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Chapter 2

A Mysterious Guest in Harry's Mind

            Harry woke up, feeling cheerful.  Then, when he remembered his guest last night and his homework assignment and suddenly he didn't feel so cheery.  He rolled out of bed and threw on his robes.  He walked over to Ron's bed and threw open the curtains. 

"Wake up, or you'll be late for breakfast!" said Harry.  Once Ron heard the word 'breakfast' he opened his eyes. 

"Breakfast?" he asked, hopefully.

"Yep.  All ready and waiting for you in the Great Hall," Harry replied, grabbing some books for his classes. 

"I have to get up?" whined Ron.

"Yes, you great lummock, I am not bringing you breakfast in bed!"  Harry walked out the dormitory and down the stairs. 

"Hello, Harry!" said Hermione once she spotted him in the common room.

"Hi," said Harry. 

"Where's Ron?" 

"He's coming," replied Harry. 

"I'm going to wait for him…you go on ahead," said Hermione, plopping down on a couch.  Harry raised one eyebrow.

"Oookay…see you in the Great Hall…" He left.  Once in the Great Hall, he sat down at his usual place at the Gryffindor table. 

"Can I sit here?" asked a familiar voice.  It was Ginny. 

Harry immediately blushed and said, "Sure."

"What's the matter?" asked Ginny, once she had sat down beside him.  "You look flushed."

"Err…I ran here from the common room," replied Harry, blushing even more.

"Why did you do that?" asked Ginny, reaching for some toast. 

"To…see if I could beat my old time!"  Stupid Harry!

"Oh…I understand now."  Harry suddenly felt a strong hatred for Claire. 

Hey now, you cannae hate me! said a strange voice in Harry's head. 

Claire?!  How did you get into my thoughts?!  answered Harry, mentally.

I am one talented muggle.  Anyway, say something flirty to Ginny. 

Like what?

Comment on how pretty she looks this morning.

NO!!!

Yep.  Too bad, you're doing it.  Now, I have to leave.  I've got to go plant some romantic thoughts in Ron's head aboot Hermione.  Tootles! 

"Hey, Gin…" Harry trailed off, trying to work up courage.

"What?"  Ginny looked at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"You-look-really-pretty-this-morning," he blurted out.  Ginny blushed.  One point for Harry! 

"Thanks," replied Ginny.  She concentrated on her food, and Harry followed her example.  In about ten minutes, Ron and Hermione wandered over and sat across from them.  Harry watched them, looking for clues of their feelings for each other.  He started picking up on a lot of subtle clues.  Like when Ron accidentally brushed Hermione's arm while reaching for some food, they both flushed a little and apologized awkwardly. 

Hmm… thought Harry.  The rest of the day whizzed by.  He kept picking up hints about Ron and Hermione.  Every time he cursed Claire for putting these thoughts into his head.  Then, finally, it was bedtime.  Harry was not looking forward to midnight.  He fell asleep nonetheless. 

"Wakey, wakey!"  Harry awoke, only to see Claire's face about an inch from his.  Luckily, her breath smelled like strawberries, Harry's favorite fruit.  "Want a strawberry?" Claire asked.  Whether he wanted one or not, she stuffed one between his lips.  "They are your favorite!"

"How do you know?!" asked Harry.  Claire was really scaring him now.  

"Okies, this is the last time I'm going to tell you, I am a very talented muggle.  Basically anything is possible with me.  Now, no more redundant questions.  Did you think up a romantic plan for Gin?"

Shoot!  thought Harry.  I completely forgot!  Got to make something up!  Crap!  "Err…" said Harry. 

"Yees?" urged Claire. 

"Well, I thought that we could…umm…you know…have a cuddle…on the…couch?"  Claire glared at him.

"YOU DIDN'T FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT!" she roared, pinning his shoulders to his bed.

"No!" Harry yelped.

"Okay!" said Claire, releasing her grip on his shoulders.  "It's fine, your idea would have sucked anyway."

"Hey!" said Harry, defensively. 

"Oh, don't even give me that," said Claire, rolling her eyes.  "But, this is the last time I will tolerate it.  Understand?"

"Okay…" Harry sighed. 

"Good.  I'm glad we've reached an understanding." She glanced at her watch.  "Okay, I don't have much time.  I have to go to Ron's bed soon and plant romantic dreams aboot Hermione in his head.  Anyway, here is a list of Ginny's likes and dislikes.  I want you to finish your assignment this time, okay?  Oh, and since you are completely un-romantic…here."  She handed him a book labeled 'The Dummies Guide to Romance.'  "Read it and devise a plan."

"Fine!" Harry felt like screaming. 

"Okay, I'm overdue in Ron's bed." She giggled.  "I just realized how much sexual innuendo is in that sentence."  Harry groaned.  "Oh, please!" scolded Claire.  BOING!  and she had disappeared.  Harry looked at the thick book in his hands and ran his hand through his hair.  Then, he remembered the list.  With extreme curiosity, he unfolded it and read.

Ginny's Likes:

*Guys with good clothing taste [wear something styly on your first date]

*Chocolate Frogs [bring chocolate and flowers]

*Long, hot bubble baths [not until you guys are married]

*Romantic Novels [be like the men in those novels]

*Flirty (to some extent) boys [FLIRT!]

*Socks (especially stealing them) [Dunno what you're going to do w/ that one]

*Feet [Foot massages?  I dunno, that's kind of weird…]

Ginny's Dislikes:

*Angst [steer away from topics like Lord Voldemort, Chamber of Secrets and death…don't know why you'd talk aboot that on your first date, but you never know]

*Chickens [never bring chickens on a date.  That is a general rule.  See Chapter 5 of 'Dummies Guide to Romance']

*Homework [Help her with it!!!  How cute would that be?]

*Clowns [don't take her to a circus]

Harry sighed.  That didn't really help him much…hopefully the book would be more informative.  He was too tired to read it now, though.  He lay back in bed and fell asleep quickly. 

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