Author Note: Here it is chapter 4. I honestly thought that this is a bit of a rush. But after this, I want to re-write my plot and sub-plots for the future chapters; I don't like my old plan. Anyway, on the last chapter I made a mistake by referring to Harry's eyes as 'hazel' instead of 'green'. I honestly didn't realise that I actually wrote 'hazel'. Thanks to for pointing out! You guys rock. I uploaded the revised version straight away. Well, you better start reading this one…

Disclaimer: sighs Why would I bother to re-phrase my sentence: I don't intend to make profit out of this. If I did, I would simply start writing my original fiction (duh!).

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I ended up staying the whole day up in the Hospital Wing. It was rather annoying because Madam Pomfrey insisted on questioning me in detail of what made me consider skipping lessons. She wasn't too certain when I told her it was just the pressure of OWL, since it is only like the second month of school. But in the end, I managed to convince her to give me the Dreamless Sleep Potion.

The clock showed that it was eight p.m. which indicated that I had missed dinner. I could hear Madam Pomfrey coming; she always knows when her patients are up.

"How do you feel, Ms. Weasley?"

I shrugged, but seeing uncertainty in her expression, I said, "Much better. Thank you very much," just to convince her.

She seemed pleased with herself, "Well, then I suggest that you should be heading to your dorm. There is nothing that makes you feel better but the comfort of your own bed."

I nodded. She checked my temperature again and fussing that I should not do any strenuous activities just yet. When I got to the door, she called out to me.

"Just some advice as the school nurse, you should find someone you feel comfortable to talk to. I, myself find it helpful in the healing process. Especially when the 'illness' only partly affects your physique," she said earnestly with a twinkle in her eyes.

Right. Now it feels like she was a female version of Dumbledore.

I gave her a brief smile before hastily exited the hospital.

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I slept in the next morning, partly because it was Saturday but also because I didn't feel like telling anyone anything, yet. When I finally got out of my bed, it was lunchtime and no one was in my dorm. Feeling very hungry, I raced down to the Great Hall.

It was heavily packed but thank goodness I was able to find a spare seat next to Colin.

"Hey, Gin!" he greeted. I noticed that he had undergone some significant changes over the summer. He had managed to outgrow me by an inch or so and his voice had got deeper – not squeaky anymore. Air of clumsiness and childish look had disappeared and replaced by a confident look that was glued to him regardless of what he was doing. Other than that, he is still Colin. Just Colin; with a saddled bag that is always vacated by his oversize camera.

I had to admit that I kind of admire him. Well, okay…have a little crush on him. But it is no big deal. We were friends, and partners in Potions and Transfiguration.

"Hey! What's up?" I greeted him back.

He looked up and said, "The ceiling. Hey…it's not so cloudy today."

He looked back at me and smiled innocently. I raised my eyebrow. Ohh-kay then…forget what I said about having 'a little crush on him'.

"By the way, where were you yesterday? You weren't in any of the classes," he enquired with a concern look in his face.

"Oh, that. I was up in the Hospital Wing - didn't feel well - stayed the whole day up there."

"Oh, that's okay then. I thought you were kidnapped somehow," he had this unexplainable dreamy look in his face, "Loony Lovegood was looking for you."

"Luna," I corrected him.

"Sorry. Luna," he said it apologetically.

I paid a full attention back to my food almost instantly, feeling annoyed with him for calling my friend names. It was true, though, Luna is eccentric and the fact that she has got an unusual appearance provoked other people to call her stuff. I used to be one of those people, but that was before I got close to her and found out that she can be such a great friend, despite her eccentric tendency.

Apparently, Colin had detected that I was annoyed and said, "I'm sorry for calling her that. Really."

I gave him my fake smile, which seemed to be enough to please him.

"Hey, listen. You know that there's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up. And… if you haven't planned anything yet, I'd really like you to go with me." He eyed me nervously.

Not again…

Still feeling a bit annoyed with him for what he said earlier, I explained to him coldly that I am going shopping with Luna. He looked very devastated. But somehow he gained his composure and told me to get back to him when I changed my mind. He got up explaining that he needed to finish his Transfiguration homework.

I choked, "What do you mean by homework?"

"The one that McGonnagal gave us yesterday. Did I forget to tell you that?"

I nodded vigorously, frowning at him.

"Well, you better come with me to the library if you want me to explain it to you," he said thoughtfully.

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It turned out that every single teacher that I had yesterday decided to give us tons of homework, which simply killed my prospect of relaxing during the whole weekend.

Colin spent all afternoon to explain new stuff in Transfiguration and Potions, just so I could do my homework. Luna had eventually learnt about my whereabouts and helped me with my Astronomy and Charm essays. Colin firstly appeared to be uncomfortable when Luna joined us, but had been taken aback at her brilliance in schoolwork – not many people had acknowledged the fact that she IS in Ravenclaw. The homework was time-consuming that I found that I was only halfway finished at dinnertime. Feeling like the very last drop of my energy was drained; I compromised by promising myself that I would do the rest of my homework on Sunday.

