So sorry I haven't updated, I've had a pretty ruff week.

Chapter 2

In all the commotion, namely merefusing to get up, Hermione had forgotten what she wanted. So after hastily climbing off Harry and helping him up I headed back to my corner in a slightly better mood. Well, come on you would be if you got to lie on top of Harry Potter even in the total non-sexual way but hey what's imagination for.

"Ginny!" Hermione called.

Damn I was so close to escaping to the safety of a comfy chair and an ancient copy of Witch Weekly.

"Yes?" I said scrunching my eyes closed.

"What are you going to do about your hair?" She called I opened my eyes.

"What do you mean my hair is-argghhh!" I yelled as I caught sight of my reflection in the large mirror.

It looked like had shoved Crookshanks on my head. My hair was sticking up in every angle imaginable. I skidded over to Hermione and grabbed her robe.

"-absolutely grotesque. Help me." I begged, "Please."

Harry looked slightly alarmed at this. He almost acted as if it wasn't a big thing, but it was. No ones hair should look like a mangy cat.

Hermione walked off to a large bag and pulled out a little bottle. She handed it to me.

"Here this is Sleek Easy hair potion, just put it in after you've shampooed. I thought this might happen."

"Thank you," I sighed relieved, "have I ever told you I love you?"

Hermione chuckled.

"No go home and sort you hair out so you can get your makeup and dressing done."

"I don't see why I have to look nice it's not my wedding." I said unscrewing the lid on the bottle and taking a sniff. "Urrgghh, that stuff stinks." I muttered.

"You seem quite bothered about your hair." Harry pointed out turning his gaze from the window to me.

"That's different no one wants to look like a tramp." I snapped.

Harry shrugged and carried on staring out into the street that was slowly filling with busy shoppers. "I don't think you look like a tramp." He said lightly.

This threw me completely, it didn't seem like a big deal to him but this comment mad me blush a red as deep as the Gryffindor common room. Hermione smirked, what was she so smug about anyway.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll be back in an hour." I mumbled. I hadn't blushed in front of him for at least three weeks and three days, but it wasn't like I was counting or anything. Seriously, I wasn't.#

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Once back in the safety of my own home, I climbed the stairs of our old house. The other inhabitants were pottering around not at all panicky or frantic even though this was a wedding day. I reluctantly plodded into the bathroom and ran the taps to the perfect temperature. I have memorised the amount of times I need to turn the tap to get the water at the perfect heat, three turns of the cold tap and two and a half turns of the hot. The waters relaxing effects were immediate.

"Ahhh." I sighed as I washed.

I picked up the little purple bottle contains the Sleek Easy potion. How much was I ment to use. There were not instructions on the bottle just the title in swirly writing. So I unscrewed it and tipped the whole potion out over my head, can't go wrong if you put all of it on. Scrubbing it in the room filled with a pleasant purple glittery mist. Refreshed I stepped out the shower. There were no towels. Shit. Bugger.

When naked in a bathroom with no one around to get you a towel you,

a) Yell through the door.

"Er…help!" I called through the door. "Hello."

Mission failed.

b) Next try knocking on the door wildly.

"Help!" Knock, knock, knock. "Help?"

Mission failed.

c) Scream. Loudly.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!HELP!"

Someone burst through the door. It was Harry. Harry Blood Potter. Which made me scream louder.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT!"

"I- I thought you were hurt or something." He stammered.

"GET OUT!" I repeated with a screech. Harry quickly left the room. Shit. I need a towel.

"Harry?" I called through the door cringing.

"Err…yeah." he replied.

"Could you get me a towel."

"Er… Sure."

"And Harry," I said

"Yeah?"

"Sorry."

"Don't be." Harry said.

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I dried my hair and studied my reflection in my mirror. There was a piece of hair at the front of my head that wouldn't stay flat. But this was no problem as I could just put some Sleek Easy- shit. I grabbed the bottle the potion was empty. Ahh what was I going to do it looked real bad. Hang on, wait. I have a plan. A plan so cunning you could stick a tail on it ad call it a fox. I grabbed the white lily off the dressing table and shoved it on my ear.

"Humph." I said satisfied.

I exited my room and met Ron.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fine Great. Fab." He rushed, "Er…Gin there's something in your hair." He said pointing to the flower.

Idiot.

"It's a- oh never mind go get ready for your big day." I smiled pushing him into the room he was headed for. Sighing I closed the door behind him and saw Harry's scruffy head exit a room further down the corridor.

"Harry, what do you think?" I asked

"Lovely." He smiled and I didn't blush, not even a bit! Ok so maybe a little, ok a lot enough to make him say,

"Gin are you OK? You look a bit flushed."

"I'm fine." I smiled, "I've got to go now, I'm running late."

AN: Hola, hope u like. PLEASE REVIEW! MERCI! QQ