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A/N: Well well well… I had to skip parts of the flashback. I didn't want to leave you people in breathless anticipation.

I hope the story isn't boring you yet!

The competition was fierce. The competitors were of different ages and they were very skilful. Allegiances were forged while

Ginny was there. Many tears and blood were shed, and they had their fair share of quarrels. But it was a memorable

experience. She had made friends who would last her a lifetime.

It was finally the last event. The event which would determine the winner. Ginny gulped and looked over at the crowds in the

stands. She could make out her entire family, along with her fellow classmates, who had been excused from school to cheer

her on, Harry and Hermione who were holding hands, smiling happily. Her excited breathing steadied. She knew she would

get through this.

She could still remember her mother's anguish face when she had announced her confirmation of acceptance into the

competition. "GINNY WEASLEY! HAS IT EVER CROSSED YOUR MIND TO ASK FOR PERMISSION BEFORE

JOINING SUCH A DANGEROUS EVENT!" Her mother's voice had reputedly, been magnified throughout the entire

school through the howler she had sent. Ginny smiled at the memory. Despite the angry protests, her mother had still came to

support her and it meant the world to Ginny. She glanced at her opponent and grinned. This was the first time two girls had

made it into the final rounds. Ashley was an American and she was tall and thin, with beautiful long blond hair which framed

her face and hung down her back. She was voted one of the most sexiest witches in the newspaper poll. Ashley caught

Ginny's eyes and winked back at her.

A loud, booming voice sounded throughout the stadium. "WE NOW HAVE THE LAST TWO CONTESTANTS! OUR

LAST AND FINAL ROUND WILL BE ONE WHICH GOES DOWN IN THE HISTORY OF MAGIC! NEVER HAS

THIS BEEN SEEN AND THIS IS THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME IT WILL BE DONE! OUR CONTESTANTS

WILL HAVE TO FIGHT OFF AN ARMY OF----" The voice paused for dramatic effect. "DE-MEN-TORS!!!!" Gasps

of disbelieve ran through the crowds. Harry as well as Ginny's father and brothers had jumped to their feet, shouting in

protest but were not able to penetrate through the shield separating the crowds from the arena. Hermione had her arms

around a ballistic Mrs Weasley, who had tears running down her face while the rest of her classmates had joined Harry and

the rest's efforts to break down the shield.

Ginny felt cold run through her feet. Her mind started to grow blank as she felt life seeping away from her. She looked up and

was greeted by a herd of robe donned Dementors, flying over head. Ashley had already fallen. Ginny shook her head.

Images of her crying over Percy's decision to leave the family; her dead mice; Harry's near death encounter with Lord

Voldemort flooded her head. She found herself crying without realising. Her surroundings started growing hazy. The

Dementors had descended onto her. She felt light. Her eyes closed. An image of Professor Snape suddenly exploded into

her mind. The feeling of sheer delight she had felt when they came together pushed its way through her veins. The touch of his

skin on hers was so comforting. She opened her eyes and stood up. "EXPECTO PATRONOUM!!!!!!" She raised her

wand skywards and a silvery ocean erupted from her wand, forming a shield between the Dementors and the entire stadium.

They were pushed so far back, she had to squint to see them as they floated away into the night sky. The silvery shield slowly

subsided and evaporated into the air.

Ginny fell to her feet, thoroughly exhausted. SHE HAD DONE IT! Thunderous applause shook the stadium. "OUR

YOUNGEST CONTESTANT HAS WON!!!!!!!!" This announcement brought tears to her eyes as she slipped into

unconsciousness.

He looked on at her sleeping face. The hospital wing was bathed in light but the corridors outside was busy with activity. He

never liked coming to St. Mungo's. It reminded him too much of his childhood. How he had spent endless nights waiting for

the healers to patch his father so he could bring him home. It was no use though. His father would go out, get drunk and get

into fights the moment they returned from the hospital. His mother and older sister were no better. His mother consumed

alcohol by the gallons inside her bedroom and only emerged to hit him or his sister. His sister, consumed by hatred had

jeered him relentlessly. She was a squib but managed to be more superior in ways by making him feel worthless with well

chosen words.

He had always chosen the life of a loner. Until she had come and turn his life upside down. He didn't know if he loved her or

not. She was just a comforting change from the loneliness he was so used to. She didn't demand. She never made a fuss. She

didn't do what his mother and sister used to do. He laid his hand on her breast and felt himself grow stiff. She had that effect

on him. She turned slightly in her sleep and her hand covered his.

"I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow morning, Professor Snape." Her voice was a gentle breeze as she lay in his arms. They were

lying naked, swathed in sheets on his bed. It was her last night in Hogwarts. Her last night as a student. Her Auror training

was going to commence immediately the following day and she had to apparate to Paris. He looked down into her eyes. He

couldn't find the words to say to her. She knew. "I don't want you to say anything. I had fun, while it lasted." She smiled and

rubbed herself against him. Although he couldn't find the words to describe his feelings, his body responded well enough as

they disappeared into each others arms.

A/N: The next part of the flashback brings us to Paris, the city of Love. Professor Snape is left at Hogwarts as Ginny explores new frontiers. It's goodbye, isn't it? Read on to find out!