A/n: I'm going to warn you, there's a little angst in this chapter with Harry and Ginny. But don't worry the will eventually get together.

August 15

Kitchen

I hate cooking. Most people think I'd love it since my Mum loves it. But, keep a secret, I am nothing like my mother. Complete and total opposites.

She's the peanut butter, I'm the jelly.

She's the pepper, I'm the salt.

Get the picture?

So why am I currently in the kitchen attempting to bake a cake? One word..

Harry Potter.

Well technically that was too words, but whatever. The more important question is why am I writing on the back of the cake recipe? One word..

No it seriously is one word this time.

Mum.

Why Mum?

Because she's the one who wont give me back my bloody journal!! Apparently it was the only punishment she could think of for what happened with my potions essay. Hello?! She could've grounded me instead! But, considering the fact that I don't go anywhere, that probably wouldn't be much of a punishment.

Still.

Taking away my journal is cruel and unusual.

I need my journal, it's like oxygen.

I need it.

Okay, maybe I don't need it that bad. But I feel so empty without it!

Just kidding.

Come on guys I'm not that obsessed!

Anyway, back the cake. See, it's Harry's birthday tomorrow and Mum put me in charge of cooking. What in the name of Merlin was she thinking? I haven't the slightest idea.

I mean really, we don't want to poison the poor boy.

I think it's all apart of this cruel and unusual punishment. She knows I despise cooking. Yet what does she do? She makes me cook. But hey, it's all good, I mean how hard can it be right?

When you crack an egg, are the egg shells supposed to go into the cake too?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

I HATE THIS! I look like some zombie house wife! My hair is a wreck and I'm covered in flour.

Come to think of it everything's covered in flour. It like 'winter wonder land' in here.

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"Wow." Oh great Harry's here. "Ginny, you look--you look.."

"Like a psycho, killer, house wife? I'm aware." He laughed at me. I spend three hours baking The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Just-Keeps-On-Living, a cake!

And he laughs at me. Prat.

"Harry, unless you want me to slip the corn-tail potion in your cake, I suggest you shut it."

"Speaking of the corn-tail potion, How'd you do on you're essay."

I sighed, "Well when I finally figured out what it was and wrote out a carefully and nicely written paper. I a T."

"A T? You got a Terrible?"

"I don't think I was completely forgiven for my earlier drafts."

He smiled, "I that those deserved an Outstanding."

"Yeah me too," I laughed. He smiled sitting down. That just made me laugh harder, "You know that chair's covered in flour right?" He jumped up trying to brush all the flour off his bum. Rather amusing sight actually.

"You this is funny?"

"Yes, I do!" I exclaimed keeling over in laughter.

"I wouldn't laugh to hard. For once I think my hair's neater than yours. And I have been known to have messy hair."

"Oh shut up!" He smirked.

"So," I said breaking the tension, "Where've you been lately?"

"What do mean?" he asked confused.

"I've barely spoken to you in the past three weeks. Come to think of it, I've barely spoken to Ron and Hermione either, what's going on?"

"Nothing," He said a little too quickly.

I grunted, "I thought we moved past this?"

"Moved past what?" he asked annoyed.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, I can handle all stuff about Voldemort too. After-all I was possessed by him."

"No, you can't."

"I can't because you three want let me." He sighed not answering. Looks like I'm getting left out again.

"Why won't you let me be your friend?"

"You are my friend, Ginny you're being stupid."

"I am not being stupid! Anyone with two eyes can see that there's something going on, why won't you just tell me?" He looked away refusing to meet my gaze, "Talk to me."

"I can't."

"Why not?" He shifted standing up, "Are you having nightmares? Is that was this is about?" He ran his hands through his hair nervously, "Then tell me! You promised you would!"

"Well I'm breaking the stupid promise, or deal, or whatever it was okay!"

"You can't do that!"

"Please Ginny, I was never going to tell you about it!" he spat.

"Wh--what?" I can't believe this is happening.

