Urgh well it looks like I tore my MCL n I might hav 2 get surgery soI decided since I hav no time 2 update I would form a collection of my 5 fav fics! This 1st 1 is by In The Name Of Reading (I guess its #11!) and is posted on Sugar Quill. Its kinda long but well worth the time. I didn't write n e of these I barrowed em and all props go to the original author!

disclaimer: ::crosses fingers:: … ::sigh:: nope I guess not! !

Prologue:

Sizzling, bubbling, foaming at the edges. Two identical redheads standing above a cauldron with anxiously excited hopeful looks adorning their faces. Suddenly a 'BANG!' like a firecracker went off and the two twins peered into the cauldron then reach they're hands in greedily to see how their latest invention has turned out.

Standing up with the delicate item between them, the twins stared in awe. There it was. Their baby project. Both standing in the firelight, hair glinting from the reflections of the fire heating the cauldron, mad grins plastered on their faces; it was a truly eerie sight.

"We've done it!"

"Of course we have! You didn't doubt our genius did you?"

"Why dear brother of course not!"

"Good. Now all we need to do is test it!"

The devilish grins the twins now wore over shadowed the ones they wore previously and if anyone were to see them they would hope beyond hope they were not to be the victims of Fred and George Weasley's latest invention.

Though for this item some might want to be the victim…

Christmas holidays had just begun. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's still attending Hogwarts were sitting in the common room instead of at The Burrow as previously arranged. Because of the heightened danger of an attack by Lord Voldemort; two thoughts that had brought down the spirits of everyone especially an emerald eyed boy.

His hands were cold but my skin burned. I looked deep into his eyes and was lost in deep pools of his engaging eyes; the windows to his soul. I could read them perfectly or I thought I could, but my brain was so muddled I wouldn't be surprised if I was wrong. Every nerve was on fire and his touch was magnified ten-fold. I could feel his body pressed against mine, felt his warm breath on my cheek, his hands running through my hair, but all I could look at was his eyes. He started to lean in-

"ERRR!" Ginny Weasley threw down her quill in frustration. She was depressed and writing this did not help her mood one bit, but she couldn't help it, she loved to write and this seemed to be the only thing that could possibly enter her brain. She felt like an idiot, a 'scarlet woman' as her mother called them. She looked up and scanned the room her eyes resting on the raven-haired boy.

How much he has changed over the five years she had known of him. Of course she had known of him before, everyone had. But not known him like her brother and Hermione did. The events of last year had changed him, but he was slowly getting over it. His eyes were no longer etched with pain, sadness and worry but now back to the way they were. He is more cautious than he was before. And his marks now beat Hermione's in Defense against the Dark Arts class. As he has (lets say) more of a motivation to study the subject and could probably rival a seventh year in knowledge about hexes, curse, blocking spells and the affects of dark arts spells among many other things. A fact that has Hermione trying to get her grade even higher than it is now. Though it is his physical appearance that has changed the most. For starters his hair once jet-black, now has a few flecks of brown in it. He is now taller than Ron; a feat thought impossible by most people. It makes Hermione look like a bug in comparison. He has a smile that makes girls swoon on the spot and I am no longer the only girl who stutters in his presence. He has become the school heartthrob; a fact he is oblivious to. He moved, I diverted my eyes to scan the rest of the room.

There on opposite ends of a couch are Ron and Hermione glaring at each other; neither has apologized over the row they had this morning and it may take awhile before it all simmers down; Fred and George have a bet on who will apologize first. The row is about something so trivial that it makes me laugh. It's all about Hermione's hair of all the stupid things. See, she worked on it for hours trying to make it all silky and smooth. Even though Ron and Hermione have been going out since the summer, he still forgets she is a girl and occasionally likes to pamper herself. Well she comes down stairs and he's all like "what'd you change your hair for?" and of course Hermione says, "What's wrong with it, don't you like it?" "Of course I do, it's gorgeous." " Are you saying you didn't like it before?" "No, I'm just saying…" and so on and so forth and now they aren't talking to each other.

Their glares and occasional snide comments are giving me a headache, so I turned to look at Fred and George to see them looking straight back at me with peculiar expressions on their faces. I'm a little suspicious because you never know what could be happening with those two.

I look back down at my unfinished story. I don't know whom it's about (though I have a pretty good idea) only what it's about. I don't know what else to write, I pick up my quill and suck on it pondering what to write.

'Hmm" I think 'that's rather good,' low and behold I can't stop sucking on it. I panic. Suddenly there is a hoot from Fred and George. They start laughing saying, "it worked! It worked!" I had fallen for one of their pranks! They must have switched my quill! I wonder what this is. I've never heard of a quill a person can't stop sucking on.

They come over to me. "Hey Gin! Whatcha up to?"

I open my mouth, try to pull out the quill but am unable to. I try to talk, but all that comes out is, "fkgsh dgfiue."

More laughter, Oh I'm going to kill them!

Ron, Harry and Hermione come to see what's wrong. Harry asks, "what's wrong with Ginny?"

In-between peals of laughter the twins explain their latest invention. "As you can see our darling sister has a 'Sweetest Things Sugarquill stuck in her mouth."

"A what?"

"It's our new invention. We created them in the summer and we've been waiting for someone to test this on. We were thinking of giving one to Hermione to try but she might lose her temper and hex us. Anyway the sugarquills never run out and you can't stop sucking on them until you've found your own 'sweetest thing' and taste it. Each person's is different so it's a mystery that has to be solved-"

"I've heard of this sort of thing, it's a variation of the 'Sweetanie' curse. You have to try many sweet things until-"

"You've found the one for you and then you can stop sucking on it; it's the only way to remove it. Good idea eh, thought of it myself."

"And I thought of using it with suqarquills!"

Ron started laughing and Harry couldn't help but crack a reluctant smile.

Hermione didn't laugh. She got mad and started yelling at the twins; a fact that made me happy because I couldn't do so myself, but the twins could rest assured that they would get it worse from me.

"So brainiacs did you think through how your going to get Ginny to taste sweet stuff if there is a quill stuck in her mouth?"

"That's the beauty of it. The quill will allow itself to be removed from the person's mouth just long enough for the sweet thing to be tested. But if it's any consolation, they taste good and they won't make you sick."

