a half. I'm cutting it rather close, aren't I?"

"Just a little. But that's okay... I mean, you just got back in the country."

"Yeah. Mim you need to come before the end of the season."

"I know... I don't think they would be okay with that though."

"You're right. But you'll be here in time for the wedding, yes?"

"Yeah. Pick me out a dress will you?"

"Sure. Get this: Cho's made me a Bridesmaid."

"But she acted like such a jerk to you on Sunday."

"I know... I think she's trying to prove that Harry doesn't love me. I think she's trying to prove to him that I don't care about him. So she's forcing me to wear a hideous pink dress."

"Oh my. Can you hold on for a sec?" Mia asked.

Ginny nodded, then remembered that her friend could not see her. "Sure," she said.

"Alright," Mia said. Ginny heard the sound of being put on hold. A few minutes later, Mia's voice came back through the phone. "Alright," she repeated. Ginny heard the door open and turned to look at her friend.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.

"Well... I didn't want to tell you this... but I got fired."

"Why?"

"Because... I got traded to the Harpies!"

"Yes!" Ginny started jumping up and down excitedly and ran to hug her friend hurriedly, barely giving a second glance to the long scar running across Mia's right cheek. The scar had been from a Quidditch accident back in school when the healer had been out sick, and hadn't been there to heal her right away.

"This is going to be great!"

"I know!" Mia squealed.

"Wait! Did you set this surprise up with my mum?"

"Yeah. I arranged with her that she would floo call when you ended up at the Burrow at some point, and I'd come on over. Come on. My luggage is in the kitchen."

"Good. You can stay at my flat. I've got an extra room."

"I figured," Mia laughed.

"Well then," Ginny muttered playfully.

Ginny sat in a chair next to Harry in the common room. It was her fifth year. She watched him slightly anxiously. She noticed with slight fear that her crush seemed to be coming back. She felt uncomfortable around Harry again.

She looked into his green eyes as he chewed some muggle gum. What should she say?

She didn't know what to say. And she felt an anxious panic well up inside her, the urge to bolt that she'd buried after she'd turned twelve. She looked over at Ron and Hermione, who were very close to cuddling. Suddenly words just flew out of her mouth.

"You'd think they'd realize how much they like each other, yeah?" She asked.

Harry looked at her, an odd look in her eyes. Think of Dean, she reminded herself. Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean.

He began to speak. "Yeah. It's pretty obvious with the way they row and get jealous."

She smiled. "They have a lot of sexual tension. You can almost feel it when you're near them."

Harry looked at her, and Ginny repressed the urge to blush and run away or do something incredibly clumsy.

"Hey Harry," Dean walked up. "Ready for practice?"

"Yeah," Harry answered. "Just let me get my gear."

Harry left and Ginny felt like she had been cheated but also that she had been saved. She finally allowed herself to blush at her verbal diarhea.

Goodness, she told herself. That was embarrassing. What is wrong with me?

Ginny woke up to sunlight streaming through her window. She felt peaceful for the first time since she'd left America. Today was Friday. She smiled. Her date with Draco was today.

She heard the television in the other room, and realized Mia must be awake.

She opened her door and stepped into the brightly lit living room. "Ginnayyyyy there's nothing good on the telly!" Mia said in a mixture of British and Southern American accents. Telly. Ginny had forgotten that the TV was called a tele.

"Well read then, Mims," Ginny said slightly testily. "Did you make coffee?" She asked sniffing the air hopefully.

"Yesh. It's over there in Mr. Coffee-Maker-Sir," Mia told her. Ginny smiled at the name they'd given their coffee maker.

"Good. I need it."

"Did you drink yourself to sleep, again?" It was a well-known fact among the team that Ginny barely drank, and when she did she wouldn't have more than two.

"You know it," she winked.

Mia just laughed and rooted around for a book.

Ginny looked in her wardrobe and found something she'd been dying to wear for a year. It was a black dress, that went down to her knees. She paired it with a pair of silver flats and silver dangly earrings.

"That looks great," Hermione told her.

Ginny looked back at her former best friend, who was sitting primly on her bed.

"I hope so," Ginny muttered.

Hermione applied some makeup and pulled her long fringe into mini-braids that she bobby-pinned to the back of her head. She smiled, feeling like a triumphant goddess.

"Don't forget your bag," Hermione reminded her.

She grabbed her black purse and walked into her parlour, waiting for Draco.

Hermione looked at her. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Waiting for Draco to pick me up?" Ginny questioned.

"He's waiting for you at the station!" Hermione said exasperatedly.

Inside she shrieked, realizing she would be late for her faux date. "I'm leaving, Mims, Herm. If the date is a bust, I'll text you!" she yelled running out the door.

She ran all the way to the lift, where she couldn't run anymore. She huffed and puffed out of breath, and very disappointed in herself. You really shouid have ran everyday this week, she chastised herself. I know I know, her inner teenager said moodily.

She ran until she got the the train station and when she saw Draco.

She walked coolly towards him. He looked her up and down and seemed to be sizing her up. Ginny brissled.

"Are you going to fix your makeup? It's all runny, and you're sweating," he explained.

