Hello, my faithful readers! Now I think we all make lists of things we want to complete over the summer, but it seems so hard to get around to doing all of it! Therefore, I'm sorry for the extremely lengthy delay in an update for all of you who really do rely on this magical dating guide! However, I would like everyone to know how hard my trusty editor, Stacey, and myself worked on it. Anyways, here you go! Please enjoy! I'll definitely try never to make you guys wait that long for a new chapter ever again!

For all of you Harry/Ginny shippers, this one's for you!

Song: "Kiss Me" by Newfound Glory

Never Give your Witch or Wizard Bewitched Butterbeer for Valentines Day

"Morning!" Ginny chimed as she sat down next to Harry, Ron and Hermione at the breakfast table.

"Morning," they all replied grogilly.

She leant over, giving Harry a kiss before pouring herself a goblet of sweet pumpkin juice. "So what do you all have planned today?"

"Well, after breakfast we have a test in Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape," said Hermione.

"He said it was going to be more than two rolls of parchment long, and I don't really even understand how to preform this one damn counter curse!" Ron said, anxiety distinct in his voice.

"Wait," Harry said, "that test is today?"

Hermione nodded with a definite certainty. "The thirteenth, remember?"

"Ugh," Harry groaned, "I thought it was tomorrow. I was going to study tonight. Hold on a second, it's the thirteenth already?"

"Mmhmm, you know what that means," said Ginny, slightly playful.

"Yeah, we have a Quidditch game in two days. What do you say we go down and practice tomorrow night?" he said, directing his attention to both Ron and Ginny.

"Er … okay," said Ron.

Everyone was staring at him as though he had four heads. What's their problem, Harry wondered to himself.

"Um, Harry," Hermione said, "you do remember that tomorrow's Valentine's Day, don't you?"

Dammit, Harry immediately thought. "Of course I know that!" he lied, "I was only joking." He let out a fake laugh, but none of his friends joined in. "Anyways, have anything that you'd like to do tomorrow, Gin?"

She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, "Nothing, really. I'm not the expecting type, you know. We can just hang around the common room like usual … I was never really much of a Valentine's Day fan anyways."

"You sure, because–" Harry began before being cut off.

"Yeah, but I better go. Flitwick hates when people are late. Bye." She got up, gave a curt wave to the table and disappeared through the wide doorframe of the Great Hall before Harry could get in another word.

"What on Earth was that?"Hermione exclaimed as soon as Ginny was out of earshot, slamming her hands on the table with a glare aimed at Harry.

"Was your jam a little too tart today?" questioned Harry. "You seem to be a little sour this morning, Hermione."

"Well maybe, if you pulled your head out of your cauldron and treated your girlfrienda little better, I wouldn't have to be so sour."

"What?" said Harry, utterly baffled. "She said she didn't want to do anything!"

Hermione gave him a condescending glare. "She's a girl, you simpleminded arse!"

"But it's Ginny! You heard her, she doesn't even like Valentine's Day!"

Hermione groaned, "For Merlin's sake, Harry, think rationally for a moment; she's lying! Now she thinks that you didn't remember–like tomorrow's not of any importance to you at all. Either that or she thinks you're just pretending because you have some surprise planned. Wait," Hermione hesitated, "you do have something planned, don't you?"

Harry didn't respond, but merely tried to avoid Hermione's expecting glare. He was an ass: a complete and utterly idiotic ass. That must've been what Ginny was thinking. He'd practically just said there was no significance to tomorrow, and to Ginny–to any girl, for that matter–that probably meant she was of no significance to him; even though Harry knew that wasn't true.

Hermione, after noticing that Harry indeed did not have a plan for tomorrow, sent her face crashing into her palm, "You're unbelievable."

Harry looked at Ron for assistance. However, he simply said, "It's true, mate. You're lucky she didn't just give you one of her bat bogey hexes. But it's true that if Valentine's Day isn't absolutely perfect for girls, then it might as well be the apocalypse. Thank God I'm not dating Lavender anymore," he muttered to his teacup as he took a sip.
Harry's breath shortened as the rush of panicked thoughts flooded his head. How on Earth was he supposed to make tomorrow perfect? Ginny, however, wasn't the type of girl that expected perfection. To shower her in roses of the richest red and offer her lavish, decadent chocolates would do no good. No, she definitely wasn't like that in the least.

