Hi everyone! I'm am SO Sorry for not updating last week, I got no angry messages shouting at me so I suppose you all found something else to read, I just completely forgot what day it was and then I just couldn't be bothered. I hope this is a good enough chapter to make up for my week away, enjoy!
Lessons
A thrill settled over Harry as he settled down into his seat next to Ginny for his first lesson as a seventh year and also, his first lesson with Ginny by his side.
'Welcome to your first lesson of potions at NEWT level,' Slughorn began; with a flourish of his wand, instructions began to write them selves on the chalkboard. 'Now, turn to page 394 and begin to make the draught of living dead potion, just to recap.'
The whole class set to work. After the heavy losses of the war and the fact that not many students wanted to take potions at NEWT level the class was fairly empty and consisted of Harry, Ginny, Ron, a few slytherin's and a Hufflepuff girl.
Though Harry no longer had the half blood prince's-or rather Snape's- potion book he had spent the summer looking through ancient books and scrolls, some of which could only be found in the potter household and so, he had no problem with a now seemingly simple potion.
'I say Harry!' Slughorn exclaimed as he walked past to see him and Ginny were way ahead of the other students in class, 'You seem to have gotten even better than I remember, I would have thought a year out defeating you-know-who would have made you a little rusty.' He then looked over at Ginny's cauldron, 'I say! You too Miss Weasley, you seem to be spending your time with Mr Potter wisely.' The old man walked away with satisfied muttering. By the end of the class Harry and Ginny had completed their potion with time to spare. Ron, who had tried his best to mimic his friend's actions had failed miserably and had ended the lesson with a potion that looked nothing like what it was supposed to. The old man saw them out of the classroom and Ron ran off muttering something about catching Hermione before she got to muggle studies.
Harry and Ginny walked up toward Gryffindor common room, hand in hand, to enjoy their free period before lunch.
Harry guided Ginny though the halls with expert navigation- of course he knew his way around better than anyone other than Ron and Hermione, thanks to his sneaking out at night and use of the map- Ginny really needed to study that map. Taking another shortcut the pair paused. They were in the shortcut behind the tapestry of which Ron and Harry had found Dean and Ginny kissing behind back in Harry's fifth year, right after Quidditch practice.
'Well this is awkward…' Ginny mumbled.
'I'll say… You know when I… We… Ron and I… caught you kissing… Dean… That was when I realised I had feelings for you… It just took me awhile to actually realise and then even longer to do anything,' Harry stuttered, scuffing the ground with his foot.
'Funny,' Ginny whispered.
'What?' Harry asked nervously.
'That was the moment I realised I was /everything/ but over you and that my school girl crush was back with a vengeance.'
They both laughed as they just stood there behind the tapestry for a while then their lips met for a second.
Images of Ron bursting in on them flashed behind Ginny's eyes and she quickly pulled away from the kiss.
'Thinking of Ron bursting in on us?' Harry chuckled. Ginny nodded. 'I don't think he'd act quite as bad this time.'
'What makes you so sure?'
'Well for one he now has Hermione,' Harry said, Ginny laughed at that, 'and another thing, he doesn't hate me.'
'For now,' Ginny joked.
The couple left the tapestry, laughing with their fingers entwined until they reached the portrait of the fat lady.
'Password?'
Harry sighed, 'Harry Potter,' the prefect of this year was clearly obsessed with the chosen one and the fact that Harry had now killed Voldemort. Luckily, most of Gryffindor tower had now laid off Harry and his friends whilst they sat in the common room. That might have had something to do with Ginny's now all too famous bat bogey hex.
'Correct,' the fat lady sang.
The pair was ambushed by a crowd of hopeful thirds years as they entered the common room. Apparently the power and flair with which Ginny used the bat bogey hex hadn't quite settled into their little brains yet.
'Please, Harry, I just want your autograph, you too Ginny, please?' a little third year girl with curly brown hair and big brown eyes asked in a prominent london accent.
'Go on Harry; tell us about how you did it!' A small northern boy shouted. At that comment the crowd converged on the pair, all screaming out requests of details and autographs.
'OI!' Ginny shouted to get their attention and then in a calm, quiet but deathly threatening voice continued to say, 'If you all don't back off in the next three seconds and let us go sit down in peace I'll have the insides of your nose attacking you faster than you can say Merlin's saggy left…'
'Alright, Gin' they get the picture, thanks,' Harry laughed, taking her hand and pulling her to their corner.
Seamus came warily up to them with his hands slightly raised in defence.
'Hey Seamus,' Harry smiled.
'Yer not gonna make me own snots attack me are ya'?' he asked Ginny in his strong irish accent.
'Not if you don't give me reason to,' Ginny replied with an angelic smile.
'Hey I just wanna talk,' Seamus laughed nervously.
'Talk then,' Harry laughed.
'So what was last year like?' he asked with such sincere interest. It wasn't like the people who had never been friends with Harry or the reporters who just wanted juicy gossip, Seamus really wanted to know.
'It was hell, Seamus, to be quite honest I don't feel much like talking about it,' Harry sighed.
'It's okay, I... I get it…' Seamus muttered then got up and left.
Just then Ron came through the porthole with Fred on his tail.
'Hey Ron!' Harry called.
'Hey Harry, Ginny,' Ron replied, slumping onto a chair heavily and glaring at Fred.
'Fred maybe you should stop harassing Ron for a little,' Ginny smiled.
'Well I can't very well harass you; you'll find a way of bat bogeying me even though I'm dead!'
'That's very true,' Ginny grinned.
'Can you do that to him on my account?' Ron begged.
'No way, I'm enjoying this,' Ginny chuckled then snuggled into Harry to watch the show.
'Defence against the dark arts next,' Ron commented, trying to ignore the Bertie Botts beans being pinged off of his head, 'Who do you think will be the new teacher?'
Harry and Ginny shared another knowing look. 'I don't know Ron,' Harry shrugged.
'One can only guess,' Ginny added.
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