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I'm sorry if I haven't really gotten the story going, but hey, I'm only 14, and I can read anglo-saxon, what do you expect? But I'll really try to make this chapter very PLOTFUL and INTERESTING. By the way, I have sunburn, and a shirt that says 'bebe' on it; does anyone know how to pronounce that? Review and tell me!
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We find our heroine on her way to breakfast. She was trying to go quickly so she wouldn't have to think about the events of the previous night. Sure it had seemed all fine and dandy when it was happening, but now that she thought about it, she wished she hadn't gone at all. She hadn't returned Colin's camera yet because she was confused about the whole opening it part, she wasn't sure if it was okay to ask him for help or not…

"Hey Gin!" Harry waved to Ginny from the end off the hall as he ran to catch up with her.

"Allo, Harry, fancy seeing you here" She joked.

"What can I say? I just love eating food that house elves have slaved over for hours while I slept in my nice warm bed" Harry was directing his words to Hermione who was storming past them.

"Think that's funny, do you?" she asked, her jaw clenched.

"A bit." He said casually.

Ginny hadn't told him about her current condition, which they were now conveniently blaming it on birth control pills, poor Harry didn't know even see it coming, Hermione would have Flippendoed him to the dark side of the moon if a teacher hadn't stopped her.

McGonagall was outraged, "Granger! Stop that at once and come with me!" she grabbed the back of her robes and nearly dragged her from the scene, but not before pointing at the two nearest people and commanding them to take Harry's limp body up to the Hospital wing.

She picked the worst pair, but conveniently because the story is about them. Ginny and Draco.

Draco grunted and kicked Harry's head before grabbing his arms, "Get his fucking legs, Weasel."

Ginny did what she was told; she wasn't in the mood for another argument.

"What happened?"

"Plot hole thing."

"Oh. So soon?"

"It's the third fucking chapter."

"Language, Weaslette, language"

"Anyways."

"Yea. He was poking fun at Hermione's S.P.E.W. thing."

"That sucks."

"What does?"

"Now I can't shit around with her."

"You're afraid of her?"

"I don't like getting beat around."

"Oh, did you see what she did to Lavender?"

Yea, poor little bitch."

Realizing they were conversing normally, they immediately stopped and gave each other dirty looks.

They made their way up to the infirmary without speaking. Well, Ginny did have to yell at Draco for purposely trying to drop Harry, but for the most part they didn't speak.

After they dropped Harry off (literally, Draco dropped Harry on the ground outside the hospital wing) Ginny ran back down the breakfast for a bit of whatever was left with Draco at her heels purposely trying to step on them. She grabbed some toast and ran back to her common room to finish her Charms essay (three feet, honestly!).(In the Hospital Wing)

Harry was just coming around when he noticed a large blob above him, "Whassa?" he muttered stupidly.

"Harry?" A voice sounded from above him.

"Cho?"

"Yea, I just um... wondered if you were alright"

Harry slowly sat up, he was seeing more clearly now but still groped around for his glasses, and could see that Cho looked a bit embarrassed, "You're not out yet?"

"I was just leaving when they brought you in."

"Oh, thanks."

And they continued to talk for a bit until finally Harry gathered enough courage to say "Cho, there's a trip to Hogsmeade coming up, would um, like to go with me?"

Cho looked slightly shocked, but gave a cute smile and said, "I'd like that."

And then Madam Pomfrey decided there was too much fooly cooly going on and kicked Cho out.

"Hermione..." Ron said tentavley.

"WHAT!?" Hermione snapped.

"Well, I was just um... wondering, if you're feeling all right, you've been a bit... off. Lately, that is."

Ron was seated at the end of the couch while Hermione laid her head in the middle and propped her legs up on the other side. Both were doing homework in front of the fire.

"I don't know what you are talking about!"

"You nearly gave Harry a concussion!"

"He deserved it," she said shortly.

"Well..."

"Shut up, you'll be next."

With that, Ron went back to his Herbology homework.

Harry had just got out of the hospital wing, he would have stayed the night to stay away from Hermione, but he felt it was his duty to protect Ron. He was just entering the common room when he spotted Ginny trying to teach Eaun how to use the Shoe Tying Charm, but he accidentally tied his shoes together and fell on his face and broke his nose. Hermione scolded him with a bunch of nasty words and stomped out with him to the hospital wing. Seeing this as his chance to help her, he went to talk with Ron.

"Ron, you've still got that Whillybig thing, right?"

"Well, yea."

"I say we give some to Hermione, loosen her up a bit, ya dig?"

"Dig?"

"Yes, do you dig?"

"No, I do not dig."

"Why not?"

"Because we were talking about the whillybig and I haven't got a shovel."

"Oh."

Silence.

"But what were you saying about Hermione?"

"We should give her a bit to make her feel not as... bitchy."