Smoke was practically emanating from Hermione's ears. "And how would you know, have you tried them?!"

Fred and George shuffled from one foot to the other, "not really, no."

"Exactly, so how would you know what they taste like?"

An argument was started, insults were hurled back and forth while I still had this thing in my mouth.

Harry was fed up, he could tell Ginny was too; a fact which made him angry indeed. "Enough! Lets just get that out of Ginny's mouth, the longer it's in the more mad she'll get."

"Your right Harry," Hermione said.

Fred, George and Ron suddenly had identical looks of glee on their faces.

"Your right of course, how about we try a Canary Cream? You like them don't you Gin?"

She shook her head "no" but Fred raced upstairs to get his and George's private stores.

George took out a Canary Cream and sent it towards Ginny's mouth. The quill flew out then right back in and with a 'pop' where once sat Ginny Weasley was a gorgeous angry canary with a sugarquill stuck in its beak.

More things were shoved in her mouth and she got more and more frustrated with every candy much to the hilarity of her brothers. She was forced to eat Toothflossing Stringmints ("hey Gin at least your teeth will be cleaned, they really could use it they're getting kinda gross!" That remark caused George to get a kick in the pants.). Exploding Bon Bons (a repayment for the kick). Levitating Sherbet Balls, Pepper Imps (a bonus because she set George's hair on fire), Ice Mice, Peppermint Creams, Peppermint Humbugs, Treacle Tart, Treacle Fudge, Droobles Best Blowing Gumand because of Hermione an assortment of chocolate and toffees. It was after a few nasty flavors of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Cockroach Clusters and just as Ron was about to give an angrily, crying Ginny a Bloodpop Harry told everyone to stop.

"…and I mean it! This is ridiculous, look at her. You're just making it worse. She's a good person I'd say, 'have at 'er' if it was Malfoy but it's not. This is Ginny: your smart, attractive little sister!"

Realizing he had said too much he went very red (as did Ginny) and said…

"What I mean is, now that you've had your fun and it's time to sit down and think: what is it that Ginny would consider 'sweet?' Hermione you're a girl you should know."

It wasn't enough to stop the eventual teasing but it worked for now, though it did wined Hermione up.

"So you think that just because I'm a girl I would know these thing? It may come as a shock to you but-"

Harry who didn't want to fight with Hermione at the present time decided to rephrase what he said.

"What I meant was that the sweetest thing I've ever tasted was victory but girls may think differently about these things. I wasn't trying to be chauvinistic. Could you tell us what the sweetest thing you ever tasted was? It might give us an idea as to what might help Ginny."

Hermione went red, "It was um…"

"You know what detective Harry? I bet" George shuddered," that it was our dear little brother's lips," he said teasingly.

Both Ron and Hermione flushed, "as a matter of fact your right." Said Hermione with as much dignity as she could muster.

"Really?"

"Yes Ron, really," she said not looking at him.

Ron tipped her face up so that she was forced to look him in the eye. "You're the sweetest thing I've tasted too and I'm sorry about earlier, it's just your always beautiful to me no matter what your hair looks like"

"Oh Ron," she kissed him.

Everyone went, "ewww," except for Fred who exclaimed, "that's five galleons you owe me George! I said Ron would apologize fir-"

I stamped my foot, I still after all had a sugarquill stuck in my mouth.

"Oh my god!!! I just remembered something!"

"Wow! Give her a medal Fred." George said sarcasticly.

"Shut up!" Ron said defensively.

"Shut up the both of you! This is important! Did you guys read the fine print when you decided to use this curse?!" Hermione was practically in tears of worry.

"No Herm, why? What's wrong? Calm down."

"Oh my! That's it! You can never use these quills again!"

"Why not? It was a good invention!"

"Because, if you don't find out what that person's 'sweetest thing' is there are horrible after affects such as forever being unable to be happy and if we can't get the quill out of her mouth soon it will be there till she dies!"

"What?! That can't be, I mean… well how long have we got?"

"At most five hours!"

I sat down, I couldn't think properly: stuck like this forever? I started to cry.

"Don't worry Gin, we'll find something," Fred looked to his twin for help.

"Ya! And Gin just imagine you'd be the talk of the school!"

I started crying harder.

"You idiot! Don't worry Gin, we're going to scourer the school, we still have three and a half hours left!"

So everyone but Ginny left the common room in search for candy.

Half an hour till deadline:

They had all come back with armloads of sweets but none worked we all felt defeated and Fred and George were feeling incredibly guilty.

"You know what guys? I don't think its candy that a person considers they're 'sweetest thing'.

"So do you reckon someone should kiss Ginny?" Said George too innocently.

"Of course dear brother, but who?" said Fred with mock innocence.

"Don't look at me! She's my sister!" Ron said, holding Hermione in his arms with a goofy grin on his face.

"Well count us out, we're her brothers too."

"That only leaves Harry."

I went instantly red. Kiss Harry? I couldn't! I mean that was Harry Potter! He wouldn't kiss me!

"But Fred I can't! I mean it's Ginny-"

I thought you wanted to cure Ginny?" cut in George.

"I do. But we're not sure it will work anyway." He was now starting to look very nervous and uncomfortable.

"We still have to try, it's our only hope. Plus Gin has a crush on you, she wont mind." He added the last part nastily, the bugger!

I blushed, so did Harry. Oh I am going to kill my brothers, I'll never live this down. Harry doesn't want to kiss me and if he does kiss me it will be from obligation not because he want-"

"Okay I'll do it."

Oh god he's going to kiss me, what if he thinks I'm bad? I hope it's just a peck. Wait! No I don't! I've been dreaming of him kissing me for four years. Of course I never thought that these would be the circumstances but well - oh god here he comes.

He was standing right in front me and his head was leaning in. I closed my eyes; I couldn't look.

"Oh and Harry?"

"Yes?" his breath was no longer on my cheek as he had pulled his head up. God why is my heart racing?

"There is nothing sweeter than a kiss with tongue, hands and bodies all in the mix."