"I've got an idea!" Ron piped up. "Hermione, quick. Hand me some parchment and your quill." Scribbling with the sparse amount of ink in Hermione's fluffy, white quill, Ron franticly wrote a letter. He found his barn owl, Pigwidgeon, who had been delivering the morning post, attached the letter to its leg and commanded, "Take this to Fred and George Weasley in Diagon Alley."

He turned to his friends, whom both had clueless looks on their faces.

"Everything will be fine," Ron said, releasing a heavy breath. However, both of his friends continued to eye him with skepticism. "Oh, come off it! This one's actually a good idea!"

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look and surrendered with coy nods.

"Alright," their grinning, ginger-haired friend said. "Now who wants to help me with those bloody counter curses?"

Later that night, Harry was attempting to study for Charms without Hermione's aid, and was failing miserably. He sat by the crackling fire, desperately wanting to toss his books into the fireplace and watch the pages be devoured by the hungry orange flames. He slammed the cover of his text closed, letting his head flop into his hands. Just as he was considering a second go at Chapter 10: Nonverbal Spells, he heard the pitchy cry of an owl. He immediately turned around to see if it was the same fawn, beige colored owl he had sent off that morning. To his great relief, it was Pig, and in his curled talons, he gripped a package. Thank goodness, Harry thought. He then grabbed the package from the owl's grasp and raced upstairs.

He frantically began tearing the wrappings off the parcel. Inside, he found two large bottles of butterbeer along with some sweets. Harry noticed something peculiar about the bottles, however. The pink label read, "Loverbeer." There were also pink, bubbling hearts all over it. In fact, the liquid was even a pale pink. What the devil? He thought to himself.

Then, as he moved through the package, he found an attached letter from Fred and George.

Feeling a little bit lovesick, Potter?

Fred and I heard about your little mix up. Time to get yourself one of those Muggle calendars, don't you think? Anyhow, here is the last minute Valentine's Day survival package from yours truly.

So, in this emergency rescue kit, Fred and myself have included the following:

Loverbeer. It's Butterbeer, but in a super sickly romantic form that makes us gag and girls blush. It tastes relatively the same though. Fred thought to include a slogan on the back saying, "Make some magic of your own tonight," but I thought we had best refrain, in case this package got intercepted.

Cinnamon hearts. Now these are guaranteed to make things a little hotter. Since this is a little awkward given who your lass is, we'll leave it at that.

As much as it kills us to be supporting other shops, we figured this was a necessary addition. There's a little emerald necklace enclosed in a blue jewelry box. Don't fret, Angelina picked it out, not us.

As much as it pains me to send this without some sort of devilish Weasley shop fun, we promise that everything we've sent is safe and won't get you into any real trouble, other than a good time. Perhaps you could take her to the Shrieking Shack … No, not for that reason! She's our sister for goodness sake. Blimey, Potter!

Don't worry about the whole "you owe us sometime," because you gave us the money to start up the shop, so you technically paid for all of this yourself. Frankly, if Ron were in this position, I can't say we'd do more than laugh at the blithering idiot who forgot Valentine's Day–no offense–so count yourself lucky! Anyhow, George is telling me that there's a group of old housewitches that are trying to buy up our whole supply of love potions. So, without further ado, we wish you the best of luck on the oh-so-disgusting lovers day.

Cheers, Harry!

George

Necklace? Harry wondered. What necklace? He fumbled about the package to find a dark blue jewelry box. Inside, he saw an emerald pendant on a silver chain. It was dainty and small. The deep green stone was surrounded by a halo of small crystals that glimmered as if enchanted to shine like the moon. Harry understood what George was saying–no matter how much she denied wanting a piece of jewelry, there was no way she could deny this.

