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First published HP fanfic...
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He awoke from a nightmare about garden gnomes and shuddered.
Quietly, so as not to disturb Ron, Neville, Dean, or Seamus, who slumbered in the four-posters nearby, Harry Potter made his way into the Gryffindor common room.
Having collapsed early on from a quidditch party the night prior, butterbeer cups and party streamers still dotted the common room. The Quidditch Cup stood proudly in the center of the table. Someone—probably Fred or George—had added a small parchment sign. "Suck it, Slytherin!" it read.
Sinking down on the overstuffed red couch, Harry blearily conjured up a cup of water with his wand, draining it in one gulp.
He remembered only fragments of the night before; returning from the dungeons after detention with Snape; his heart leaping as heard the roars and cheers that echoed from the common room; Ginny running towards him as he entered, her red hair blazing behind her like fire; kissing Ginny, and feeling as if he were to explode with happiness; stumbling out of the room with Ginny in tow; and then the gnomes.
Harry shuddered again. The gnomes.
They had appeared from nowhere, each bearing the face of someone he knew well. The creatures advanced towards him, clasping miniature—yet still dangerous—weapons in both chubby fists.
As they gradually closed in, the gnome who lead the pack, the one with long red hair and large brown eyes, grew taller until Ginny stood before him. Out of nowhere, Dean flew in on Harry's Firebolt, swooping in and hoisting Ginny up with him, where they hovered only feet above Harry's head, locked in a passionate kiss.
Harry's blood boiled at the thought, and he foolishly swung his wand hand out, hitting the sofa cushion and causing several First Year's books to tumble across the room.
He winced, quickly returning the books to their teetering stack in the corner.
His stomach growling, Harry summoned a chocolate frog or two from the looming pile that sat on the table, snarfing them down before they were given the opportunity to run away.
There came a quiet thumping of feet on the staircase, and Harry spun around, wand drawn on instinct.
Ginny ducked her head, her tinkling laugh echoing from behind a curtain of fiery hair. "It's just me," she giggled, padding over to the couch.
Harry awkwardly jabbed his wand into his pants pocket, grinning like a fool.
"I thought you might be down here," Ginny remarked, slowly sliding closer to him on the couch.
"Oh really? Why?" Harry questioned, leaning towards her.
Their lips met in an intense kiss, tongues mingling together and battling for dominance.
Ginny slowly pulled away, gracefully making her way back upstairs to bed.
"Call it intuition," she called over her shoulder, winking.
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