I chanced a look at him, he was redder than a radish. Ron and Hermione were giggling/laughing I'm sure I looked like my head was on fire. Kiss Harry like that? He turned his head and looked at me. My breath caught in my chest as our eyes met, I truly saw him for the first time. I swelled with love. I knew I'd never be the same again. We were speaking a secret language. Then his head lowered, I closed my eyes and gasped with pleasure as his lips touched mine, I could feel the energy surge through me like electricity, I could feel his heart beating wildly through his shirt. His kiss was gentle but grew in intensity. Our lips parted searching for more. Like one being we stood there, I had long ago dropped the quill and draped my arms around his neck. It was bliss; Harry and I kissing in a room filled with bluebell coloured bubbles. My stomach was hopping though I don't think it was from the Peppermint Creams, we were like that for eternity which in actuality was only a few minutes when I started hearing the words, "Ginny, oh Ginny," being chanted. Oh please let this not be a dream. I slowly opened my eyes not wanting to in case I was seeing Jasmine in my room, shaking me awake. It wasn't a dream. There was Harry grinning at me, I was still in his arms and I realized it was George calling my name.

"What?" I asked breathlessly. I along with Harry was panting.

"Oh nothing important. I just realized there was a Harry on your face and I though you'd like to know.

Harry looked murderous. I had never wanted to truly hurt one of my brothers until now. I de-tangled myself from Harry's arms and jumped at George. Just as I was about to beat him up, I suddenly heard…

"Miss. Weasley?" It was McGonagle. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing professor."

"Don't lie. I just came in here to tell you that you all missed lunch. And I find you wrestling with your brother! What were you doing during lunch and right now?"

Fred, George and Ron burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" Harry and I both insisted.

McGonagle gave us a knowing look. "Well it doesn't really matter; just don't miss dinner. Though by the looks of things," she looked disdainfully around the candy-littered common room, "you'll spoil your dinner and not want it anyway. Good day to you all." With that she left.

"Professor McGonagle is right, we should eat a proper dinner."

"Look Herm, none of us heard her say anything about having a proper dinner. Did you George?"

"Nope."

"Didn't think so," with that Fred grabbed a chocolate frog and popped it in his mouth.

Ron clearly not thinking said, "hey guys I didn't know you had sugarquills! Are these chocolate flavored?"

"No Ron! Don't!"

It was too late, Ron had put a 'Sweetest Thing Sugarquill' in his mouth.

"ghfkjhgl hfildhrlih!"

Everyone but Ron burst out laughing and in the midst of the laughter Ginny grabbed a cockroach cluster and said, "looks like payback time, eh Ronnikins?"

The End!

Ok the next story (I guess that'd be #12!)!!! This 1 (and the next couple) are from a story called the Harry and Ginny Chronicles by Basil M… I luv them… they make me laugh!

The Harry and Ginny Chronicles

Reading in Bed

Harry Potter was feeling better than he had in months. He was at the Burrow, his second favorite place in the world, and he had just spent several hours playing Quidditch with his favorite friends, excluding Hermione (not because she wasn't one of his favorite friends, but because she wasn't there). He was delightfully tired enough to keep his mind off all the things that had been bugging him: Voldemort, Siriuss death, that damn prophecy...

But none of these things were on Harry's mind; he and Ron, Fred, George, Bill, and Ginny were heading back indoors on a sunny summer Saturday afternoon. He was content. Content enough to forget all his worries, without really thinking about his worries at all.

Except one, whispered a voice in Harry's head.

Stop it, Harry firmly told the voice.

"How about a game of Exploding Snap?" asked Ron. Fred, George, and Bill all begged off, saying they needed to work.

Ginny, who had been rather quiet all afternoon, announced "I'm not feeling too well, I think I'll go lie down a bit."

"Are you ok?" asked Harry, concern swelling in him. Stop it.

"I'll be fine," Ginny told him, giving him a small smile. Harry's knees weakened.

Stop it.

Ginny disappeared up the stairs after her brothers, leaving Ron and Harry alone in the living room.

"Chess?" asked Ron. Harry was about to agree, figuring that after Ron had beat him he could get away with checking on Ginny, when Mrs. Weasley appeared in the room.

"Ron, I need you to clean out the attic," she said rather absentmindedly, looking around the living room, before asking sharply, "Where's Ginny?"

"She went upstairs to lie down. She said she wasn't feeling well," Harry answered.

"Oh, the poor dear," Mrs. Weasley clucked. "Just hold on a minute, Harry, while I make some tea for her, then will you take it up for me?"

"Sure!" said Harry, trying hard not to sound too excited by the prospect, as Ron climbed up to the attic.

"Come in."

Ginny was sitting up in her bed, giggling to herself over a paperback. She looked up at Harry and immediately set the novel on her bed, face down. "Oh, hi, Harry."

"Good book?" he asked. "Your mum sent this up."

"Oh, good," said Ginny, swallowing the tea in practically one gulp.

Harry picked up the book; on the cover was a voluptuous woman with long, wind-tousled hair being ravished by a man in what looked like a pirate's costume. The title read: A Witch's Fantasy. Harry raised his eyebrows. "This isn't Hogwarts required reading," he teased her. Are you sure your mother would approve?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were a bit flushed. Was she blushing? "Probably not; Fleur gave it to me."

Harry examined the cover again. It certainly looked like a steamy book.

Ginny's face was a noticeably darker shade of red. Yes, she definitely was blushing. Harry decided it was a sight he had missed.

Stop it.

"This is funny?" he asked her, recalling her giggles.

"Well, I don't think it's supposed to be. It's just so... cheesy!"

Ginny patted the side of her bed companionably and took the book from Harry. He sat down and watched her leaf through it.

"It's about this witch who finds out she's adopted and goes on a search for her real parents. But the only guy who can help her is her childhood enemy, whom she hates because he once stole her Yorkshire pudding, and they've been fighting ever since for no real reason, kind of like Ron and Hermione. So they go to Germany together in the search, and they're bickering the whole time but it's really because of repressed sexual tension, kind of like Ron and Hermione, and then they get locked in this enchanted castle and—" Ginny took a long breath. "It gets pretty complicated from there."

Harry laughed, and Ginny grinned back at him.

"I'm at the part where they're trying to scrounge up dinner on their first night in the castle—you see, they just found out they have to break this curse before they can escape—but I can't decide if they're going to—well, get together tonight, or kill each other and come back as ghosts to finish the story off."

She turned a few pages and began to read again. Harry scooted closer so he could read over her shoulder, but he was still straining his neck a little. Ginny moved so he could make himself more comfortable. Harry kicked his shoes off and sat fully on her bed, leaning against the pillows. He glanced at her, a little nervous, but she didn't seem to mind; she nudged closer, cuddling against him, sharing the book.