Although everything Fred and George had sent him was from a joke shop, he had to use it. There was no other option. Besides, they promised that they were safe products and that they'd have fun with them, so he took their word for it.

Perfect. Everything was perfect.

Harry was now in a desperate panic to find Ginny. He opened up his beloved Marauder's Map and saw that Ginny was at the Quidditch pitch. Quickly, he took off at the speed of light down the stairs of the dormitory. With his arms wrapped around the contents of the gift, Harry nearly toppled into Ron and Hermione in the common room.

"I'm going to assume Fred and George are behind this?" said Ron, sounding slightly proud of himself. Hermione looked at Harry with a slight glare in her brown eyes, disapproving of the fact that he hadn't done this himself.

"I definitely owe you. Gotta go. Bye!" Harry nodded before he ran through the portrait hole.

Down at the pitch, Ginny was aggressively throwing quaffles through the goalposts. Harry found his Firebolt and started upwards, barely evading one of her bullet-like throws.

"Goodness, Gin. Why don't the Harpies just draft you now?"

She shrugged, "Gotta get a bit better first. That's why you called for a practice tonight, right?"

"Look," Harry said, taking the quaffle resting in her hands. "I'm sorry about everything that happened earlier. I promise I can make it up to you." He pulled a strand of her ginger hair off her face.

Her brown eyes looked at him quizzically. "Alright," she said. "I'm sorry I was acting all uptight."

Harry chuckled, "Uptight? No. Slightly frazzled, maybe. Don't worry though, you get that beautiful blush whenever you're frazzled."

Ginny gave into a little smile and the two headed down towards the ground.

The sky was beginning to fade into a deeper blue as the night rolled in. The ground was still crisp with February's wintery frost. They finally came to the Whomping Willow. Harry cast the jinx that rendered it immobile. Harry had taken George's 'advice' and used the Shrieking Shack. Inside, it wasn't nearly as sinister as the legends had claimed that it was. But ever since Harry's third year adventure, he knew this place was a safe hideout. He hadn't really made an effort to jazz up the place, but at least they were alone.

"I got you something," Harry said.

Ginny raised an eyebrow.

He withdrew the blue, velvet box from his pocket and presented it in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the necklace.

"Dear god, Harry. Where'd you get that?"

He chuckled, "Your brothers, actually."

"Which ones? I have six brothers, Harry. You'll have to be a bit more specific."

Harry smiled, "Fred and George," he specified.

She laughed and shook her head. "Should've known."

"Ron helped a bit too," he added.

She eyed him with doubtfulness. "But my brothers are the least sentimental, romantic people in the world!"

"Next to me," said Harry.

Ginny just gave him the joking eye roll that she did so well. "You wanna see what I got you? I saw it and told Mum about it, so she decided to send it over."

He chuckled, "Alright, let's see!"

She pulled out a small red box and handed it to Harry. He took off the lid and underneath was a flaxen snitch; it's wings lustrous and dormant. He recognized it from a catalog for Quality Quidditch Supplies. It's limited edition, with revamped wings for ultimate flutter speed; it's the ultimate Seeking challenge.

"I thought it was suitable, you know, cause you're a Seeker, of course; but I thought it might make you think of me, because, you know, how you chased me all those years." She winked and flicked a bit of carmine hair off her shoulder.

Harry chuckled even louder. "I chased you?"

"Oh yeah. In fact, you could've played Chaser instead of Seeker," said Ginny. "You stayed over at my house all the time and wanted to work in all those late Quidditch practices with me and stuff."

He laughed even harder, "Guess you have a point. I remember when you were in your first year and you couldn't even say two words to me."

"And aren't you glad I grew out of that phase?" Ginny asked, her brown eyes peering up at him teasingly.

Harry nodded and gave her a light kiss. "Oh, I almost forgot that I brought butterbeer."

Ginny faked her disbelief, "How on Earth could you ever forget something like that?!" He handed her the chilled drink and she read the label. "Loverbeer?"

Harry shrugged, "Guess it's some Valentine's Day thing."

"Hmm," said Ginny. "Well then I suppose we have to try it!" They popped the bottle caps, clinked their glasses to each other's and took a sip. Ginny stopped to taste the drink and immediately, she broke out into a vast smile.

