A/N: another Ginny and Harry one-shot. It is slightly gross, so don't tell me you weren't warned! I know I ought to be updating 'Dear Harry', but I have just finished the second chapter and I already hate the entire story. It is stupid and out of character, and it needs some serious re-writing before I can post it. In the mean time I hope you enjoy my one-shots. By the way, the last one was written to the song 'Right next to the right one' by Tim Christensen. Awesome song.
Disclaimer: Again and again I will say it: I don't own it, J.K. does. Thank her, not me.

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Second and third period was double Divination, and I think I fell asleep. Not that it matters. Ever since that... incident... last year Prof. Trelawney has decided to ignore me, which is just as good. – the Journal, chapter 1.

Ginny was fifteen when the second most embarassing thing in her entire life happened. It was one of those days – the ones you'll never forget, and if you do there will always be someone there to remind you of it.

It had started as a regular day – waking up, spending too much time in bed trying to find out if she wasn't just a little sick – you know, sick enough to have an excuse not to get to class on time, but well enough to not having to see Madame Pomfrey. And once she had established that no, she wasn't even slightly sick, the running around getting dressed and appropriate enough to go down for breakfast. Oh yes, Ginny decided as she thundered down the stairs from the girls dormitory, a day just like any other.

Once she had settled down at the Gryffindor table only a few people were left. Ron and Hermione were talking animatedly about something, and Harry was staring into empty space. Without thinking Ginny made sure her pony tail was in place, then cursed under her breath once she realised what she was doing. Why should she bother how she looked, when apparently the one guy she wanted to look good for seemed to notice her even less now than he had done before, and it wasn't like used to be extremely close. She sighed and decided for the millionth time that he wasn't worth it. But just in case today was the day that he finally noticed that she was something more than his best friend's sister she put on a fake smile. She was the kind of girl who were destined be noticed by the man of her dreams looking extremely grumpy, and since no one knew when said noticing would take place she had woved to always look happy, a task that proved to be more difficult than she wanted to admit. Seriously, though, how could anyone be happy knowing they had double Divination first thing? Yeah, exactly.

She sat down next to her brother, but he only grunted an acknowledgement in her direction. Ginny rolled her eyes. Ever since Ron had realised what the rest of the world had known for years – that he was insanely in love with Hermione – there had been no talking to him. Ginny shook her head and looked around for something to eat. It wasn't that she was particularly hungry, but her mother's lectures on how breakfast was the most important meal was so severly imprinted in her mind that she didn't dare to do anything but eat. Problem was, however, that the only thing left on the table that looked remotely interesting was a plate of blueberry muffins. Ginny quelched the voice in her head that said 'do you call that breakfast?', and grabbed one of them.

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you," Ron suddenly said.

Ginny looked up in surprise. Had he actually managed to tear himself away from Hermione long enough to form a full sentence?

"Why?" Ginny asked him while she looked at her muffin questioningly. Living with Fred and George had proven one thing to her; even though it was food, there still was a chance it was unedible.

"They have been standing there since last night, apparently the elves were too lazy to clean them up."

"Ron!" Hermione scoffed. "They weren't lazy, they just needed a break."

"But...?" and before Ginny had gotten the chance to finish her question Ron was back to the staring. Of course, she thought with a sigh, it really was too much to ask that her brother actually had an entire conversation with her. She looked at her muffin, then decided to eat it despite Ron's warnings. She was hungry, after all.

Once she was done with the muffin the Great Hall was officially devoid of people. Hermione had dragged Ron and Harry along a few minutes earlier, and Ginny had watched them go with a sinking heart. So this wasn't the day where Harry would notice her, either. Well, tomorrow was a new day. Grabbing another muffin from the plate, she slung her book bag over her shoulder and half ran towards the North Tower. There were hardly any people in the halls, only a few who, like herself, was now starting to be really late. She was never one to rush, though. After all, who ran to Divination? Certainly not her, that much was certain. She did have some common sense left, despite what seemed to be the accepted norm. She arrived outside Professor Trelawney's classroom just in time to climb up the ladder in a hurry, then enter just in time to give hear Trelawney announce that 'to whoever is not here, let us think of them in their time of trial and tribulation'. She crouched down low, hoping that the fumes and smoke disguised her, and fell down next to her friend, Jenna.

"What did I miss?" she whispered as she took out her text books.

Jenna shrugged. "Nothing much. Some serious alliteration from Professor Trelawney, James just broke his tea cup, and... oh yes, you are doomed to suffer from a very painful and humiliating disease."

Ginny made a face. "Sounds like the perfect way to end my so far perfect morning."

"Good day?"

"You have no idea, and it's not even nine."

Jenna chuckled, then turned back to her book. Ginny on her side was suddenly feeling very dizzy, and her stomach was making some strange noises. She put it off as an after effect of all the hurrying she had done, then joined her classmates in listening to their teacher.