"I hate you, Jon! I hate you so much! I wish I had never laid eyes on you! I hope you die a million deaths and rot in the inner circle of hell!" Anger coursed through her as steadily as the river coursed through the forest outside the castle's gate, that damn gate that had trapped her with her worst enemy, her greatest fear. Susan felt the tears blurring her vision; she welcomed it. A chance for her senses to become as befuddled as her emotions. She welcomed it, as she welcomed the fantasies that came nightly of Jon falling off a cliff. It was the other fantasies that she did not care for.

Harry let out a snort of laughter and Ginny burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're right, it is cheesy," he said.

"Just wait," said Ginny. "It gets a lot worse."

Jon stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, hoping against hope that she would continue to yell. He could handle the yelling, it made it easier to yell back, to pretend he didn't care. To pretend that he hated her, even. When in fact the opposite was true. He loved her. Loved her so much he needed her. As surely as he needed air to breathe, he needed Susan. The tears were what he couldn't handle; they made him want to gather her up in his arms, and promise her that everything would be ok, and that he would never let anyone hurt her again. That he would never hurt her. The tears made him want to show her how much he loved her, starting by kissing her firmly on her mouth, tangling his hands in that rough, windblown, messy hair, hair that was always messy, just calling for him to mess it up further—

Fred poked his head into Ginny's room just as Harry and Ginny burst out laughing. "You kids having fun?" he asked, grinning suggestively. Harry didn't know whether to be alarmed the implications of Fred's grin, or relieved he had not been on the receiving end of a more aggressive reaction. Ginny scowled at him, but before she could begin an argument, Fred said quickly, "I'll just leave you to it, then, shall I?" and shut the door firmly.

It would be a shame, Harry thought to himself, to ruin his comfortable position just to get up and open the door—which suddenly seemed very far away—again. Surely it wasn't that important to have the door open, was it? If someone needed them, they could always come and knock, couldn't they?

Fortunately, Ginny seemed to be thinking along the same lines, and she had already turned back to the book.

"No, I don't!" Susan stopped her tirade with such a force it physically startled Jon. He whirled around to look at her, but she had turned as suddenly as he; she was now facing the window, and he could see the tears rolling down her face reflected in the moonlight. "I love you," she whispered.

At first Jon thought he had imagined it, but every moment that passed only made it more real. He could feel the love radiating from her- he only hoped she could feel the same from him. He slowly approached her, laying his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened, then relaxed. "I love you too, Susan."

Susan turned, into his arms. She looked up at Jon, her eyes gazing into his, her warm pools of brown melting into his passionate blue, her mouth slightly open. Jon took that as an invitation, and suddenly there were no more words. He focused his attention on her—only her. The things he had been longing to do to her since the day he first met her. Those fantasies were about to become a reality, and his throbbing member—

It had suddenly become impossible to read the book, it was shaking so hard between Harry and Ginny's fits of laughter.

"Harry," breathed Ginny, in between snickers, "I don't think I can read this with you here!"

"But I want to know what happens!" Harry protested weakly. He was snuggled against Ginny, in her bed, reading a slightly erotic story with her—it was better than any was he had possibly imagined spending his afternoon.

Stop it, he told himself.

Ginny sneaked a peak at the next page. "Oh, well," she said eventually. "It's not too explicit." She gave him a charming smile, making him glad he was not standing up.

After the climatic love scene, all of the nature metaphors and similes and cheesy phrases seemed to disappear. Harry found himself actually caring about whether or not the hero and heroine would actually come together in the end, against all odds.

"This is it," said Susan as she and Jon faced the open castle gate, arm in arm. "To break the curse, all we had to do was realize our love for one another, and accept each other as we are. I love you so much, Jon," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I love you too. And I want the world to know. Susan, will you marry me?"

She felt the happiness flood through her; she couldn't contain it, it was too much. "Yes!" she cried, throwing her arms around him and enveloping him in a passionate kiss.

"When we find your parents--" began Jon, after they broke apart.

"No," Susan interrupted him. "I've done what I needed to do. I wanted to find where I belong, and I've found it. I belong with you. And my family is waiting at home for me. Let's begin our life together. With you by my side, I can do anything."

And with that, they smiled at each other, then began the walk out the castle gate, down the road, and to the rest of their lives.

"Well, that was a good read," said Ginny, closing the book with a contented sigh. "I'm feeling loads better." She turned to look at Harry.

They both seemed to realize at the same time how close their faces were. The fact that they were practically lying down together on Ginny's bed, alone, in her room, with the door shut, was suddenly very apparent to Harry. Without him noticing they had shifted positions while they were reading. Harry had his arms around her; her head, which moments earlier had been resting on his chest, was now leaning slightly against his shoulder while she gazed at him.

Stop it, said a voice in Harry's head. He firmly told the voice to shut up. They stared at each other for a long moment.

Deciding he couldn't let an opportunity like this just pass him by, he reached up a hand to gently cup her cheek. "You know—" His voice was suddenly heavy. "Your eyes are like pools of brown."

"And your hair," Ginny responded, equally as heavy, "is just calling for me to mess it up further."

She reached up, her hands were in his hair, and before Harry really knew what was happening their lips had met. Ginny deepened the kiss almost immediately. His arms were around her, hands running up and down her back and burying themselves in her hair. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer to him, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. Then she was lying on top of him.

He brushed the hair from her face, then lightly ran his hands along her back and sides. His hands became immobile when he felt her fingers tracing the muscles of his shoulders and arms. He couldn't get enough of her mouth.

Her lips broke away from his, but all thoughts of protest disappeared when she began kissing his chin, jaw, and throat. He responded by attacking her ear and the side of her neck. He was delighted when he felt her shiver and their mouths found each other again.

Suddenly Mrs. Weasley's voice through the door called them out of their passionate embrace. They broke apart and sat up, panting heavily and staring at each other.

"Coming," Ginny called out, but her eyes never left Harry's. Then they were kissing again.

"Dinner," Ginny moaned, as they broke feverishly apart.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, before he put his mouth on hers again. Clinging together, they pulled themselves up from the bed and blindly made their way to the door, still kissing.