We made our way to the Great Hall.

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Dinner was over in a flash and I found myself occupying the full-length of one of the most comfortable couch in the Common Room, alone in the room, feeling very relaxed.

"Hey, Gin," a familiar voice called me back to reality.

It was him: Harry.

I replied briefly, "Oh, hi," resisting the urge to whack him across his head with my widely-acclaimed Bat Bogey Hex.

"Just dropping by to remind you that we have practice tomorrow," he explained his sudden appearance.

"Oh," I frowned, "I forgot."

He seemed to be very surprised.

I closed my eyes, "Sorry, I'm not meant to do that."

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. From the corner of my eyes, I could just see that he took at seat on the floor, leaning against the couch.

He turned to me and smiled understandingly, "Nah… everyone is allowed to forget something, you know.

"I know you've been studying really hard, being a sixth-year and all. Your mind is occupied by things that are more important than Quidditch and I am happy to know that you have set your priorities right," he added matter-of-factly.

I was confused.

"Harry, that doesn't make sense. You love Quidditch with all your passion and work us extra hard just to get the Quidditch Cup, right?" I asked uncertainly.

"That is true," he nodded.

"And now you're telling me that I'm allowed to forget to come to Quidditch practice, just as long as I'm studying?" I prompted hopefully.

His eyebrows were raised in surprise, "There's no way I could've said that! Not a chance!"

I chuckled. He looked very shocked and disappointed in himself.

"I didn't say that, did I?"

I laughed harder.

"Ginny! You deliberately misinterpreted my point, you sly kid!" he yelled, pretending to be very upset.

Feeling very mischievous, I grinned defiantly, "Yeah, so what?"

He smiled his best smile at me. I was in heaven.

"Quidditch is the best thing that has ever happened to me," he said.

He continued in a gentler tone and spaced out in reminiscence, "I fell in love with flying in my first lesson. Then when I was selected to be the Seeker for Gryffindor, I felt a pride. The sort of pride I have never felt before in my life: to be chosen as someone special."

He looked at me. I sat up slightly and smiled at him, encouraging him to continue with his story.

"Every time I'm up there in my broom, I feel as if there's nothing that could worry me. Nothing at all, and that's the only way I can experience peace. Even when things go wrong, very wrong, I found that flying soothes me and helps me to think."

He looked down. I noticed that his outline looked so bold against the fire in the background. I put a hand in his shoulders and suddenly became conscious that the room was very quiet; I could hear the fire crackling. I stared at the fire.

"Do you know that Quidditch has that effect on me, too?"

I sensed that his green eyes were travelling back to meet mine.

"I'm not lying. It helps me forget stuff…," I looked down, "Stuff that happened when I was possessed by You-Know-Who, when Dad was attacked by that horrible snake, how Percy left the house…

"It helps me to forget that we're in this stupid, endless, ridiculous, painful war."

I forced myself to look back at him in the eye, holding back tears. Harry had this unrecognisable determined look in his face and moved in closer.

I continued in a fierce tone, "It stops me from worrying how many more lives will be sacrificed, how many will lose their family, friends and relatives. Every morning, I would wake up with fear… fear that there is a big possibility that someone that I know… and care about… will die… I… I – it's stupid really why he wants to take over the world and… and…"

He swept a few strands of hair that obstructed my face from view. He leaned in and kissed me.

I was very surprised, but that didn't stop me from identifying the message that he was sending me: he cares about me and even perhaps… loves me. I kissed him back, thanking him for his concern for me. It was overwhelming and I felt like nothing I have ever felt before. I could feel something trickle down my spine and it was as if the world had stopped revolving.

He slipped an arm around my waist and my hand, which had never left his shoulder, had somehow found its way to run through his hair.

"WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" a very recognisable voice roared.

I snapped back to reality; realising what I had done, I abruptly pulled away from Harry. I was shocked in myself; my eyes travel back and forth between Ron and Harry. The expression in Harry's face was indescribable. Ron was undoubtedly furious.

I gave Harry a brief I'll-leave-it-to-you-to-take-care-of glance and walked upstairs. I stopped halfway where Ron was standing – his body was waaay rigid. This boy needs to be taught how to relax.

"Calm down, Ron." I instructed him, "Take a deep breath, count to ten."

His face had gone red, very red.

I grinned at him, "Good night!" and raced towards the stairs before he could grab me.

I could still hear faint noises from the Common Room when I closed the door of my dorm.

"What the hell happened down there!" Erika groaned.

I shrugged, feeling the smile that was tugging at my lips.

"I swear to God, if he doesn't shut his hole in the next 5 seconds, I would shuffle a stick up his bloody big arse myself!" she roared and stormed out of the dorm.

"Whatever you say, Erika. Whatever you say…"

I closed my hangings shut.

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