Harry looked at her a little funny. "You alright there?"

She started nodding her head really fast, her eyes wide as could be. "This is really good!" she exclaimed, taking another rather large swig. "Haaaaaarry," she said, clamping her teeth down onto her cherry red bottom lip, her eyes wide and playful.

"Er, yes?" he said, confused.

"What's that? In your pocket?"

"What?" Harry said utterly confused. "Oh," he said. "They're … um … cinnamon hearts I think."

Ginny's eyes grew wide in an instant. "Ooh! Can I have one? Pleeeeeeease!" she begged like a toddler.

Harry chuckled, taken aback. "Okay, okay." He opened the bag and gave a handful of miniature crimson heart candies to Ginny. She ate one without hesitation and instantaneously, her lips puckered and her eyes shot open. She shook her head as though she were trying to clear it. "You alright, Gin?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but don't you find it really hot in here?" She fanned herself with her hands.

"Um, not overly," Harry replied.

"Oh," said Ginny. "Well, I am." She raised her eyebrow in a sultry way, while Harry simply eyed her in a peculiar way. "Here, have one of those things!" she said, motioning to the cinnamon hearts.

"But …" Harry protested.

"Just try!" Ginny said.

"But I really don't like cinnamon."

"Haaaaaarry!"

"Okay, okay." He took a cinnamon heart and ate it, spitting it out almost right away. His face was flushed and he was definitely growing warmer. In fact, he wanted to go stand outside in the February air.

Ginny, all of a sudden, began giggling uncontrollably. "See! I told you it makes you hot! Except, you know, I was already pretty hot to begin with, right?"

Harry nodded still fighting the urge to go roll in a snow bank, "True enough."

Silence filled the steamy air, and Ginny just took another swig of "Loverbeer" and stared at Harry. She didn't say anything else, but simply lunged at him, knocking him straight onto the lone dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack.

"Whoa," Harry said in surprise, "hello there."

She giggled, and then began kissing him. Harry had never really seen Ginny behave in this manner, therefore he had no idea how to react, so he just went with it. That was, until she broke away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think you forgot something."

"Like what?"

"Well obviously, that Felix Felicis you won. Because, you know, you need that to get lucky."

Harry began to laugh uncontrollably. "Whoa there, Gin."

"I'm kidding, you git!" She sat up and took another drink from the bottle. After a few moments of Ginny staring at her boyfriend with curiosity, she spoke. "Harry, you love me, right?"

The question indubitably caught him off guard. "Well, of course I do."

"How much?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."

"Well, a lot, I suppose."

"That doesn't tell me how much!" Ginny exclaimed.

Harry ran his hand through his hair, fighting to keep up with the ever changing moods of his frisky girlfriend, "More than my broomstick, or my first snitch, or …"

"Keep going," she said.

"More than anything. I know it sounds a bit corny, but it's true."

Ginny's lips formed half of a smile as she winked and said, "Right back atcha." Afterwards, she drained the last bits of butterbeer–or Loverbeer, rather–from the bottle.

Those last few droplets sent her over the edge. She flung herself at Harry and began planting numerous kisses all over his face.

"Uh, Ginny," he said trying to find some room to breathe.

"Mmhmm," she said, refusing to stop.

"What are you … Ginny, you're being sort of … I can't exactly breathe … Okay, getting a little claustrophobic over here … Ginny!"

That made her stop. Her eyes peered into his; her chocolate irises coated with some sort of glossiness, from tears or the Loverbeer, Harry wasn't sure.

"What?" Ginny asked quietly, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well," Harry began, "you're just not really acting like … yourself."

Ginny's look evolved from hurt to confused. "Like myself? Harry, I can assure you I'm acting like my normal self, thank you very much."

"Sorry, Gin, you were just acting really …"

"Really what, Harry?!"

"Well, a little aggressive, I suppose."

