Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Too bad, so sad for me.

Warning: This chapter (this chapter alone) is rated T, for teen, due to sexual reference. Eww! Nothing lewd you perverts! Just funny...

A/N: I know it's been forever guys, so please forgive me! But I'd rather post a great last chapter than an unsatisfactory one, ya know? If you like it, let me know! I'd really like to get 200 reviews total for this fic, and there's a little something in it for you if you give 'em to me! (A delightful little H/G snack I've been working on...)

Also, this hasn't been beta'd yet, cuz I was so anxious to get it out to all of you, so forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

So without further adieu, I give you...

A Single Girls Woe

Revenge is...Sweet?

A Single Girl's Woe

By Ginny Weasley--Witch Weekly columnist

I am sorry to report that this will be my last column. It is destined to be taken over by a woman of a more...single nature. That's right, ladies! The infamously alone Ginny Weasley is finally off the market.

Once all of you single fans of mine finally give in to the delights and dilemmas of coupledom, feel free to follow me to my new column, "A Coupled Girl's Curse!"

I have but one piece of advice left...Don't fight it.

When cupid comes a knockin', usually uninvited, let him (or her) in. He could come in the form of a prying best friend, or an overly enthusiastic mother, but trust me in that it will be worth it in the end.

And so my former fellow single girls, I fear all I can leave you with is "Good luck."

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Harry awoke to the sound of someone whistling cheerfully. Glancing out the window, he saw the barest rays of sunshine peeking feebly through. He sincerely hoped these dawn awakenings weren't going to become a habit.

Groggily, he pulled on his pants, and spent a few futile minutes looking for his shirt. Giving up, he made his way to Ginny's small kitchen. After all, it was a little late for modesty now…

"Morning, love," Ginny greeted him as he fell ungracefully on the nearest chair.

"Urgh," was his eloquent reply.

"Oh, cheer up Harry! Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"It's…it's," he craned his neck around looking for a clock. "Oh-dawn-thirty. I don't know…" Harry finally grumbled.

"It's 7:00!"

At this proclamation, Harry slammed his head on the table. Perhaps it would knock him unconscious and he could go back to sleep. Unfortunately, he only wound up with a painful bump and a pounding headache. "So what?" he finally asked. (Though whined would be a more appropriate word.)

"Harry, do you remember what we talked about last night?"

"We talked?"

"Yes!" Ginny batted him upside the head. "Before we came inside."

Harry thought back to last night…what did she say that was important? Besides the "screw subtlety" bit…we snogged…we….did other things…then she said…

"Revenge!" he proudly proclaimed.

"Knew you'd get there eventually."

"So what are we doing? And why does it involved getting up at an outrageously early hour?"

"Oh, Harry. How quickly we forget…" Ginny sighed dramatically.

Harry stared blankly at her.

"Who tends to drop by at the hour of eight a.m. to pry in our love lives?"

"Oh…." Harry said. Ginny swore she could see the light bulb turning on in his head.

"This time, though, I thought we'd pry back."

"Brilliant! Erm…how?"

"The answer is simple," Ginny said, a malicious glint in her eye. "Revenge is sweet."

"Revenge is…sweet?"

"In Hermione's case, yes. You see, I have taken the liberty of making a spot of tea for her immanent arrival. Hermione likes one cube of sugar in her tea, and I have a very special cube in mind. Of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes variety. One sip of her laced beverage and she'll be spilling her love life's most embarrassing secrets."

"So I don't have to do anything?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Just enjoy the show."

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Yes, but I could use some reminding. Besides, we've got an hour to kill...

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"Ginny? Ginny, are you awake?"

Without waiting for an answer, Hermione burst into Ginny's flat, dragging a tired looking Ron behind her.

"Hermione!" the redheaded witch greeted her, coming in from the kitchen. "What a surprise!"

Shocked at her friends cheerful greeting, it was a moment before the bushy haired girl responded. "

"Yes, well...we were hoping to take Harry out for a spot of breakfast, but he wasn't at his flat. So we came here. Right, Ron?"

She elbowed him painfully in the stomach.

"What? Erm...yeah," he said, immediately returning to his vegetative state.

"I guess we solved the mystery of his whereabouts, though..." Hermione said, staring pointedly at a large button down shirt that was definitely not Ginny's. Luckily, Ron continued to stare blankly at a spot on the wall, and missed the implication.

At that moment the lost boy himself entered the living room. "Hey, Hermione...Ron," he greeted each in turn. Hermione pointed towards his abandoned shirt. "Buggar. I was wondering where that had gotten to..."

"Oh, hey Harry," Ron said, at last seeming to grasp that he was awake and in the presence of others. "Ready for breakfast, mate? I'm starved...wait...Why is Ginny at your flat?"

"We're at Ginny's flat, Ronald," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh...right..." He paused for a moment, appearing to think very hard. "Why are you at Ginny's flat, then?" At last he took in Harry's state of dress. Or rather, undress. "Shirtless!"

"Don't give yourself a hernia, you fruit," Ginny scolded. "I'm a big girl now." She shooed the group towards the kitchen. "Let's all go have some tea and talk about this like adults."

At this she gave Harry a wicked grin and a wink that he couldn't help but return.

"Now, Hermione, you prefer one lump of sugar, correct?"

"Mmhmmm," she answered absently, already firing off intimate questions at Harry, tending not pausing for an answer. "So how was it? Fantastic I bet. Well, obviously, since you're here..."

As soon as she took her first sip of tea, though, everything changed. She sat up a little straighter, a rather constipated look on her face. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth, as if terrified she might let something terribly embarrassing slip.

The fiery haired vixen next to Harry sat back in her seat, a satisfied smile on her face. "You might as well let it out, Hermione. There's no stopping it now."

"How could you!" Hermione burst out angrily. "I would never--I...I...I still head the Lockhart fan club. It's more underground now, but I couldn't get past that gorge smile!"

The other three table occupants stared at her in shock before outright guffawing at the antics of Hermione in love.

"...When Viktor told me he loved me, I said 'Oh, how nice for you'..." Hermione was glowing a more brilliant red with each admission. "...I had no idea he was so bendy!..." She had now surpassed even the most brilliant Weasley blush.

"...The first time Ron and I did it was in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He just told her to nip off for a bit and put a blanket down..."

Harry and Ginny lost it. They gave un seats and were rolling ont he tiled floor clutching their stomachs, unable to catch a proper breath.

"...I've faked-"

"Whoa!" Ron interrupted, clamping a firm hand over his wife's mouth, obviously uncomfortable with what she was about to say. "I think that's enough now. You've proved your point."

A reluctant Ginny retrieved the antidote from the cupboard and dangled it in front of Hermione, faint giggles of aftershock rippling through her body." Have we learned our lesson now?" she asked. "No more meddling in other peoples personal affairs?"

Hermione nodded fervently, and Ginny mercifully fed her another sugar cube.

"I'm sorry, Ginny," Hermione apologized immediately. "I didn't realize how much it bugged you. I'll never meddle again. Promise."

"You know, I don't believe you," Ginny laughed, hugging her regretful friend. "But I'm pacified for now. And truthfully, it did all turn out well."

She plopped back down on Harry's lap, pecking him on the lips as if proof of her statement.

"It did, didn't it?" Hermione smiled fondly at the couple.

"And you know what the best part of it all is?" asked Ginny. "No more special dinners!"

A/N- And so it ends. I have to say I'm really happy with this chapter, which is unusual for me. I'd really love to have 200 reviews total for this fic. I know it would involve some 60 reviews, and is therefore very unlikely, but if you give 'em to me, I'll post a cute H/G Hogwarts fic I've been working on. So please review!