A/N:  I'm back!!!  In a hurry to get this out, I've not bothered to beta-it so all mistakes are mine. The formatting will most likely be screwed up as well.   As always, think of this more as a "cartoon HP" than anything serious.  You'll enjoy it more. 

Disclaimer:  I own nothing.

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Well, this was certainly a most interesting day!  How many witches can say they've ridden a Firebolt Chaser?

Only one and I believe that would be…me!

It was nearly midnight and the exciting events of the day still whirled through Ginny's mind like billywigs.  The photo-shoot had ended up taking longer than planned because Mr. Simons insisted on photos of the Firebolt Chaser in the air, meaning that Ginny had to fly it again.  The hard part was going slow enough that she would show up on the photographs, and many of the photos had to be re-taken because she would fly out of the frame, leaving only a red blur in her wake.  When Mr. Simons had approved of the photographs, it was way past dinner.

Dinner with Mr. Simons, Mr. Whisp, Peter and his Uncle, and Diedre Moran was absolutely delightful.  Tom at the Leaky Cauldron had a room reserved for them and endless pitchers of Butterbeer and heaping mounds of food kept everyone in good spirits.  Kennilworthy Whisp was the most fascinating man Ginny had ever met and he entertained them all with the stories of the many Quidditch matches he had seen, the famous players he knew, and even mentioned that he was planning a new book entitled The Best Quidditch Players under the Age of Twenty-One and might be visiting Hogwarts during the Quidditch season.  Ginny giggled to herself, hoping not to wake Hermione who was sleeping in the next bed, as she remembered Ron's and Harry's reactions at the prospect of being considered for a book.  Ron had accidentally put his elbow in the pudding and Harry knocked over his Butterbeer, spilling it all over his clothes and making him smell like the beverage for the rest of the evening.   

Thinking of Harry brought Ginny's mind to Diedre Moran, who was a very pretty woman.  She couldn't have been much older than twenty-two or three, and was very polite to everyone.  Diedre had complimented Ginny on her flying, and even mentioned that she'd keep an eye out for any new positions coming up.  Despite being nice and polite, