AN- Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, you no sue!

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"Well, after THAT little... interruption, I do believe it's time to move on to the Girls' Contest!" A large cheer from the boys' (the ones not affected by Draco's display) side of the stands supported this statement. Ginny fiddled with her tee shirt before Professor McGonagall came by, demanding that every spare piece of clothing be deposited in the receptacle behind the curtain. Ginny reluctantly took her shirt, sarong, and shorts and threw them into the bin.

"Fifth year! Hufflepuff! Olivia Stenton!" Cheers. "Ravenclaw, Joni Northrop!" More cheers. "Gryffindor, Helga Goreski!" Cheering continues. "Slytherin, Ali Martinson!" Cheering again.

"By vote of your peers, Olivia you ARE our winner!" Oh god, Sixth year up next! Ginny adjusted the metal ring holding her top together. She sighed and looked back down at her suit.
A beige color, there was a gold ring connecting the two pieces of fabric between her breasts. Two smaller rings were at her hips, holding the bottom together as well. Fairly simple, but Ginny was sure that as soon as it got wet, it would become completely see through.

"Sixth year! Hufflepuff! Amanda Johanson." Dumbledore Paused. "Ravenclaw, Joanna Tyler!" Another pause for more cheering. "Slytherin! Jamie Goddette. Cheering... again. "Gryffindor! Ginny Weasley!" Ginny felt her stomach do a little flip before entering from behind the curtains. Complete and utter silence greeted her. Ginny clenched her fists and closed her eyes, knowing that she must be furiously red by now. What a contrast!

'My GOD!' Harry thought in wonder. 'So THAT'S what those school robes have been hiding! She's drop dead GORGEOUS!' Many of the other males were thinking along a similar vein.

Just then, Hermione started applauding, quickly followed by Ron and Harry, Malfoy, and soon the entire male population of Hogwarts were cheering wildly(– well, not Ron, he was rather scandalized she would wear something so revealing– )including Harry. ESPECIALLY Harry.

"Ginny Weasley, by almost unanimous vote of your peers, you ARE our winner!" Ginny (still blushing) accepted her medal and withdrew with the crowd to the grill, which Hermione had helped Ron with. Thankfully. Otherwise the author wouldn't be sure if Hogwarts even existed anymore.

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After waiting in the long queue, hotdog in hand, Ginny grabbed her sarong and walked out past the young groups setting up areas to eat, or playing games. Ginny nearly lost her hotdog when avoiding the frisbee that Jamie Goddette 'accidentally' threw her way. Rolling her eyes, Ginny continued on to a flat topped rock by the lake where she sat down and brought her knees to her chest, munching happily on her meal. She laughed heartily when Colin won first place at the sack races, then promptly crashed right into the girl he had been raving about at the clothing store. There was Ron, killing everyone at the pie eating contests. And... bloody hell, is that HERMIONE? God lord, it is!

Standing at the tip of one of the Squid's upraised tentacles, at least four meters up, was Hermione, poised in her purple suit. Then... voila! She jumped, and in a graceful ark, she landed in the water with almost no splash. A toucan that looked remarkably like the one that had dusted half the Three Broomsticks in confetti landed on the rock beside Ginny, this time muttering like a mother. Also, this time, it didn't explode. It folded itself until it was tiny, and then imploded. Which is not the same as exploding, I hope you all know.

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A puff of purple smoke was all it took to send Harry over the edge. Well, that, and the fact that the bloody bird (that he SWORE he saw explode in the pub a week ago) wouldn't stop mumbling things in his ear. Because, when the bird exploded – which is not the same as imploding– in the purple smoke, he caught sight of Ginny sitting on the stone, laughing her arse off. Setting his jaw, he strode off to her rock. To do what, he wasn't sure. But off he was. When he reached her, she glanced over at him and smiled.

"Harry! Perfect! Come on!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the water.

"Wait, Ginny, what?" Ginny stopped dragging him and looked at Harry, then herself, and smacked her forehead.

"Gha, how stupid of me!" Her other hand let go of Harry's, and went to the knot of her sarong, undoing it with deft fingers. She then folded it neatly and placed it onto her rock. When she looked back at Harry, she tapped her foot. "Well then, off with the shirt. And the glasses!" Harry twitched for the THIRD time today. Eh?

"Eh?" He voiced shakily. She sighed and took his glasses, placed them on her folded sarong and went back to Harry, taking the hem of his shirt in her hands and pulling it up over his head, even though he was a great deal taller than she. Folding it as neatly as she had her sarong, she set it down.

"Now, that wasn't so hard was it?" she asked, and, not waiting for a reply, "Time for a swim!"

"S-swimming?" He stammered as she grabbed his upper arm and tugged him into the water.

"Yes, swimming! That's what one normally does in a swimsuit. What was your naughty mind thinking?"

"NOTHING!" He replied, a bit to quickly for his own comfort.

He had no idea how uncomfortable he was about to be.

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"We're going to dive off the SQUID!" Harry cried when they got onto aforementioned animal's tentacle.

"Yes, we are Harry. Now hold on tight." Harry did as he was told, not wanting to fall of the tentacle that was lifting them. Standing on the very edge, and very nervous, Harry grabbed Ginny's hand. Ginny didn't seem to notice, so was she wrapped up in the wind that was blowing about. Harry gulped as he looked down at least 9 meters. Yarg.

"Ginny are you sure you want to do this?" She laughed as the breeze whipped tendrils of hair around her face.

"What, is the great Harry Potter, Boy-who-lived, seeker and quidditch captain AFRAID of a little jump?"

"I wouldn't call that little!" He countered

"Come on, you fly higher than this every day in quidditch!"

"I'm not about to dive off my broom!"

"We jump on three! One..."

"Ginny..."

"Two..."

"Ginny, wait!"

"Three!" and she jumped.

"GINNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..." and Harry jumped with her.

Harry looked over at Ginny as they fell, hair streaming out behind her, a huge smile on her face as she screamed with joy, and (from what he could see without his glasses) a smudge of freckles over her nose and high cheekbones, sticking out against her alabaster skin, glowing with excitement. It was then that Harry realized that he was very attracted to her.

SPLASH!

As Harry plunged deep into the quasi-warm waters of the lake, he remembered how she was so nice to him, how her smile lit up a room, and how she joked with him about things no one else dared talk about. So many memories in such a short period of time. It was then Harry realized he was very, very in love with her.

So, when he surfaced, just moments before she did, he had figured out what he was going to do. He was, as soon as she surfaced (and took a breath, he didn't want her turning blue) he would kiss her in the most amazing way he could.

It was perfect! Romantic, sweet, and suave. Er, well, it would have been, if ... if he... hadn't ... missed.

Hey! It happens when you're as blind as a bat without glasses.

You see (as he very well couldn't), he spotted two Ginny's... well, Ginny-like blurs. So he picked one at random. Unfortunately for both parties, he picked the wrong one, nearly snogging the squid's tentacle.

"Um, Harry?" she asked, holding back a laugh. "What are you–!" She was cut off by him finally picking the right blur.

And all was good.

Well, all was good until some poor bloke jumped, apparently not seeing them. I mean, come on, how can you not see red on blue/black.

And then, after a good laugh and several pieces of various pies, all was good again.

For a while.

and Boom, it was Happily ever after!

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PHEW! It's DONE!SOOOOOO sorry it's so short! Luv ya! Don't hurt me!