A/N: Today is my birthday. So in honor of my big(ish?) one-five, I am posting the very last chapter :'( Please don't cry.

This story has been one of my favorite things to write! Turned out a lot longer than I expected, of course, but next time I shall be better. I can't wait to write a sequel (run while you can!), but I'm changing the way I publish, so it might be a while. It's been great writing Ginny though. You can check my author page for some of the stories I've been thinking of. Not like you'd want to. Kind of boring, really.

This was just about the hardest chapter I've ever had to write. And probably the crappiest/corniest. You can throw rocks at me. I understand.

It's short! I just realized that...Sorry again.

So thanks to everyone for reading it and waiting around for the next chapter and putting up with my poor plot development. It's been practically a year! And thanks to all of you who review; I love getting feedback, and the reviews are so funny So yes, much love and chocolate to you all.

Disclaimer: Weep. My last disclaimer! Sort of. Better do it right, then. The characters and thingies do not belong to me. Rather, they are the property of that woman named J.K. Rowling that you've all heard of, who apparently, got some sort of honorary degree recently. So, w00t. Hah. I can't pull that off, can I?

Tues., Dec. 2

I don't think I've ever been happier. I finally understand what people always say: When you're with that one special person, you feel so different, better than you ever have before.

I want to remember this forever.

Yesterday, after sitting in the loos for awhile, I saw someone out through the window. Oh yes. I've already written that. It was Harry.

"Harry, Harry, wait up!" I called, running out of the hotel where the reception was being held.

He turned around, looking surprised. More like shock, really. Not sure why...Well, anyway, I had finally just about caught up to him, which was very difficult. My heels were quite tall.

"Aah!" I cried, as it punctured a hole in the lawn. With my shoe stuck in the ground, I tripped forward, flailing my arms wildly to keep my balance.

"Whoa!" Harry reached out and steadied me, but with me flapping my arms like a windmill, I accidentally knocked his glasses.

"Sorry, sorry!" I said, picking them up for him.

"It's okay," he answered, frowning slightly. He avoided my eyes. "So..."

"I –" I started unconfidently. "I – I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"You already did."

"No, not for the glasses, for that – that other thing." I paused, looking over at him expectantly. His face was blank. "I'm sorry for – for standing you up over dinner and for making you feel bad and – and for not appreciating you and everything you've done for me," I said in a big rush. "And I'm really really sorry for not realizing sooner the way I felt...about you."

Harry's eyes flickered and I gulped. But since he didn't say anything, I continued. "And – and I guess what I'm trying to say is...if it's not too late...maybe we could still...still..."

Harry was still silent. I felt my heart thump and drop into my stomach. "Okay then," I said, choking, but trying to sound cheerful, which is quite hard when you finally realize you love someone, and finally tell them, and then they just do nothing. Not even say anything. "Well...well, I hope we can still be friends."

Finally he said something. "Ginny...how can you hope that we can 'still be friends'?" he said slowly.

My eyes started to cloud. I couldn't believe this was Harry talking. I had tried to say sorry so many times! But at this point, I couldn't will myself to say it once more. My heart hurt too much.

"Oh. Right. Of course, so – so I'll just be going then. Mingle and such..." I turned around to head back into the party. When I was sure he couldn't see my face, I started to lift my hand up to wipe away hot tears of embarrassment and disappointment.

I felt him grab my hand halfway up. I was jolted by the look on his face and the intensity in his eyes. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't tear myself away from him.

"Ginny," he said, "I just can't – I can't accept being just your friend. I want to be more – I have to be more."

And then I said the stupidest thing possible: "What?"

Harry just grinned and I felt him pull on my wrist so that I got closer and closer to him. I could see him leaning in and his face getting closer and closer to mine.

And...well this time it wasn't a dream.

Fri., Dec. 3

Aah. Am not wicked old spinster, but lovely, successful witch with her own boyfriend and own column! Yes, my Madam Match column just came out today! The very first one! And I gave pretty good advice, if I do say so myself.

And it's not just me. Lavender stopped into the office, yelling "Look at this Madam Match person!" while pointing at the Daily Prophet. "She gives advice, Ginny, just like you! Except I think hers is better, no offence."

And then Padma sent an owl to Madam Match, saying "I read your advice column today, and one of the letters really applied to me. It helped me realise what I had to do – and just as you advised Unsure to do, I'm going to leave my fiancé."

I wonder if I should tell anyone who Madam Match really is...Naah. Better gossip this way, if they don't know she's me.

Had a lovely conversation with Harry this morning. We talked about everything that happened, trying to sort things out.

"And then," I said, trying to explain the biting-door incident, "it just snapped at me!"

Harry laughed and I narrowed my eyes. "You didn't install that just for me, did you?"

"No, no..." he said. He was looking at my hands. "Is this where it bit it then?" He kissed them both gently and I smiled.

Suddenly I remembered something. "Harry...why did you keep avoiding me? Why didn't you let me reach you?"

"I...I guess I was just afraid," he said slowly. "It – it hurt to see you, thinking that...that you'd never be mine..." He looked so embarrassed.

"Harry," I said seriously. "I'll always be yours. I promise."

He just laughed. I was about to ask if I was unable to pull of a line like that, or something, when Harry looked at his watch and said "When are you supposed to be in a work, again?"

I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh no! I'm already late!"

And well...erm, yeah. So now I'm in the office loo, hoping I can walk past Alicia and pretend that I was just in there for a really long time. It's fine, really. And there's a box of chocolates in my office that I can use for when she doesn't believe me and starts yelling. So it all works out!

See? Anything can look brighter if you just look at it in the right light.