Ginny giggled as she broke away from him. "You look a mess," she said, attempting to flatten his hair.

"As do you," he said, combing his fingers through hers. Then her back was against the wall, Harry was pressed against her, and Ginny's hair was messy again.

Harry freely explored her mouth with his tongue, she felt soo good—

With a good deal of effort he pulled himself back. It would not do to go down to dinner aroused.

Ginny grinned at him. He grinned back. As they made their way to the kitchen, Harry found himself very much looking forward to dessert.

A/N: Ok well this is by Basil M again and from the same story on Sugar Quill its just as good and will constitute as my #13!

The Harry and Ginny Chronicles

Sorry About the Crying

"Ginny's having a bad day," said Ron as he sat down in between Harry and Hermione in Charms.

"Oh," said Harry. "What's wrong?"

"She's just… having a bad day." Ron glanced at Hermione cautiously.

"Must be going around," Hermione snapped, before turning back to her textbook.

Ron looked back at Harry, who shrugged. Sometimes, thought Harry, I just don't get girls.

Harry headed down the corridor after class alone. Ron had decided a trip to their favorite broom cupboard was just the thing needed to cheer Hermione up, and Harry secretly hoped he was right. He had agreed to meet his two best friends later in the Great Hall for lunch, and was currently taking the roundabout way there, through the dungeons.

Which might have something to do with the fact that the fifth year Gryffindors had just gotten out of Potions.

Although Harry also secretly wished he could cheer Ginny up by way of a visit to a broom cupboard, he was hoping he'd be able to accomplish the task by making her laugh and other such friendly things.

Because that's what we are, Harry thought bitterly to himself. Just friends.

"Go to hell, Malfoy!" spat the voice he loved. Ginny must really be having a bad day; she never let Malfoy get to her.

As Harry rounded the corner he fought the urge to attack Malfoy and his goons, who, seeming to have missed the opportunity to tease Ron, were taking out their frustrations by picking on Ron's younger sister. Instead, he focused on the more important individual and, taking Ginny by the arm, led her away while glaring at Draco Malfoy.

"Ooh, look, little Weaslette has to be saved by her boyfriend, famous Harry Potter, once again!"

Harry ignored Malfoy and spoke quietly to Ginny as they walked away: "Are you ok? Ron said you were having a bad day. Hermione was, too, so he decided to drag her off to a broom cupboard to cheer her up. Hehe—heh."

Ginny wasn't laughing. She wasn't looking at Harry, either; her eyes were trained on the floor. Harry wondered if she had even heard him.

Frustrated with his failed attempts to cheer Ginny, he stopped walking altogether and tugged at her arm to stop her, too, so he could ask her in earnest what was wrong. Unfortunately, his movement seemed to startle Ginny, and she gasped as she flung her arms out, sending her books and papers flying.

She immediately dropped to her knees on the floor, starting to gather her scattered belongings. Harry, cursing his stupidity, hurried to help her.

"Oh Gin, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—here, let me—" Was that a sniff? Ginny sniffed again. Oh God. Oh NO. She's crying.

Harry renewed his efforts to gather the papers with added fervor, but people were already starting to stare. He glared at them as he shifted Ginny's books into one arm, helping her up with the other. What now? Harry put his free arm around Ginny's back, and she leaned into him and sobbed onto his shoulder. Harry panicked.

He led Ginny down the hall, trying to find a private place to help Ginny collect herself, shooting daggers at anyone who dared look at them. Finally he spotted a door—Oh please, please be an empty classroom, thought Harry as he fought the door open, balancing his bag and Ginny's books on one arm and Ginny on the other.

No such luck, he realized once they were inside the broom cupboard. Harry was now beyond panic.

"Uh, Ginny, I really didn't mean…" But Ginny was still crying into his chest; she seemed blissfully unaware of their surroundings. With a sigh of defeat, Harry dropped the books and his bag on the floor and put his other arm around Ginny, who responded by crying harder, gripping the front of his robes with her hands.

At this point, I could use a little comforting myself. Harry let himself sink into Ginny; it felt so good to hold her, even if she was crying. She slid her hands up and around his neck, pulling him closer, pressing her face into his neck. Eventually the sobbing subsided and was replaced by small sniffles that sent shivers down Harry's spine as they tickled his neck.

Harry ignored this and tried to forget that he was holding the girl of his dreams in his arms in a very private broom cupboard, and focus instead at the task at hand: cheering Ginny up. Except that he couldn't think of anything to cheerful to say. He couldn't think of anything to say at all. He couldn't think. Hell, he was having difficulties breathing.

Ginny solved this problem by pulling back slightly—to Harry's disappointment—and letting out a shaky laugh.

"This is so stupid," she sniffed. "I hate being this emotional." She looked up at him shyly. "Sorry about the crying, Harry." She gave him a small smile.

"It's all right," he said, meaning it, as relief flooded though him. Emotional Ginny was much easy to deal with than emotional Cho. In fact, that problem seemed to have solved itself. Sure, it might not always be this easy to deal with, but again, maybe then I'll have an excuse to try Ron's theory out.

"It's just… it's just been a tough day." Ginny explained. She lifted up one of her hands to wipe at her eyes. Harry resisted the urge to do this with his own hands, consoling himself by leaving them tightly holding her waist.

"I know what you mean."

Ginny looked as though she was about to contradict him, but changed her mind. She stared at him thoughtfully and after a moment said, "You know, it's a good thing that you don't, on top of everything else, have to deal with being a girl, too."

Harry felt himself redden as the meaning of what she had just said dawned on him. "Erm," was all he could say.

"Oh, I guess I shouldn't have said that," Ginny gave an embarrassed laugh. "It just came out." She let out another giggle, looking more like her self as she glanced up at Harry with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Harry swallowed his embarrassment. "Ok, so maybe I don't know exactly how you feel, but you're laughing, so at least you've cheered up."

At this Ginny laughed again and leaned forward to put her arms back around his neck. "Thanks for taking care of me."

Harry allowed himself to return the hug, tightening his arms around his waist. "Anytime." Of their own accord, his fingers began tracing a pattern on her back through her hair.

"You're the best, Harry." Ginny pulled back slightly and grinned at him, ruffling his hair, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Harry felt his whole body stiffen. It was amazing, what she could do to him just by putting her lips on his cheek. He wanted, so badly, to find out what would happen if he really kissed her.