"I only made that deal to get you to talk, that whole thing was about you. I was worried.."

"So you tricked me?"

"I wanted to help.." He whispered.

"Well you didn't."

"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this, you never even got around to talking about the chamber!"

"It's the principle! Harry I felt special, I thought you trusted me enough to be able to talk to me about that stuff!"

"It's not that I don't trust you.." He added softly.

"No it's not." He looked up confused, "It's that I'll never be good enough for you," I sighed blinking away my tears, "I'll never be good for the Golden Trio will I?"

"Ginny," he begged, "I'm sorry, but I don't need you getting involved with this stuff."

"Harry look around! Does this look like The Burrow to you? I am already involved with this stuff!" Suddenly the timer started buzzing, looks like the cake was done. I rolled my eyes. tearing off my oven mitts and throwing them on the flour covered table.

"Happy Birthday." I said bitterly before heading up to my room.

A/N: In case you're having a little brain fart and have no idea what's going on with Harry.. It's about Voldemort and how Harry thinks he's taking over his mind and such. So if Harry comes off as a little mean in some points, that's why. Oh and again, the last conversation was not written down in a journal or any other form of paper, just her POV

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Bedroom

I now have a semi-replacement for my journal. It's this little box.

Yes that right, a shoe box to be more specific.

Right now it's filled with toilet paper and cake recipes.

What is my new found source of paper?

The back of a birthday wrapper. It's scrap from one of Harry's presents.

Have I mentioned that he's been a complete git lately?

No?

Well he has been.

He marches around the house being Mr.. Doom and Gloom.

Well, maybe if he talked about the nightmares he'd feel better..

But Oh no! It's all, "I don't want you to get involved with this Ginny." "You're too young for this Ginny." "I was only worried about you Ginny."

Yeah he'll be worried when I give him a good kick in the..

Ahem.

Right, anyway..

I hope he comes crawling back to me begging for forgiveness. I can't believe he lied to me! He's lucky I don't bat-boogey hex him into the next decade! Of course I think what happened at his birthday party might be enough revenge.

For now that is.

Shall I fill you in?

Stupid Scarhead's Birthday Party

Do you know how annoying it is to walk down stairs and find everybody muttering the same exact thing?

Repeatedly.

"Happy Birthday Harry."

"Thanks Ron."

"Happy Birthday Harry."

"Thanks Hermione."

"Happy Birthday Harry."

"Thanks Sirius"

"Happy Birthday Harry."

"Thanks Snape."

Ha, Got you! You're too easy..

Honestly, Snape telling Harry happy birthday? Pshh..

"Happy Birthday Harry."

"Thanks Fre.."

"I think he gets the point!"

"Good morning to you too Ginny.." Fred, I mean George..whoever the heck they were said!

"Oh yeah it's a lovely morning," I replied with a sarcastic yawn. "So what's for breakfast?"

"It's like one in the afternoon," Ron muttered.

"Oh," I stated. Harry quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Ron continued, "Mum went ballistic when she came down here and found the entire kitchen covered in flour." Fred and George snorted laughing.

"How do you even manage to pour milk in your cereal Gin-Gin?" asked Forge. I rolled my eyes not answering.

"So Ginny where's Harry's cake?" Mum asked stumbling into the room.

"Cake?" oh no. "Um, it's in the kitchen of course.." I stuttered heading for the kitchen. I really, really, really hope Harry took it out of the oven last night!

Did he?

Of course not.

I opened the oven to find a pan full of black ashy mush. Not very appetizing..

I frowned pulling it out of the oven and covering it with a lid. I can make this work to my advantage..

I smirked walking out into the dinning room and putting on a cheesy smile. Harry eyed me suspiciously.

I carefully sat the tray down onto table.

"Well lets eat!" Gred exclaimed tearing the lid of the pan."

"Oh dear.." I heard Mum mumble. Sirius coughed loudly. Remus just looked revolted.

"Uh.." the twins said in unison.

