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It was approximately 10:27 AM on Sunday October the 13th, and Ginny Weasley was to be found just now rising from the mass of disheveled sheets and robes that had been her sanctuary just moments before. Her head was pounding, the one ray of sunlight that crept through her drawn curtains was inflicting an excruciating amount of pain upon her, and the quiet shuffle of feet outside the dorm door was tumultuous to her poor ears. Mental note: Never take up alcoholism.
She stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling with her blouse buttons and, next, the shower handle. The warm water did nothing to ease her hangover, but it helped her body relax and make it at least bearable until she could pop into the infirmary and nick a few potions to remedy her situation.
It was as she tripped over her own feet and tumbled the rest of the way down the stairs, heavy bags under her eyes and looking like one of the living dead, that Colin approached her with an amused grin. "What?" she rasped out impatiently. Colin silently handed her two newly developed photos and waited patiently for her to look at them. They were the pictures she'd taken last night. The first was a picture of her restraining a struggling Harry with all her might to keep him in the photo frame, every now and then, he'd slip out of her grasp and disappear, but Photo Ginny would quickly drag him back into view. The second photo was what sent her into a dead faint, eyes wide and horror-stricken. The second picture was of her and Harry again, but this time Harry wasn't trying to escape, for he and she were lip-locked, completely oblivious to anything else.
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One chocolate eye snapped open, then the other. Ginny's eyeballs swung side to side in her head, taking note of her surroundings. Everything was blindingly white – white walls, white sheets, white curtains, the floor was even white for crying out loud!
"Damn infirmary,' she thought wryly, then realized she was in the infirmary. She turned her head in the direction of shuffling feet to see Madam Pomfrey approaching her, brow knitted tightly and a disappointed frown marring her worn features.
"Had a bit too much to drink at the victory party last night, did we?" she admonished motherly, brandishing a spoon from the expanses of her apron and pouring onto it a gooey, purple tonic. "Sit up, now."
Ginny cringed dramatically, propping herself up with her elbows albeit reluctantly. Madam Pomfrey shoved the vile concoction into her mouth none-to-gently before clonking a huge slab of chocolate on the table by the bed with orders that Ginny was to eat the whole of it before she could leave and sweeping away to finish her game of Wizard Solitaire that had been so rudely interrupted.
Ginny's face quickly split into an unattractive scowl as the atrocious gooeyness made its way down her throat, leaving an awful taste in her mouth. She grabbed for the chocolate immediately, biting into it with fervor and almost choking in her haste to remove the aftertaste of the tonic. She noted begrudgingly that her headache and over-all ickiness was ebbing away. She fell back against the white pillows and pulled the white sheets high over her head.
A chortle from somewhere near the foot of her bed brought the sheets crashing back down and a smoldering glare directed towards Colin as he laughed at her misery-that-really-wasn't-all-that-bad. "Why'd you have to bring me to the blasted infirmary!?" she hissed, her voice taking on a dangerous edge, "You know I can't stand it here! All these starch-white walls and sheets and curtains and – oh!" Ginny pressed her fingers to her temples and massaged them tenderly in an attempt to ward off the on-coming headache that was the product of a disoriented and drugged mind trying to operate properly.
Colin just stood there smirking down at her, "At least it was me and not Harry." His teasing tone went up a few octaves as he said Harry's name in a ghastly imitation of her love-stricken 11-year-old self. Chucking her pillow at him, Ginny crammed the rest of the chocolate into her mouth and stood woozily. Grabbing her black robe from where it lay on the back of a chair, she threw it on over her gray uniform haughtily.
Colin tossed her bag to her from where it has rested on the floor by the bed, "Come on, we've got Care of Magical Creatures after lunch and I want to grab a bite before facing the horrors of whatever it is Hagrid's gathered up this time."
Ginny looked over at Colin incredulously, "How long have I been out?"
"Only for a day, and yesterday was Sunday, so all you missed were morning classes. But don't worry! I got all of your assignments for you, including a meter essay on frogs guts and their contributions to the art of potions making!"
"Thank you so very much," she drawled sarcastically, opening the door to the Hospital Wing and stepping out into the corridor to swing a left and begin the descent to the Great Hall. They were one staircase from the Entrance Hall when they encountered a student walking in the opposite direction toward them. A student with forever-unruly jet-black hair and emerald eyes behind round, black glasses.
Ginny stood stock-still, her eyes unblinking and becoming wider by the second, face a shade of red that it looked as if her whole head was on fire, and brain completely void of all thoughts save one, Harry kissed me exactly 33 hours, 16 minutes, and 27 seconds ago. She hadn't been counting, no, of course not.
And then another thought made its way through all the pink hearts and sparkly fireworks that filled her head - run. And with a spin-of-the-heel Ginny was off down that corridor quicker than a golden snitch.
"Er - " Harry managed to get out as he watched bewilderedly as the little red rocket shot off out of sight. He looked to Colin in hopes of clearing up the confusion to see the younger boy shaking his head with an amused smile.
"Don't worry about her, Harry. She's just head-over-heels for you," Colin told him knowingly upon seeing everybody's favorite/loathed Golden Boy's perplexed expression.
