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CHAPTER TWELVE: ROUTINES AS USUAL

Christmas Vacation came to a happier end than anyone thought was possible. Ginny and Harry were both released the day after their 'falling out' and spent the remaining time enjoying hot chocolate and snowball fights. Everything was as it should be, full of laughter and happiness. Most of the time the laughter came from making remarks towards Hermione and Ron.

For two people who denied that they had feelings for eachother for the five and a half years of being in school together, they sure didn't waste time. There wasn't a waking moment that they didn't spend together, alone. It was as if they decided to shut out the rest of the world to learn the details they didn't know. Likes, dislikes, favorites, goals, ambitions, home life, dreams, etc., etc., etc. Harry and Ginny were both getting tired of walking into the Great Hall for breakfast, starving, and then completely loosing their appetite for the entire day. There was just something about seeing two people (especially when one of them is your brother) snogging in the morning. There was no end to their feelings for one another, once they had been released. The two 'love birds' had even stopped fighting.

Once school started back up, Harry and Ginny both found that the grades they were recieving were better than they had ever been. They spent almost all of their free time in the library, to keep away from Ron and Hermione. Not that they didn't want to spend time with their friends, but the constant baby talk, and the excessive kissing were enough to drive anyone away. The only safe place was the library. (Madame Pince was very much against public displays of affection.)

Time was going by faster than it should have been, and it had already been three weeks since Ginny had completely regained her memory. But, she hadn't really dealt with what she had been through. Everyone thought that it was best if she, and Harry, came to terms with their 'experiences' in their own time. No one really realized how much of an affect it had on either of them. They didn't see anything coming.

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It was the last class of the week for Ginny. Double Potions. She was ready to get out of the dungeons and relax. It was a Hogsmead weekend, and she had plans with Hermione, for once. If only the time would go by faster, then she could go back to the common room and plan out her weekend with Hermione. But, Snape had them working on a very hard potion that was to prepre them for their O.W.L.S., which were coming up at the end of the year. Ginny knew that if she kept letting her mind wander, that she would ruin her potion. From what Harry had told her about his 'experiences' the year before, it was something that you didn't want to do. The humilation was unbearable. No matter how much you told yourself that it was just Snape, it seemed to hurt the most.

So she kept her focus, paying particular attention to how finely she was chopping her herbs. Unfortunately, Colin wasn't. He didn't realize that he had grabbed the wrong ingrediant, and before Ginny could stop him, he add it. Big mistake. The entire cauldron looked like a miniature nueclear explosion, and Colin's face didn't look any better. Everyone in class was giggling.

Not for long. "Mr. Creevy?" The room went silent. "Do you know why I put instuctions on the board before you start making a potion?" There wasn't even enough time for Colin to attempt to guess what Snape wanted him too say. "So that 'you' follow them." The Slytherins in the room started to snicker as the professor continued. "Perhaps next time you will take notice to them and..."

"STOP IT!"

Snape looked up. There, standing behind him was a very angry red-headed Gryffendor. She was standing there fists balled and glaring directly at him, completely unaware of what she was doing. "Excuse me, Miss Weasley? What did you say?" She stood there, not evening hearing him. Just glaring. "You should pay more respect to your elders. Fifty points from..." but fortunately for the Gryffendor House, Snape didn't get to finish his last sentance.

"LEAVE US ALONE!"

As if something had just struck Ginny in the back of the head, her face switched into a pained expression as she cluched her head by the ears and dropped to her ears. People started circling around her, but jumped back as she started rocking, screaming, twitching and shaking. They were all scared. Especially Snape who now knew what was going on.

He had heard about her experience in the Forbidden Forest over Christmas Break from the other professors, none of whom had expected her to have a relapse. Everyone who knew about the incident thought that after she regained her memory that the she was in the clear. But the worst was far from over. There she was, in the middle of the classroom, in complete hysterics. No one knew what to do.

"You, Mr. Creevy, go and fetch Madame Pomfrey from the Hospital Wing."

He didn't need to be told twice by Professor Snape to do something. Before he even finished his command, Colin was running out the door and up to find Madame Pomfrey. He knew about what happened to Ginny, and recognized what she was screaming as what she started screaming when she got her memory back. It was scarry seeing your best friend in pain. But seeing them in pain from a memory? It just didn't seem possible. It wasn't real.

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Ginny woke up in the infirmary. "Not again," was all she could say. She didn't remember what she did to get her self hospitalized, again, but she knew that it wasn't going to be a good thing. Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting posistion and looked around. Her mother and father were talking to Madame Pomfrey, Hermione was sleeping on Ron's shoulder, and Harry was holding her hand. 'He's kinda cute when he's sleeping,' she thought.

Looking down, she saw Harry, sleeping with his head on her bed, while the rest of him sat on a chair. It was such a sweet gesture, but she didn't get to enjoy it for long. "Ginny! You're up." It was like a magic phrase. The second that Madame Pomfrey finished saying it, the entire audience sprung to life around her. Ron took some poking from Hermione before he was completely awake, but once he was, there was no stopping him. "Hey Ginny!"

"Hey Ron. What happened this time," she asked sarcastically, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Almost the entire weekend," Hermione said, taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

It was kinda depressing for Ginny to realize that she had spent her entire weekend sleeping. Especially when she was looking forward to spending it with Hermione. "Oh."

"But, don't worry Ginny. We'll have all of next weekend to hang out together. It's not like school ends tomorrow." Hermione was trying to stay positive. She knew that Ginny had been looking forward to the Hogsmead trip ever since she made Hermione promise to go shopping with her. And now, she had just slept through it.

"Unfortunately, Miss Granger," Madame Pomfrey said, "until we figure out why Miss Weasley here is having these 'flash backs,' so to speak, she won't be doing anything strenuous."

Ginny wasn't exactly sure what activities qualified as strenuous, but she certainly didn't like the idea of having to be 'figured out.' "How long will it take?"

"We can't be sure, but until then you will have to stay here. Another outbreak, like the one you had in your Potions class, could end up with people being injured."

"Injured?" Ginny was confused, "What exactly happened?"

"It seems that you started yelling at Professor Snape, and then broke into hysterics. You had everyone in the room, including Professor Snape, scarred."

"But really Madame Pomfrey," she said, "Staying here? How will I keep up with my lessons and assignments?" panic suddenly swept over Ginny as she continued ranting, "What about the O.W.L.S.? How will I stay ontop of my studying from inside the Hospital Wing?"

"Well, we'll just have to see how it goes."

"Ummm. This isn't fair." Ginny looked to Harry for sympathy. "How come I'm the only one getting flashes? You were there, too."

"I don't know Gin, but something tells me that Madame Pomfrey is going to be studying me, too." Harry tried to cheer her up, "Hey," he said "at least it will be another thing we get to do together!"

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A/N: Not to put a damper on your day, but I may not be able to post tomorrow....Sad, I know, but I'm supposed to help paint the house tomorrow. FUN! Or not. But, I'll try. At least I didn't leave you at a cliff hanger...then I could understand a whole bunch of flaming snizzles. Oh, and for those of you whole were wondering, I went to see "Fiddler On the Roof" yesterday. That's all I gots ta say.....except...SNIZZLE!!! SNIZZLE!!! SNIZZLE!!!