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A/N: I'm so so so sorry! I've left this story for such a long time! I feel so guilty now! Please don't kill me. -cough- back to topic...Thanks for all those who reviewed and offered to beta my story. I would like to give a special thanks to eighth world wonder who is now the second beta of this story. Hopefully, my inspiration/ideas, live up to all your expectations.

Just another delightfuly morning?...Not!

'One learns something new everyday.'

That's what Hermione used to say when Ron and Harry questioned about her absolutely unfathomable eagerness for lessons in the mornings.

They never truly understood the wisdom. Not Ron, who always grumbled about Hermione's nauseously cheery mood in the 'ungodly hour'; nor he, he was too busy trying to keep himself awake. Waking up before ten in the morning is considered early. Much too early to do anything, let alone to be observant and tentative. Ron and he used to quickly dismiss it as a girls', or more precisely, Hermione's thing.

Ron and he had continued their 'ignorant' ways throughout Hogwarts and into their adult lives.

xxXxx

The clock rang, piercing through the soft breathing and the dark room. A loud groan was emitted from the bed. A hand shot out from the bundle of sheets and slapped at the alarm button. A mop of madly disheveled hair peered from the bed.

9:00 am, the clock read.

The head sunk back down to the comfort of the pillow.

Another five minutes won't hurt…

xxXxx

Harry's head shot up from his pillow. His mind was still swirling from the drinks last night. Something was amiss though. Something didn't agree with him. He looked around the room carefully. He scanned for any out-of-place objects in his room but found nothing.

Nothing at all.

It was then his gaze landed on the window. A part of the curtains were not drawn. Light poured into the room from there…The light was very bright…

Light!

Harry's eyes widened as his head looked nervously at the clock, lying on top of his night desk.

9:25am

With a yell, Harry leapt off the bed with sheets tangled around him. He had exactly five minutes before he was late for work.

Brush. Shave, Shower. Dress. Where was his wand? Where did he put it last night? He couldn't really remember after all those drinks. Ron was still asleep, which meant he couldn't enlist his help without being chewed up. Where was his bloody wand?

Two and a half minutes to go…

His room! The night desk!

He ran into his room, jumping over various objects lying on the floor. Maybe it was time to clean his room; he made a mental note as he picked up the powerful stick of wood and hurried out of the room.

One and a half minute left.

He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the first food that came across his hasty search. He took it and put it into his mouth. He grabbed a carton of juice and apparated out of the apartment with less than thirty seconds to go.

When he arrived at the Ministry's apparition zone, he stormed off into the magical Law enforcement department. He arrived just on time, scooting in right before Moody walked in behind him.

"Just on time, Potter. Just on time," he growled in his usual tone. "I'm watching ya."

"Yes sir." Mumbled Harry before he went to his place in the mass room where Moody made his speech. The same old speech every morning.

Constant Vigilance…

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody roared. The room quieted before the aged Head of Department.

Office work first…training in the afternoon…

"We are going over the files this morning and in the afternoon it's training!" Moody continued as Harry slowly drowned out his voice.

He took a bit of the food that he had clamped onto when he left in a hurry.

Ugh…stale bagel. He made a face and put the bagel down.

It was time to do some shopping too, he noted.

A voice chuckled next to him. "Stale bagel?"

Harry looked at the speaker and smiled. Neville Longbottom, his partner for the last couple of years.

"That obvious?" he asked.

"All over your face," Neville whispered back as Moody continued with his daily lecture. Then with a thoughtful look, he commented. "Actually, the bagel looks like something I won't put in my mouth to begin with…"

Harry said with a chuckle. "Guess I'll have to do some shopping soon. You're lucky to have your girlfriend to do it for you."

"I'm a lucky guy," Neville grinned. "Get yourself a girlfriend then you won't have stale food again!"

Although having a conversation, Harry and Neville was well aware of the process of the lecture…it was about now that Moody would say constant vigilance again and then walk off.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" with that said, and like Harry predicted, Moody left for his office.

The mass room buzzed into life again. Yup, it was a typical Monday morning.

"So how was your weekend?" Neville asked beside him as they moved from their spot and made their way slowly to their offices, which were opposite each other. They greeted various colleagues on their way.

"Oh, the usual. Guys night. Malfoy and Zabini were talking about their business, Ron and I sat there listening. I went out last night with Ron. Padma is coming back next week. He's over the moon, so together; we had a little too much drink."

"Ah," Neville said with an understanding look on his face. "So that's why you were late this morning…like always."

"Oi!" Harry grinned and punched his friend good-naturedly. They understood each other quite well as they shared a similar childhood. "It's too early to wake up!"

"If you say so, Potter." Neville said with a smirk. Having a girlfriend and getting an approval from the batty Professor did him good. He was no longer stuttering and awkward. "By the way, what was that with Ginny last Wednesday?"

Great. Gossips did have a way of traveling,

"Err," Harry began uncertainly as they arrived at the doors of their offices. "We got into an argument. And she got really pissed so she stormed off."

"If I were you, I'd be-" Neville started as Harry opened his office's door.

All hell broke lose.

Maybe not, but it felt like it to Harry.

A bucket of ice cold and probably dirty, from the stench he smelt, water poured down on him. Harry tried to evade it but was stuck by the puddle of gluey substance that was left of the floor. He tried to pull his foot out but he ended up loosing his balance and dropped to the floor.

"-careful." Neville finished eyes wide with both shock and amusement.

Harry groaned on his spot on the floor. This was definitely not his morning.

"Neville, can you go check my desk and see if she left any notes?" Harry asked as he tried to separate himself from the glue. It was obviously Ginny's idea of revenge on the comment he made.

Neville gave a nod and made his way into Harry's office cautiously. Nothing more came out. Harry watched Neville approached his desk and retrieved a note from there.

He was handed the note as he untangled himself from the mess. He opened the note.

Dearest Harry, (He could imagine her feign innocent look on her face)

How are you this fine morning? I hope my gift for you reminds you of the appalling things you've said last week. This gift is rather hard to come by as I've collected the extract of one of the twins dung bombs experiment. I hope you enjoy your morning.

Love, Ginny

Well, it was definitely her.

"I think there's more to come, mate. You'd probably wanna be careful" Neville said, peering over him. "And you might want to do something about the stench."

Harry's Lesson of the day: Never mess with Ginny Weasley unless you're prank-proofed.


A/N: What do you think? Please review! I have got the next chapter done already...just need to make sure I add everything I need in there before sending it off to beta...so I'll do things as soon as possible! Please review, review, reivew! I love all your reviews. They inspire me a lot! And you know...inspirations get the story going... What do you think will happen next anyways?