Readers: gasp Can he say that? I don't think he can say that! Can Harry Potter say 'bitchy'?

Mark Lawyer Man: Yes, because Marge said 'bitch', Harry can say 'bitchy'.

The story goes on.

"Excellent idea, where is she?!"

"Taking a kid to the hospital wing."

"Harry..."

"Yea."

"I just got a marvelous idea."

BWAHAHAHA

"Ginny, can you pass the toast?" Hermione asked politely.

"Umm... sure?" Ginny obviously passed her the toast.

"It's a marvelous day out, isn't it?

"Well, yes."

"You don't seem very happy today, what's your posh?"

"Um, you just seem... happy, and it's sort of.... different."

"Oh, I just don't know, I feel wonderful!" she sighed.

Harry and Ron sniggered at the end of the table, they had no idea how much of an effect the Whillybig would have on Hermione. It was a grand relief not to have to worry about her spazzing out again.

((Days Later.))

"Blaise, can we talk?" Draco sat down next to her in the library where she had been studying for hours.

"About what?"

"Well, what happened the other day."

"I think I made myself clear, until you break it off with Pansy, we can't be together." She said crisply as she took some notes.

"But..."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Blaise, you aren't being reasonable!"

"Good day, Draco."

"Blaise!"

"GOOD DAY, DRACO!"

Draco left the library in a huff. He had tears in his eyes, and he was trying to hide them from himself. In his battle he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Ginny.

"What are you doing here?" he said through clenched teeth.

"Walking, how about you?" She said in a sing-song voice that made him want to punch her.

"Shut up, Weasel."

Ginny saw he was crying, she wondered if it was about Blaise, "Draco, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!"

"Does someone need a hug?" She smiled cheekily up at him.

"I do not need a hug from you."

"I think you do!"

"I do-" suddenly he was hugged. He couldn't help but think 'Wow, she smells good...'

"Feel better?"

"Maybe." he said would-be-sharply.

"I think you do!"

"What's put you in such a great mood anyway, Weasel?"

"You're lovely face."

"I wish" he sighed.

"You need a pick-me-up!"

"A what? I could really use Jell-O shots..."

"No not those, follow me." She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up five flights of stairs and down three halls he barely recognized. The stopped in front of a portrait of a small witch with a beanie hat on, 'In the spirit of things!' she yelled to them when Draco asked/sneered about it.

"CooCooCachoo" Ginny said. It must have been the password because the portrait swung open revealing a single table with two large plush chairs turned to the fire behind them.

"How much?" The chair on the right said.

"Just one." Ginny replied.

"One what?" Draco asked, confused.

"A shot."

"I thought you said they didn't have Jell-O..."

The chair on the left turned around, Ron Weasley sat in it. He got up and tapped his wand on a beam that was holding up a long curtain across the back of the wall.

"What's behind that curtain?" Draco asked nervously.

"Nothin' of your concern, Draco." Ron said a he pulled out a needle, obviously not registering who he was talking to, until "DRACO?! You brought him here?!"

"Yes." Ginny nodded enthusiastically.

"I'm not giving any to him!" Ron stamped his foot.

"He's a paying customer." Said the remaining chair.

"But-"

"Just give it to him, Ron!" Ginny put on an eager face.

"Give me WHAT?!" Draco was looking as confused as ever.

"I'll be needing a Sickle" Ron said sharply.

"No." he responded flatly.

"Oh, c'mon, it's great!"

"What is it?"

"It's a shot!" Ron told him.

Draco took a sickle from his pocket, with a look of confusion still on his face. "Fine."

"Now hold still."

Ginny, seeing the look of fear on his face, decided to hold his hand. She obviously wouldn't do something like that normally, but she had just received a hit about an hour ago and was full of happy snappy. How they got such a strong formula was beyond her, but she thought it had something to do with the recent break-in to the Restricted Section of the library.

"Ouch!" Ron had purposely jammed the needle into Draco's arm, causing a very tight squeeze to Ginny's hand.

"K, done." Ron threw the needle into a bin and pushed Draco and Ginny out of the room.

Distantly they heard, "Man, he was totally clueless. You'd think he'd done these tons of times.

But they couldn't be bothered by that, they were having much too much fun tripping down stairs. Ginny couldn't believe how much fun Draco could be when he wasn't being an ass. They were like... 'bonding', sort of.

"Wow! Look at that picture!" He yelled as he pointed up and down, or he pointed and was jumping up and down at the same time.

"What of it?" Ginny thought it looked like a penis, but she wasn't quite sure.

"It's a PENIS!" He whispered in her ear and fell onto the floor giggling.

Ginny couldn't help herself; she too was on the floor, but not giggling.

Draco suddenly stopped giggling. He opened his eyes to find Ginny's lips on his, but his weren't rejecting hers. No, they were actually quite enjoying themselves.

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