What has he done to Ginny?

Ginny reached for the alarm clock groggily. She accidentally hit the volume button, which only made it louder. She jumped up and turned off the alarm. She didn't want to wake up. Her bed was so comfortable with its feather blankets and canopy surrounding it. The Magical Experience was NOTHING compared to this. Plus, the hotel was right across from Harry's store. After Ginny had stolen Goyle's Magical Money card, she checked herself into the Five Wand hotel. The charge only took up 1/3 of the card. Ginny heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" she called.

"Room service," came the reply. Ginny was living in luxury. She went and answered the door.

"Your complimentary breakfast, ma'am," said the man.

"Thanks," said Ginny. The man just stared at her.

"What?" she said.

"Oh nothing," said the man. He turned around and walked out of the door. As he was walking down the hallway, Ginny heard him mutter something about tips. She took the cap off of the plate. There was a steaming plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, and a cinnamon roll. Ginny didn't have enough time to eat all of it, but she scarffed down what she could. Ginny put on the business robe that she had worn the day before. A little freshening spell made it just like new. She put on the sunglasses and hat once again, and she was ready to go. The first thing that she had to do was find out when Harry worked, when he was at home, etc. etc. Draco had given her a notepad to write down all of her notes in. He said that most people would just pass her off as a reporter. Ginny started out of the hotel. It was 7:00 a.m. Yesterday, Ginny had seen Harry at open his store around 8:30. She had time to dye her hair again. She didn't want her roots to start growing back red. So she went back to her room and performed a spell to keep her hair the color it was. It was a simple spell, but it only took about fifteen minutes. So Ginny started to play around with her hair. She was a woman after all; she did still care about her looks. She put a little makeup on and curled her hair (with a spell of course because she didn't have makeup or a curling iron). It was weird; Ginny had never really cared about her looks. She was too consumed by her thoughts of revenge. Now she felt like she had more of a purpose. She was also back in the world again. She looked in the mirror. She was actually... what is the word... pretty. She couldn't dwell too much on her looks. She had to go now.

It was 8:29, and Ginny was positioned behind the same tree as the other day, before she was arrested. She also had on the same clothes, so hopefully no one from the other day would see her. Ginny watched as Harry opened his store up, prompt and prepared at 8:30. She wrote those exact words in her notebook. Ginny stepped out onto the sidewalk, taking careful precautions not to go the same way as she had the other day, just in case that part of the sidewalk was hexed or something. Ginny walked up to the store and read the sign. "Quality Quidditch, open Monday through Saturday from 8:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. Ginny wrote those times in her notebook. Now, this was the moment that Ginny had been dreading for all of these years. She was going to have to confront Harry. Of course she was in disguise,... and he wouldn't know it was her,... and they wouldn't have to talk about that day before graduation. "What the hell am I afraid of?" Ginny thought. She strolled into the store confidently.

"Good morning," said Harry. "May I help you?"

"Yes, yes," said Ginny, "I am looking for some balls. Harry raised his eyebrows. Stupid, stupid Ginny.

"Oh, I mean for Quidditch, the ball set with the blubbers and the snitch and all," she said. She hoped that was right; she really never could follow Quidditch. "There for my little brother.

"Right," said Harry, obviously satisfied with her explanation. He brought her to the appropriate section and went back to the check-out counter. Ginny looked at all of the different varieties and picked out the most expensive one. This was all part of her plan. She walked up to the counter and handed the set to Harry.

"That'll be 85 Galleons," said Harry. Ginny pretended to rummage through her purse. Harry broke in with a question.

"You look very familiar. Do I know you?" said Harry. Ginny stayed cool.

"I am not sure. What is your name?" asked Ginny.

"Harry Potter," he replied.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter," Ginny said almost under her breath, "Nope, I don't know a Harry Potter. Guess you must have mistaken me for someone else." Harry didn't look at all surprised that someone didn't know him. "Oh shoot," said Ginny, "I forgot to run by the bank. I am so sorry, can I come back after I get some money. Oh wait, as long as I'm over that way I might as well pick up some floo powder. Goodness, I don't know when I will get back here. I think maybe 11 or so. Is that ok?" Ginny babbled.

"Actually, I am on break from 11-11:30. If you'd like to come back after my break that'll be fine," he said.

"Ok," said Ginny. As she walked out of the door, she threw up her hands and said, "My goodness, I am such an airhead." Ginny heard Harry laugh behind her as she left. There were times when Ginny would've given anything to make Harry smile, even if it meant acting like an airhead. But now he was happy, and she was depressed. Ginny braced herself for the angry feelings that usually rose up when she thought about Harry. They didn't come. She looked back at him, all smiling and friendly. Ah, now they came. Ginny quickly jotted down Harry's break time, then tried to find something to do until 11:00.