Impulsively, without fully realizing what he was doing, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cheek.

Ginny seemed to freeze. Harry was terrified that he'd crossed some line. He had, after all, dragged her into a broom cupboard while she was not fully aware of what was happening. He studied her face for a clue; Ginny, her mouth slightly open, dropped her gaze to Harry's lips.

Her eyes were back on his. Harry realized that his face was moving slowly closer to hers. Is this really happening? he asked himself, but didn't have time to consider it before it happened.

His lips were on hers. And she responded by kissing him back with enthusiasm. Harry ran his tongue across Ginny's lips, and she opened her mouth slightly. Her hands moved from his neck to his hair as the kiss intensified. He pulled her closer against him, and was vaguely aware that he was pinned between Ginny and the wall. It was a marvelous feeling.

Ginny tore her mouth away from his, but there was no room for complaint; Harry was drowning in pleasure as she flicked her tongue across his ear, kissed her way down his jaw, and nuzzled his throat. He captured her lips again with his, distracting her, then gave her reciprocal treatment until he was distracted himself.

"Mmm, I think Ron may be onto something," Ginny purred several minutes later, giving Harry a wicked smile.

He grinned back and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Are you planning on having more bad days anytime soon? I'd be glad to cheer you up."

"How about," Ginny said, looking into his eyes, "every day for the rest of my life?"

"Sounds like a plan," Harry answered, leaning down to seal it with a kiss.

A/N: erm right miss me? Hmm didn't think so… right so same goes 4 this 1 except its now #14! I kno this is really long but remember its 5 stories!

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Quidditch and Kissing: A Valentine's Story

"Harry, you're going too fast!" Ginny's voice jerked him out of his reverie just in time—he managed to duck out of the way of the flag pole as he whizzed by. He was going fast—faster than he had realized. What's more, he hadn't exactly been looking for the Snitch as much as gazing at a certain red-haired Chaser. Recently it had become more and more difficult for Harry to concentrate on Quidditch during practice.

He was, of course, glad enough to be practicing Quidditch in the first place. He remembered painfully the previous year when Ron and Ginny had zipped through the sky without him. This year, he thought with satisfaction, he was exactly where he wanted to be. And, in about an hour, Katie would call practice done and they would spend a nice, cozy evening by the fire in Gryffindor tower. Harry loved the fire because it did the most enchanting things to Ginny's hair—

"Harry!" several voices yelled at once, as a Bludger zoomed towards him. He swerved just in time, but unfortunately he banged into the flag pole he had barely managed to avoid earlier.

A few moments later he landed on the pitch, and the entire team crowded around him as he examined the long gash in his arm.

"You'd better get that looked at," Katie advised.

"No, it's fine. It's not a big deal at all," insisted Harry, trying to pry his arm from her grasp. He hated going to the hospital wing—not only because it was so depressing, but because Madame Pomfrey seemed to think the smallest injury warranted an overnight stay. And Harry did not want to spend Valentine's evening in the hospital wing.

"If you don't clean that out, Harry, it's going to get infected," Ginny warned.

"It's fine," he insisted again, and fortunately no one decided to push the matter further. However, by the time practice was over, Harry had begun to notice a painful stinging in his arm.

"Come into the girls' changing rooms when you're done changing," Ginny told him as they dismounted their brooms. "I've got something you can put on that." The thought of being in the girls' changing rooms with Ginny sent a sudden jolt through Harry. He couldn't tell if it was dread or excitement, but he managed to swallow the lump in his throat and reply with a nod.

Changing was a laborious process for Harry because of his injury and, as often was the case in recent months, he found his mind wandering towards Ginny.

If he were perfectly honest with himself, he was crazy about her. The very thought of her filled his insides with warmth, and he liked nothing better than spending time with her. What was more, he was almost certain she felt the same way. As they had grown closer, their relationship had become more affectionate than that of best friends, and it seemed as though they were both just waiting for the other to make the first move.

And Harry was tired of waiting. Tonight was the night, he had decided. Valentine's Day. Perfect.

He began to contrive how he could possibly get Ginny alone for a while that evening, but as he walked into the girl's changing rooms, he realized he wouldn't have to try very hard at all. Then he wondered exactly how long he had been daydreaming about Ginny while changing—the entire place was deserted except for him and her.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," he apologized earnestly.

"That's all right," Ginny replied nonchalantly. She was holding a small tin and sitting on one of the benches. She motioned for him to sit down next to her.

"This salve is something my mother came up with," Ginny explained. "We were always getting cuts and bruises growing up, especially Fred and George. It cleans out the infection and helps heal."

He hissed in pain as she rolled up his sleeve to examine the cut. It was even worse now—greenish yellow pus was running out of it.

"I told you this would happen if you didn't clean it up," said Ginny scolded.

"I know," answered Harry, beginning to feel a bit stupid about the whole thing. But at least he was here with her, and he could concentrate on the tingling on his skin where her fingers touched him, instead of the stinging of the cut, and count the freckles on her nose as she applied the salve.

"Ginny! That's so sticky!"

"Just for about a minute. It helps bond the cut together," she explained. The pain lessened as she began to rub her finders back and forth over his wound, and in fact it began to feel rather nice. A few minutes later he looked down at his arm, which was almost good as new.

"Wow! Thanks!"

"It's no problem," Ginny answered, smiling at him. She stood up the put the tin back into her locker and began to gather up her things, while Harry gazed at her appreciatively and a bit dazedly. She seemed to notice his attention, and asked, "Harry, are you all right?"

"Smashing," he said, patting the bench beside him. Ginny sat down again, and for a while they just looked at each other. He took her hand and began to rub his thumb over her fingers.

There really wasn't a need for words. He moved his other hand up to cup her face, then leaned forward to kiss her.

"I can't believe I waited so long to do that," said Harry, when he gently pulled away from her.

Ginny smiled, her face still only inches from his, and said, "We have lots to make up for, then." She pressed her lips back to Harry's again, and again, and again.

"Do you think they're waiting for us in the common room?" asked Harry, when they finally broke apart.

"Let them wait," said Ginny, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. "Happy Valentine's Day, Harry."

