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A/N : Ahahaa! I can't help it! I was reading some fics on the site and I was like hmm why hasn't anyone written this yet! Then I was like … HEY! I like writing fics! I can do it! So here I am! Sorry if it comes out stupid but I haven't really thought any of it through! I just wanna get it out! Haha ENJOY! I probably will!

Oh and yeah, I know it's real short BUT! It'll get better next chapter!

And The Truth Comes Out

Shh!

Chapter One

'Shh, quiet! He'll hear you!' Ginny giggled loudly as she crawled on her hands and knees across the sixth year boy's dormitory floor with Harry following behind her.

'Ginny!' Harry laughed hard, 'you're the one shouting!'

She couldn't help it, she was trying her best to muffle her loud giggles with her fist but she just couldn't seem to get rid of her giddiness. It was just past midnight and she and Harry had just spent the pervious hours sitting in the darkened Common Room talking. It was one of those nights when Harry couldn't get to sleep because of the nightmares and Ginny felt as though it was her personal duty to help him feel better. She had begun to talk about the first happy, non-evil wizard topic she could think of - the increasingly hilarious situation between their best friends; Ron and Hermione.

'Okay, ready?' Ginny, still giggling noisily crawled past Seamus's bed where he lay snoring quietly under his comforter and over to her brother's bed side. 'Shh! Hurry.'

'Gin,' Harry laughed as he crawled up next to her. 'You're making me laugh. Stop!' He gasped through his fit

of laughter.

'Alright, shh! You ready?' She breathed, trying to steady her giggling but bursting out once more.

'I can't believe what we're going to do!' Harry laughed harder at Ginny's fresh fit.

Ginny through her head back, completely failing to keep her excitement inside, hitting her head on the night table next to Ron's bed, 'Ouch!' Ginny shrieked through her giggles.

Harry couldn't help it, he too began to laugh without holding, abandoning his failed efforts to keep hushed up. 'Are you …' he gasped, 'alright?'

'Yeah! Are you ready?' Ginny rubbed her head just as Dean tossed in his four-poster a few feet away. She stuck her fist in her mouth once more as they both glanced over at him.

They were silent only for a moment before Harry, despite Dean almost waking up, snorted loudly causing Ginny to burst out giggling once again.

'Okay hurry, do it!' Harry continued laughing as he shuffled closer to Ginny, 'here! Do it quick!' He pulled a small vial out from an inside pocket in his pyjamas and handed it clumsily over to her.

Ginny's hand, which was shaking, along with the rest of her, with laughter took it from Harry and rose to level with the nightstand which had just attacked her. 'Okay, shh!' Ginny pulled Harry up next to her, 'ready?'

Harry, now unable to speak just nodded, covering his mouth with his hand. He watched has Ginny fiddled with the cap before letting his hand fall away and letting out another loud outburst. At this Ginny shrieked and let her back slid down the side of Ron's bed onto the floor. 'Here.' Harry took it from her, his hand brushing hers as he did so. As they were both laughed uncontrollably this gesture went unnoticed as Harry handed back the now opened vial of thick dark liquid.

'You're so strong Harry!' Ginny mock flirted through gasps of giggles.

This only made Harry laugh even harder, 'Hurry!' He breathed.

Once more the two of them levelled with the nightstand and, both completely un-phased by the fact that it was past midnight, three sleeping guys were in the room with them, and if they were caught they'd have one heck of a hard time explaining to McGonagall why they were both up and laughing in their pyjamas in the boy dorm.

'Go! Hurry!' Harry poked her in the ribs as he gasped for breath.

'Shh!' Ginny giggled hard as she pulled the glass of water which was sitting next to a candle on Ron's nightstand closer to her. Shakily she poured the liquid into the glass, trying, though failing, not to make too much of a mess. 'Okay! There! Ah! We did it!'

Just then Dean tossed again in his sleep, though this time waking himself up a bit. He jolted upright in his bed and rubbed his eyes, mumbling groggily to himself.

Harry immediately took Ginny's hand and pulled her with his out the door, both on their hands and knees.

Neither of them could stop laughing, each with their own pain in their side.

As they collapsed onto the overstuffed couch by the dieing fire there were tears streaming from their eyes while they laughed their hearts out, relieved to not have been caught and completely shocked at what they had just done.