An hour later, though, it was impossible to deny the fact that she was feeling very sick. Her stomach was doing somersaults, her head was thumping, and she was sure there had to be something wrong about the way Professor Trelawney kept turning into two people.

"Gin are you ok?" Jenna asked from her side.

Ginny put on a smile, then nodded.

"You don't look ok," her friend said in a worried voice.

"Never mind me," Ginny stammered, "I just ate some bad muffins this morning."

Jenna eyed her suspiciously. "Your face is all white and you look like you're about to faint. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Well... actually, no. I don't. I think I may need to lay down a little."

Jenna nodded, then raised her hand. Professor Trelawney came over only a second later. "What is it, children? Are there any problems with the connection to the Other World?"

Jenna shook her head. "It's Ginny, Professor. She isn't feeling very well and I think she may have to go see Madame Pomfrey."

Professor Trelawney looked at Ginny with a superior look. "I did say you would suffer –"

"from a painful and humiliating disease, yes we know," Jenna finished for her, "but Ginny doesn't need you to remind her. Can I please take her to the Hospital Wing?"

Ginny groaned despite herself, her stomach had now begun to threaten to rid itself of everything she had eaten the last two years.

"Well, yes, I guess so," Professor Trelawney replied, and Jenna smiled gratefully.

"Thank you so much. Ginny do you think you can walk?"

Ginny nodded and tried to smile, but decided to focus on getting onto her feet instead of doing any intricate face movements.

"Ok, I just have to pack your bag and then we will go." Jenna closed the book on the table, put Ginny's wand in the pocket of her robes, then put her arm around her waist and started to walk towards the door. Professor Trelawney was holding it open for them, and Jenna had just climbed down the ladder and called for Ginny to follow when Ginny's stomach gave a lurch, and she only managed a "I'm so sorry Professor," before her not yet fully digested breakfast came out in a projectile. The entire class gasped, someone screamed, and Professor Trelawney looked like she wanted nothing but to believe all of thise to be a bad dream. For although Ginny had tried to give ample warning, there hadn't been much time, and Professor Trelawney was now covered in orange juice and two day-old blueberry muffins.

"Oh my god," Ginny muttered, suddenly feeling a lot better. "I am so, so sorry, Professor, I guess you were right about my becoming sick."

But Professor Trelawney didn't answer. She only looked at Ginny, then she pointed at the ladder, before she took off her glasses, wiped them on a half clean spot on her robes, and stalked off. Down below Ginny could see Jenna's horrified look, and she could hear the entire class talking animatedly behind her. Without daring to look at anyone she descended through the hole and onto the ladder. Once she was down Jenna handed her the book bag.

"Holy crap, Gin," she said in astonishment, "impressive pyrotechnics."

Ginny looked confused. "Huh?"

"Never mind. Let's get you out of here before Trelawney realises what you actually did."

Ginny slung the book bag across her shoulder and followed Jenna through the hallway.

"Jen," she said after a while. "Did I actually throw up on a Professor?"

Jenna nodded. "You most certainly did."

"Oh my god."

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

The story had been spread throughout the school in a way that only highly embarassing stories could, and by the end of the day everyone knew every painful little detail. Ginny had decided to skip every class and was instead hiding in the Gryffindor common room, daring anyone to come near her. She was planning exactly where to go into hiding when silent footsteps were heard behind her. Ginny sighed and reached for her wand. If they hadn't gotten the message yet, she would make sure to set an example for anyone who wanted to even think about her again. She spun around, only to find herself face to face with none other than Harry. Of course.

"Whoah, Gin," he said and raised his arms as if to ward her off. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Ginny sat back down, not even bothering to get excited that Harry wanted to talk to her. "What do you want?" she asked icily.

Harry shrugged. "Ask if you wanted any muffins?"

She looked at him with badly hidden anger.

"Sorry. Not funny."

"Nope."

Harry sat down in the chair next to her. "Actually I just wanted to ask if you were feeling ok. When I heard that you had gotten sick I got a little worried."

Ginny stared. "You were?"

"Yeah. I mean, at first I was just grossed out, but then I figured you must have been really sick for all of this to happen. So are you ok now?"

Ginny sighed. This wasn't fair. Why would he become interested in her well-being on today of all days? He had every day of the year to choose from, yet he chose the one where she wanted nothing but to hate the world and hate everyone around her. Sadly, once Harry Potter took an interest in you, hate was not an option.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I think it must have been those muffins, and once they were up I got better right away."

Harry smiled, and Ginny nearly fainted. Instead of doing so she smiled back, though, hoping that she didn't look as insane as she felt.

"Well, good," he said and rose. "I just wanted to make sure. I'll leave you alone now."

Ginny wanted to tell him not to go, wanted to beg him to sit there and continue to smile at her. Instead she nodded, thanked him, and let him go. And then, with a sigh, she concluded that this may have started as an ordinary day, but it sure hadn't ended that way. Perhaps those ordinary, boring days weren't as bad after all.