Yey last 1 n I saved my fav 4 last… its still the same as b4 and was written by the freakishly awesome Basil M. o I cut the 2nd part b/c its waaay long srry! so # 15 I saved the best 4 last… woop!

The Harry and Ginny Chronicles.

Chapter 4- Special Guest Author: If it's "just a kiss", you're doing it wrong, by Smith

Part One

The conversation had lapsed into silence as Harry and Ginny walked further away from the Weasley's Quidditch practice area. Harry was dead tired, not having been on a broom for so many months, but he needed to walk or else he would pay dearly in sore muscles the next day. Before Harry had arrived at the Burrow, the Weasleys decided that Harry would be alone as little as possible. It was Ginny's turn to keep an eye on him so she skillfully invited herself for his warm down exercise. They had been talking about the Gryffindor team's chances but after agreeing on just about every point, there was little left to discuss on that subject.

Harry wasn't comfortable enough with Ginny as a friend yet to let the silence continue so he decided to ask the very next question that popped into his head. "So how are you and Dean doing?"

"Dean?" She turned to him confused and then had a look of dawning recollection. "Oh that. Well, I'm not seeing him. Never was."

"But on the train you said - "

"On the train, Ron was overdoing the big brother act yet again and I was tired of it. I said I had chosen Dean to make a point."

"And the point was?"

"That no one I picked was going to be good enough. He's never had a cross word to say about Dean. Rather liked him I think, but as soon as I mention I'm interested, then Dean's a 'damned bloody git.'"

Harry snickered. "Ron said that?"

"Yes, those very words actually. I was writing a letter a week or so ago and Ron asked me who it was for. I said Dean and he said, 'I'm going to kill that damned bloody git.'" Ginny had used her best Ron voice for the last three words.

Harry marveled at how spot on she was with the impression. "Was the letter for Dean?"

"No, Charlie."

Harry laughed loudly. "Ah, Dean's in for a bit of a surprise then, isn't he? When he and Ron see each other again, that is."

Ginny smiled sheepishly. "Oh, I'll stop and fess up before Ron does anything completely stupid, violently stupid anyway. I don't really give a damn what Ron thinks but if I hadn't broken it off with Michael first, I'm sure he would have dumped me. It unnerved him every time he was in the same room with Ron and Ron would not stop with the evil eye routine."

"You should be somewhat grateful you have a brother that cares so much."

"Should I? Listen, do you feel grateful that he wants me to be crushing on you again?" Ginny questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

"He does?" Harry was incredulous.

Ginny rolled her eyes with great flourish. "God, Harry! I'm surprised you haven't broken your neck tripping over all the hints he's dropping!"

"He wants you and me together?!"

Ginny rolled her eyes again. "No silly. He just wants to turn back the calendar; where I was crushing on you and you didn't care. My virtue was safe that way."

"I wouldn't say that I didn't care."

"But you were very uncomfortable with it all, yes?"

"Slightly, I suppose." Harry started to blush.

She linked his arm with hers and gave it a friendly pat. "S'alright, Harry. You don't have to worry about that anymore. That business is all over with."

"So what do you think Ron would do if you and I started dating? Would I be a 'damned bloody git' too?"

"As certain as the grease stains on Snape's pillow."

Harry snorted and raised his free hand to his chin in a contemplative gesture. "Hmm, I'll need a moment to decide whether I'm offended or not. Not good enough for you, am I?"

"No reason for you to be offended. No one will be good enough for me in Ron's eyes, might as well start knitting my spinster shawl right now."

Harry patted her arm still linked in his. "Now now, don't break out the needles and yarn just yet. Perhaps we can work on him together. As a best friend, I sometimes have a little influence with him."

"Being best friends won't help you with this. He's hopeless."

"What's the harm in trying? If I can't help then what have you lost?"

She shrugged. "Nothing I suppose."

"Right then, if we're going to do some good here we might as well focus on someone you do actually like. Bit of a wasted effort if we get Ron to say he's OK with Dean but then you don't really care for him. So if not Dean, then who do you like?"

Ginny's face darkened in concentration. After a while she shrugged. "Well, no one at the moment. I suppose if we were at school, I could look around and see if there were anyone interesting but off the top of my head there isn't anyone. I know that sounds like I am trying to avoid giving you an answer."

"No, I know what you mean. I'm in exactly the same boat. I thought I really liked Cho but now I don't, and there really isn't anyone right now that springs to mind that I might like. To show Ron what a prat he's being about you, we really need to slap him in the face with something though. We could make someone up I suppose."

Ginny's smiling face showed she obviously had a sudden idea but she dismissed it with a quick shake of her head.

It was not unnoticed by Harry though. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing my arse. What? What was your idea?"

"You." She poked him in the side with a finger.

"Me? Me what?"

"You and me, pretending to date."

Harry cocked his head in consideration. "Hmm, there's a thought. It would be interesting to see if I turned out to be a 'bloody damned git.'"

"'Damned bloody git,'" she corrected.

"Right. You did say he was dropping hints about us. I think it might be the very thing to shock some sense into him."

"He'd really flip if he caught us snogging." The words were out of her mouth before she realized what she'd said. Her ears started to pink slightly but with a look of intense concentration she forced the blush down. "And then he'd rip your lips off."

"You think so? He may actually want us together you know. Then where will we be?"

"He doesn't. Trust me."

Harry rubbed his chin. "OK, let's think about this. We set it up so Ron walks in on you and me kissing. If he tries to kill me then we tell him that it was a prank before he really hurts me. Then we point out that he is the one that has been suggesting you and I get together and hope that that shows him what a prat he is and that he should lay off about who you date."

"Sounds like fun, even if he doesn't get the point. I'm bloody tired of it all. For pity's sake, he's only a year older that me!"

"But, what if he just shrugs his shoulders or is actually happy about it?"

Ginny snorted a laugh, "He won't be."

"Yeah but what if he is? We should consider it."

Ginny thought for a moment. "Well then I guess we ask him why it is all right for me and you to be together but not me and anyone else?"

Harry was nodding. "Yeah, that might still make the point though not as dramatic as if he looses it."

"Or as fun," she grinned.

Harry answered seriously, "Speak for yourself. You're not the one risking grievous bodily injury."

"Ron would never hurt you...well, not in a permanent fashion anyway."

"Gee, thanks. So are we doing this then?"

"It's been too quiet around here with Fred and George gone. I think we must."