"Well, I guess I'll excuse myself to the loo for a few moments then," she said acting as if she was offended.

When she looked into the mirror, Ginny realized Draco was completely right. She looked as if she'd run a marathon in her dress and flats. She headed into a stall and pulled her wand out from inside her holster on her thigh.

She waved it, muttering a quick spell Hermione had taught her in her fourth year. She replaced her wand in its holster and flushed the toilet for affect. She walked out of the stall and washed her hands. She cupped water in her hands and doused her face with it. She felt fresh. She pulled her makeup out and began to reapply.

When she exited the loo Draco stared at her. "What?" She asked irritably.

"Well you look nice."

"What a complement. You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself," she told him.

"You know it. Seriously though, Weaslette."

"Thanks, Draco. Ready to take the tube and go to Potter's pub?"

"Yeh," he said.

"Cool," she smiled at him. "Let's get this show on the road!"

Ginny walked into the Marauder's Map, her hand laced into Draco's. It was cool, as if it was as cold as she had once believed his soul to be. But she knew better now.

Unconsciously her eyes sought out Harry, and immediately found him, falling on his mop of hair. Her heart sighed as she watched him put his arm around Cho's shoulders. God, I love him, she thought. So beautiful. It was enough to make her heart skip a few beats. But she had to fight that impulse to squeak and blush tonight.

She looked up at Draco and grinned. "Weaslette, what do you like to drink?" he asked loudly.

She gave his hand a squeeze. "I particularly like whiskey," she said just as loudly. Harry looked over, looked back at Cho, and then did a double take.

Ginny smiled. "Alright, Weaslette," Draco said. "I'll go get us some whiskey! You go find us a seat."

"Alrighty, Draco." She tried to act smitten with him.

She sought out a table until she found a small table for two off to the side.

She scanned the room for Harry and Cho again as she sat down. Harry was still staring at her. She smiled smugly to herself, and began to play with her hair.

Draco returned with their drinks, and she flirtatiously thanked him. In the back of her mind, Ginny knew that she was playing a childish game. Even as she acknowledged this, she also acknowledged that it might be the only way to get Harry.

She watched him as his head turned back to Cho, who was staring at Draco and Ginny fixatedly. "What a cow," she whispered to Draco. Draco smiled and nodded in agreement. "Who would want to go out with Potter?" He asked with contempt.

Ginny shot him a look, and he at least had the decency to flush. "Sorry, Weaslette," he whispered.

She watched as Harry got up to go to the loo. She realized that the whiskey was getting to her bladder. She needed to wait for a bit though, so it didn't look as if she were stalking Harry. You kind of are, a nasty voice whispered in her head.

I'm just making him jealous is all, she justified to herself.

She got up two minutes later. "I'll be back Draco, don't leave without me," she said teasingly.

She strutted to the loo, only to find that Harry was just walking out of the door when she rounded the corner. It was too late for her to put on the brakes. She bumped into his chest, and noticed with faint interest that he had gained muscle.

"Oh, hello, Harry," she said as he caught her by the shoulders to steady her.

"Ginny," he said, his eyes dark.

Ginny looked up into his green eyes, and instantly knew she had made a mistake by doing so.

So beautiful, was all she could think.

Hermione was still sitting on the couch in Ginny's flat, wondering how the date was going. She was also wondering if she should try to start a conversation with Mia.

"So..." Hermione finally said hesitantly.

Mia smiled at her, and when she did the girl's whole face lit up. "Hi, I'm Mia."

"Hermione," she said, sticking her hand out.

"I've heard all about you," Mia told her, taking her hand.

"Really?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Yeah, you are her other best friend, afterall."

"Yeah, I suppose so. We haven't talked in so long, though."

"Well, you both lead different lives now," Mia reasoned.

Hermione studied the scar on the girl's face. She didn't want to be rude, but she was curious.

Mia must have noticed. "Quidditch," she said. "The healer was out sick. A bludger took me out, and I fell, and happened to land on a stick when I hit the ground."

"A stick?"

"Yeah. I know. Completely pathetic," she grinned a little self-deprecatingly. "Best seeker in the school, and I fall off my broom, and land on a stick, and end up with a permanant scar."

"Well," Hermione said hesitantly. "I'm sorry."

Hermione was reminded of Draco by Mia's white blonde hair, and she began to worry. She didn't do the right thing when Ginny had confided in her. If Harry found out, he would be extremely angry. Not only that, but she had always thought that it would be wrong to do such a thing. She had just told her only girl friend that it would be alright to make her best guy friend jealous because he was about to get married to Cho Chang.

"Goodness," Hermione groaned.

"Just realizing what you've done wrong?" Mia asked.

"What?"

"Well you told Ginny not to act too slaggy, but act like she liked him," Mia explained.

"And?" Hermione asked petulantly.

"Well, you know it's wrong."

"I don't see you trying to stop her," Hermione gasped.

"It's not my place. I didn't tell her to make him jealous. Maybe he's just meant to be with Cho. He liked her first. And then he left her. And I know she's been pining all of this time... but I don't like to see her like that."

Hermione gaped at her. "And it's my place?"

"Well... you gave her counsel."