"How do you reason that? I'm getting some pretty negative vibes from her right now," Harry said agitatedly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Have you forgotten already the way she used to act around you when she was younger? The prominent blush? The stumbling, incoherent words? The elbow in the butter dish?" His mock-surprised tone was replaced with one of immense glee by the time he finished his interrogation.
"So…she's avoiding me because she loves me?" Harry asked, just for clarification purposes, mind you.
"Very good! You've gotten the concept down in no time flat! You wouldn't believe how long it took me to get Ginny to understand it," with an exasperated sigh, Colin was off to find his fireball-of-a-friend, having fulfilled his matchmaking purposes. And Harry was left alone in the corridor to contemplate what to do about this new development.
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(A/N: I think it's a bit short leaving it there, so I'll keep going, but I'm going to warn you, this next part is going to end with a wonderful cliffy! ^___________^)
Later that evening, the Gryffindor Quidditch team gathered on the pitch for a quick practice before dinner. They took to the air at Harry's orders and began their warm ups. Ginny, Avery, and Jake were flying in complicated patterns, passing a Quaffle between them. Jake dropped below Avery to catch the Quaffle as she dropped it as part of the formation and passed it directly behind him to where Ginny was supposed to be. She was there all right, physically at least. Unfortunately, mentally she was still in that corridor staring at Harry, dumbstruck. The Quaffle smacked her square on the nose, sending her backwards and resulting in Ginny's broom doing an awkward kind of flip in the air.
"Ginny! Are you okay? Why didn't you catch that? Jake, this is all your fault, you threw it too hard!" and while Ginny nursed her poor injured nose, Rabid Avery chased a horror-stricken Jake across the pitch.
"Oy, Gin! You alright there?" Ron called from his position in front of the goal posts.
"Yeah…I shink," Ginny called back, her voice sounding funny as she was holding onto her nose tightly.
"You aren't bleeding, are you?" came a concerned voice from above her. And who should it be? Why, Harry of course! Giving a vigorous shake that her nose wasn't bleeding, she ducked her head to hide one of her infamous blushes and flew down to pick the Quaffle up from where it had landed on the grassy field.
Not long after that, the Chasers began trying to get the Quaffle by Ron and score a goal. When Ginny's turn came, she shook herself out of her thoughts of Harry and tried her best to concentrate on the task at hand. Alas, it was not enough. Ginny's attempted goal ended up hitting Seamus, who was no where near the goal posts, in the back of the head, which almost got him hit with the bludger he and Dean had been practicing with.
Harry winced as he watched the damage play out, "Er, I think that'll do for tonight. Hit the showers team." The team dispersed to the locker room, Ginny apologizing profusely to Seamus all the way there. Once Seamus had assured Ginny that he was fine and she was forgiven, she followed Avery to the girls' showers.
In was then that Colin appeared in the locker room, making his way over to Harry who stood by his locker stuffing his shin guards inside and brought a sound pat down on his back.
"'Ello mate! How goes the romance?" Harry turned a brilliant shade of red; Dean, Jake, and Seamus all collapsed in peels of laughter, Ron turned a nice shade of red as well, but for different reasons; and Colin stood there grinning happily.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get anything out of Harry so long as the hyenas kept it up and Ron was glaring murderously at him, Colin dragged him off deeper into the room. "Well?" he prodded impatiently.
"Something's up with Ginny, most definitely. She totally bombed it at practice," Harry said with a sigh. "I shouldn't have done what I did.."
"What? Kiss her?"
"Hell no! I meant taking that picture! Just how mad to you people that I am!?"
"Oh, right," Colin said thoughtfully, "Listen Harry, I have an idea." When Harry raised an eyebrow in question, he continued. "If Ginny has that picture of the two of you locking lips, it's only fair that you have one of equal value, right?"
"I suppose…where are you going with this exactly?" With a devilish smirk worthy of any Malfoy, Colin pulled Harry even further into the locker room. More specifically, towards the girls' showers. "Er, Col - " but Harry's protests were cut short as the sound of voices talking over the steady pitter-patter of the showers reached there ears and Colin placed a Silencing Charm on Harry to keep him quiet.
"What was up with you at practice, Gin?" Avery asked, annoyance evident in her tone.
Ginny sighed, "I don't know, I just couldn't concentrate…"
"That's not like you, are you coming down with something?" Ginny snorted. "What's so funny? Oh – ooooooh!" Avery's voice faded into a fit of giggles. "You aren't quite as over Harry as you thought you were, eh?"
"Shut. Up." More giggles. And blushing on Harry's part.
One of the showers turned off and the sliding of small rings could be heard as the shower curtain was drawn back. From there current position, neither Colin or Harry were in in the actual line of vision of said shower, but Harry could most definitely see into the mirror across from the showers. And as he watched, Ginny stepped out of the shower, a fluffy white towel barely covering her. Harry was so busy fighting down the mother of all blushes that the flash of light from Colin's camera as he took a picture of the image in the mirror never even registered in his head.
A/N: OMG. That took me a while to finish, but I did finish. Well, that was fun, wouldn't you say? Wanna know what happens next in Snapshots? All you have to do is review! ^________________________^ Phaerie likes reviews a whole lot. They inspire her. So review, and let the inspiration exist! Phaerie would also like to apologize in advance because it might be awhile before chapter 6 is out. She is suffering from major writer's block. All the more reason to review!
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