"When?"

"After dinner good for you?"

They decided to let Ron walk in on them in Ron's room as that was the one semi-private place he would have to return to eventually. Harry was staying in Percy's old room but Ginny was sure that Ron would be sufficiently outraged so as not to ask why they were kissing in his room. It would also be a good way to diffuse the situation quickly with a statement like, 'If we were serious about this would we have done it in your room? We wanted you to catch us to teach you a lesson,' or a similar statement to the same effect.

Neither of them really thought about the actual kiss with much concern. Harry's experiences with Cho had been no huge success story, nor completely terrible, they just weren't as pleasant as he thought kissing would be. Ginny had been with Michael in private often enough the previous year to know what was in store. Kissing just wasn't that big of a deal to either of them. Getting one over on Ron was.

Ginny sat on the bed brushing out her long red hair as Harry stood by the cracked door waiting to see Ron starting up the stairs. They considered leaving the door open but neither of them was too keen on Ginny's parents walking by and catching them. No, this show was for Ron alone and Ron always kept his door closed.

Ron's voice sounded from below, "Yes, I know where it is. I'll be back down in a minute."

Harry closed the door quickly but silently and then moved to the bed to sit next to Ginny. As she put the brush down, her eyes were alight with the excitement of a good prank and she could barely sit still. Harry reached out and put his arm around her as they both watched the closed bedroom door and listened for Ron's footsteps on the stairs. The plodding sound started to get louder and Harry and Ginny turned to face each other. Harry reached out with his other arm to take her into a convincing embrace. They were having a tough time not laughing. Harry managed to stifle himself first and put a finger to his lips to shush her giggles. Ron's footfalls were almost to the door now. Harry leaned into Ginny.

Their lips met and they both jumped slightly. After the initial shock of how much better this felt with Ginny than with Cho, Harry noticed the lack of wetness and salty taste. Cho always seemed to have been either crying or had just finished when they kissed. With Ginny, there was just an incredible softness intermixed with the firm feeling of her lip muscles playing underneath. They hadn't really discussed how real to make the kiss but it was too late now. Harry's lips were moving slowly but surely and Ginny was matching him as though they had spent hours with the choreography.

Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind, he was listening to the sounds of Ron's footsteps passing by the closed door and continuing up to the attic. He was obviously searching for something from the sounds. The sounds stopped and then the plodding steps were again heard on the stairs, going past Ron's room and on down to the first floor.

There was a tiny voice inside Harry's head saying, 'OK, Ron's not coming in the room. You can stop kissing her now.'

But the ebb and flow of energy passing back and forth between he and Ginny was just too delicious to stop. Harry kept on kissing as did Ginny. The kiss was as wet now as any of Harry's previous experiences but the saltiness was still absent. It was moist and sweet and soft and not born of melancholy. Harry wanted more. Ginny apparently read his mind as her soft tongue sought to invade his mouth.

Ironically, as much as he had wanted it, Harry hadn't been prepared for her to be that bold. He was startled and the kiss broke.

Both teens were wide eyed as they looked at each other.

"Oh," said Harry.

"My." Ginny put a hand to her moist lips.

"God." Harry gulped.

Their eyes were locked and neither dared to move.

"I'm over you," Ginny said in a quiet voice, looking down from his eyes to his lips.

Harry blinked and swallowed. He started to feel a mix of anger and disappointment build in his throat but then realized she was not speaking to him. She was talking to herself and she did not sound very convinced. He began to relax his embrace to back away from her but her hands flew to his upper arms and stopped him with some urgency.

"Are you?" Harry asked in a whisper as he studied her face which was now suddenly beautiful to him.

Ginny slowly looked back up at him with a confused expression. Perhaps she had not meant to speak her last out loud. Almost imperceptibly she shook her head 'no.'

Harry moved his hands to the sides of her face and he brushed her silky hair behind her ears with his fingers. He then pulled her towards him with his hands cupping either side of her head and once more pressed his lips to hers. This time when Ginny's tongue ventured out it met Harry's. The kiss grew deeper and deeper and somehow Ginny ended up on top of him as he was now on his back on Ron's bed. It wasn't a joke anymore.

Ron's footsteps were loud on the stairs again. Harry and Ginny broke apart in a panic and leapt from the bed. They straightened their rumpled cloths and looked at each other in an anxious daze. They were trapped in Ron's room. He would be coming through the door any minute and the original plan was very much history. Harry spread his hands in a silent question. Ginny answered with a shrug and a grin.

'Wonderful, I'm about to die and she's grinning. Still though, it was worth it. Bring it on, Ron.'

The door opened and Ron stopped short at the sight of Harry and Ginny standing as far away from each other as they could and still be in his room.

"What's going on? Why are you in my room?"

"Oh, bugger, Harry. We're caught. Might as well confess."

Harry raised his eyebrows. Yeah, might as well since he would be doing the dying. "You think so?"

"We were trying to find a place to put the other end of the Extendable Ears so we could listen to you and Luna snogging for blackmail material."

"Luna? Since when has she ever been in my room?"

"Ah, so you admit to snogging her then just not in your room. Right, good enough, let's go Harry."

They marched past an open mouthed Ron as if everything was clear to everyone. Neither Harry nor Ginny looked at him and the door closed behind them. Harry and Ginny turned to face each other just outside Ron's door both trying not to laugh.

Harry whispered to her, "That was awful. Surely you could have come up with a better lie than that?"

"You're still alive aren't you?" she whispered back.

"Ginny, I-" Harry's mind was racing with so many thoughts right now. "Ginny, I'm not sure what happened in there, before Ron arrived I mean, but do you think we could, well, go somewhere tomorrow where Ron won't find us?"

Ginny bit her lower lip and smiled. She nodded, "I'd like that very much. Tomorrow then."

Harry gave her a swift kiss on the lips and watched as she disappeared into her room.

He turned to go to his own room when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Ron's face poking through the slightly opened door. Ron's expression was unreadable. Harry's face drained in color and then went green and he knew he looked like a cat caught with yellow feathers stuck between its teeth. Ron's face finally broke into a smirk and he gave Harry a wink and then closed the door to go to bed. Harry stood looking at Ron's door for several minutes. He took a deep breath and laughed to himself. Ginny would never believe it. Their prank had backfired to perfection.

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