A/N: This is, again, for my Grinchy who is still debating over who Harry should be…(inside joke)…901374r70173847y-137847a90-714n or 013247j304957o04307916s3475h…happy debating Grinchy!

When Ginny found Fransisca, there was a whirlwind of shrieking and "OMIGOD"s. Fransisca immediately took action on what Ginny was to wear.

"I brought dress robes just in case of emergency, and trust me, this is an emergency! I have pink and blue." Fransisca told Ginny, who was pretty red in the face.

They both decided, after many a minute, that Ginny looked best in the blue dress robes. They were a bit plainer than the pink, which had garish sparkles and studs scattered all over it. It was just a flowing blue material, and the color suited Ginny's red hair perfectly.

"But I don't know…should I wear dress robes? I don't want to scare him off." Ginny said, looking at her reflection.

"You know…you have a point. No worries, though, I brought some cute muggle clothes." Fransisca said, diving into her trunk.

She emerged with a knee-length kakhi skirt with cargo pockets, and a long sleeved, emerald green shirt. Ginny eagerly put them on. The shirt was a bit form-fitting, but Ginny liked the way she looked. Fransisca also put a bit of muggle gunk on her cheeks, eyelids, and lips. Then Fransisca whipped her wand at Ginny's hair, which wound itself into a cute, curly bun.

"I think we went a little too far with the hair and the gunky face stuff." Ginny said.

Fransisca frowned, "Yeah, but you look good, there's no denying that."

Ginny undid her hair and wiped off her makeup. She still looked good, so it didn't matter. And if Harry had liked her before, he'd sure like her now.

"Jiminy Crickets, Ginny, it's six-forty. You better get going." Fransisca said, pushing her out of the girl's dormitory.

Ginny walked slowly out of the castle and onto the grounds. She didn't want to get there before Harry and have him think she was desperate. That was the last thing she wanted.

"Hey Ginny." Harry said, smiling, emerging from the shadows.

"Hey, what's up?" Ginny asked, blushing as he hugged her.

"Nothing much. Just thinking…" Harry sighed.

"Mind telling me what about?" Ginny asked.

"No. I was thinking about you." he said.

"Really?" she asked, grinning.

"Really. Ginny, I know I ignored you and stuff before now, but…some things change. I like you a lot." Harry told her earnestly.

"I-I like you too, Harry. But I guess you knew that already." she laughed.

"I'm glad." Harry said, laughing with her.

"So…" Ginny exhaled.

"Yeah. So, what are you doing weekend after next? It's the first Hogsmeade weekend and I wondered if you'd like to join me for some butterbeer?" Harry inquired.

"I'd love to." Ginny said, trying not to blush. Nevertheless, she felt her cheeks burn.

"Cool. Well I have loads of homework to do, so I'll see you later." Harry said.

Ginny was about to say goodbye when Harry bent down and kissed her cheek. Then she was too stunned to say anything. She just stayed where she was, stuck on the ground.

"Bye." she whispered.

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"Oh Ginny…" Fransisca's voice taunted.

Ginny looked up. She had drifted off in the middle of Professor Binn's lecture about goblin rebellions. She couldn't believe that anyone had lasted through this until their fifth year.

"What?" Ginny asked, yawning.

"You okay? You look kinda pale." Fransisca said, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Fine."

The truth was, Ginny did not feel fine. She felt as though she should, as Harry had asked her if she would be his girlfriend the day before. They were officially going out now. The Hogsmeade weekend had gone extremely well. But lately she'd been feeling exhausted. She'd been trying to keep up with everyone, but it seemed as if she were overworking herself by just doing her homework.

Simple things like paying attention in class made her feel drained. Then there were the bruises. They had started sprouting up on her legs and arms, from nowhere. She was thankful for the long robes she wore, as they hid her awful spots. But she was confused as to how she had acquired such nasty bruises when she could barely get out of bed each morning.

Every night before falling asleep, it felt as if all of her bones were deteriorating. The only time she felt okay was when she was with Harry. They could be seen walking down the hall together, hand in hand. Though lately, Harry had taken to putting his arm around her shoulders. At first she'd blushed, but now she was used to it.

"Ms. Woozle, if you'd be so kind as to not speak when I am trying to teach."

"Sorry professor." Ginny yawned.

The bell rang and Ginny slowly made her way to the door to leave class. The day was finally over, except for the mountain of homework she had to do. Okay, so it was only two essays that were due in two weeks, but it seemed like a mountain to Ginny, who felt extremely overwhelmed.

Her spirits lifted when Harry came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled and rested her head against him.

"Tough lesson?" he asked.

"Yeah." Ginny said.

"Are you feeling okay? You look like you could use a vacation." Harry told her.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Ginny tried to say, but no words came out, she just felt her legs give away, as if they could not support her weight anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she went unconscious and fell to the floor.