"Hi Ginny. What's up?" Hermione smiled at you when you walked into the kitchen.
"Not much, you?"
"I got this brilliant new book, look, I'll show you..." Hermione started digging around in her bag, looking for her book. While her attention was otherwise occupied, you looked at Harry questionally, code for 'Did you tell her?', and shook his head at you.
"Thank you," you mouthed. He shrugged, code for 'No problem'.
"Here it is, look, I'm up to chapter nine, and its fab..." Hermione started told you all about it for fifteen minutes straight, untill your mother came in.
"Ginny, are you okay? You slept in quite late, are you feeling okay?" she fussed.
"Mum, I'm fine, I was pretty tired last night, busy day and stuff, and going to bed late didn't help. I'm fine. But starving. What's to eat?"
"Come into the kitchen and choose."
Skip: it's now the middle of July, you haven't had anymore crying attacks and nothing has changed between you and Harry.
For the last two weeks, you, Harry, Hermione and Ron played two-a-side Quidditch with enchanted apples and old cleansweeps from your broom shed, that your parents and older brothers used. You played for hours on end, until you were all tired and hungry. On the 20th, when you went inside, you were told that your letters had arrived and you would all be going to Diagon Alley the next day. You all needed new robes (again), because you had all grown loads over the last year (again), as well as books.
"Great, I want to pick up a few new books, too," Hermione said after Mr Weasley told you that you would floo there.
"MORE books?" You, Harry and Ron said in usion.
"Yes," Hermione blushed a little, "I'm going to shower."
"Yeah, me too..." you all murmered and trooped upstairs.
You were last in the shower, as usual. The boys were always in before you and Hermione, and you always came out of your room too late, unless Hermione wasn't as muddy and sweaty as you- then she would come in. Would you EVER learn?
You stepped out of the shower, thinking about how normal you were feeling around Harry. Don't get me wrong, you were still crushing on him like mad, but you didn't get that uncomfortable feeling around him anymore. You used to be like this around him, after your second year and before you and Harry broke up. You sighed as you towel dried your hair the best you could.
You fully dried yourself and got dressed, then walked across to your room, brushing your hair.
"She seems to be acting normal again, which is good." you heard Hermione say; your door was open a creak. You paused outside your door and listened some more.
"Yeah, I felt really, really guilty around her," Harry said sadly. They obviously hadn't heard you turn off the shower and unlock the bathroom door.
"It was for the best, mate." Ron said. You rolled your eyes to yourself. Ron had done an exremely bad job at hiding the fact he was pleased about the break up.
"Mmm, maybe. I know you really don't want to hear this, Ron, but I still fancy her like mad."
"Great. Whatever, it's done now. She knows why. That's the end of it," Ron said, trying to convince himself more than Harry, it sounded (to you anyway).
"Will you two shut up? She has to be out of the shower by now!" Hermione shushed. Silence. You tip-toed back to the bathroom andslid the lock about, then walked back to your room and stepped in.
"Oh, hi, guys. What were you just talking about?" The guys umm-ed and err-ed but Hermione came out with: "Who the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher'll be. What do you think?"
I'm trying not to leave you lot with cliffehangers, because they're evil. Well, not yet, anyway.
cool stuff. i really like the whole second person thing. it puts an interesting side to the story. Just try not to leave me hangin,lol, gets me alittle annoyed. i guess it keeps people guessing. well, keep up the good work please post somemore as soon as u can.
So guys are the most confusing thing ever on earth