"Are..Are you sure that's the cake?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Of course it is," I exclaimed still smiling.

"Looks more like fried rat.." Ron whispered in her ear. She nudged his side sharply.

"You don't like it?" I asked giving puppy eyes at Harry. His eyes narrowed, he new something was up.

"I was afraid this would happen," Mum whispered, "No bother I'll just conjure one up."

"I think Harry should try the cake first!" I exclaimed with fake tears in my eyes, "I worked so hard on it!" Harry's jaw dropped a little. The twins however looked pretty amused, they know me well enough to know when I'm faking.

"I'd rather not." Harry grunted. I burst into fake tears sending pleading looks towards Mum.

"Now Harry," dad cut in, "She obviously worked very hard on this, you should at least have a bite lad." Harry looked around the room for help but know one said anything. His jaw clenched as he picked up his fork slicing out a piece of the black ashy mush. I was trying very hard not to laugh. He sent about twenty daggers at me before the black ashy mush even met his lips. Then he leaned in and took a bite.

His face was hilarious! It worse than when he drank that awful medicine in the hospital a few years back. He had a pretty hard time swallowing by the way he looked. Just watching him almost made you want to puke. Of course due to the current situation, I wanted to burst out laughing.

"Well?" I asked sweetly.

"Please," he begged looking at my Mum, "Don't ever ask your daughter to cook for me again." I pretended to give a sad, petty look towards Mum. But on the inside, I was smiling triumphantly.

"We're not all cut out for cooking dear.." she sighed patting my back before conjuring up a new cake. I sighed sadly looking back towards Harry. When I caught his eye I simply winked at him. He returned with a glare.

I should cook for Harry more often.

A couple hours had passed and Hermione seemed to be the only one who had taken any interest in me. She tried to get me to tell her what was going on with me and Harry but I kept my mouth shut. I really didn't feel like telling her how Harry was a stupid noble git who lied to me. Besides, she'd probably end up taking Harry's side anyway.

"Time for presents!" I heard Mum exclaim.

"Oh joy," I muttered under my breath. Hermione heard however and sent my a curious glance before walking over and taking a seat next to Ron.

Harry smiled brightly before picking up his first present. Ron got him a book all about quidditch and famous players.

" I bet 10 gallons that he ripped up every page with any information on Krum," Gred whispered.

"Your on," Forge answered back. I laughed at the two.

Next was the twins, though I'm not really sure what it was they got him. But I recall them mentioning something about sneaking it into Dudely's food..

Hermione got him a book. Go figure. I don't even think Harry bothered to see what it was about.

I thought Sirius's gift was sweet. It was an album filled with tons of pictures of James, Lilly, Remus, and himself. Some of the pictures even had Peter Pettigrew in them. It was strange looking at the pictures, they were all so young..

Then came my present. I sort of dreaded it. He sent a small smile looking over at me. I was taken aback for a moment, I figured it be weeks before he'd smiled at me again. He was surprised when he opened the box to find only a scroll of papers inside.

Gred whistled, "First the cake and now this." I glared at him and waited for Harry to unravel the papers. When he did he scanned through them and sent a semi-smile my way. Everyone else sent confused glances at each other. But let it go when Harry stuffed papers back into the box and reached for another present.

It was my story, my whole story on everything I could remember about the Chamber. I bet he feels like an idiot now! After last nights little row I almost considered not giving it to him. But it was too late to get him anything else and I had that planned for the past week so I decided to just let him have it.

Unlike some people, Cough-Scarhead-Cough, I actually keep my promises. It didn't go like I wished though, I still hoped that now he would at least come up to me and talk about Cedric, about everything.

But he didn't. And I didn't press it. I was after-all just little Ginny Weasely, nothing more. I laugh at myself now for even thinking I might become part of the trio. But hey who knows? There's still Hogwarts. And I have a feeling we're in for an amazing year.

A/n: Well there it is. And yes I changed the title, and this story is done. But there's going to be a sequel! Review!!