Now her face had an expression that was fueled with anger. "Aggressive?! The last time I checked, when a girl tried to kiss her boyfriend, it wasn't necessarily considered 'aggressive!' I thought you wanted me Harry! Why would you lie like that? Bring me out here and charm me with all this … this … stuff," she shook her head angrily as she picked up the bottle of Loverbeer and slammed it down on the bed, "Only to push me away!"

Harry didn't have anything else to say. He was lost for words. He'd never seen Ginny behave like this. Ever.

"Well sorry for trying to kiss you!" Ginny retorted to his silence. "You know, most boys would be happy to have me around and not push me away! I'm sorry I can't be your tall, fun and pretty, Cho Chang."

"Ginny, just calm down," Harry said, trying to reason. He grabbed ahold of her wrist, causing her to stop moving and look at him. "Hey, it's alright," he said faintly. Then, he craned his neck downwards and gave her a faint kiss. Then they broke away. She smiled up at him, her eyes more relaxed and slowly her eyes closed and she fell

Harry sat in the common room, hovered over one of the Loverbeer bottles, reading the back of it in order to understand just what Ginny had drank the previous night.

Loverbeer is a refreshment that when consumed, magnifies the portion of the brain controlling the romantic feelings of a witch. This drink contains no alcohol, and the effects have a two-hour to one bottle ratio. The drink, however, is not effective on wizards.

WARNING: Do not consume more than two bottles in less than 24 hours. Do not consume alcohol while having consumed Loverbeer. Do not agitate a witch under the effects of Loverbeer, for anger can escalate quickly. If a witch is agitated, her she can become exhausted very quickly and may become unconscious.

Well, that explains that, Harry thought. Ginny was in Hermione's room, sleeping off the effects of the concoction. Last night, when she'd passed out, he almost wanted to kill Fred and George, and possibly Ron too, for his idea. Harry brought her back to the castle, where he found Hermione in the common room. After reading the back of the bottle, Hermione said that she didn't necessarily have to go to the hospital wing, and that she just needed to sleep. She said she'd watch her through the night.

It was two in the afternoon on the Saturday morning and Ginny had slept for about fifteen hours. Right then, Hermione headed down the stairs and told Harry to come up and see her. He sat down on the foot of the bed, and almost instantaneously, Ginny's eyes flung open. She sat up a little fast and it was evident that she was dizzy.

"Easy there, tiger," Harry said, putting his palm behind her head.

"Worst hangover ever," Ginny muttered as she put her head back on the pillow.

Harry chuckled, "You weren't even drunk."

"I sure as hell felt like I was," she said.

"Well maybe you were just … under the influence of love." He winked his green eye at her.

She pretended to gag, "Dear god, Harry Potter, you can be so corny."

"So, I take it you're not still incredibly angry with me?" he asked.

"Of course not. Like you said, I was 'under the influence of love.'"

Harry laughed, "Well I'm sorry that Valentine's Day didn't exactly turn out the way it was supposed to."

Ginny shrugged, "I got a cute necklace out of it." She was still wearing the emerald pendant. "And I guess one good kiss too."

"Oh yeah, must've been pretty good to make you pass out like you did."

Ginny scrunched up her face, "I've had better."

"Oh really now?" said Harry.

"Oh relax, they're all yours, you prat."

He chuckled, "They better be."

Then, he went to give Ginny another kiss when Ron walked in the door.

"My eyes! My eyes!" he shrieked.

"Isn't it his fault that I'm like this right now?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Yeah, it probably wasn't one of my better ideas," said Ron, scratching his head. "I think I failed Snape's test too."

"Don't worry about it," said Harry. "The night turned out … pretty good after all."

"I don't want to know what you mean by that," said Ron. "So I'm just gonna leave."

Once they were alone, Ginny smiled up at Harry and laughed. "So I guess we had ourselves a two-day Valentine's Day then."

"Yeah, hold on one second though," said Harry.

"What for?"

"I gotta write your brothers a thank you letter."

PS, the line about Cho is not mine. I borrowed it from the fabulous Starkid's AVPM, in order to add a drop of humour to my readers who are familiar with the fabulous production.

Anyhow, that's all for now! Until next time! 3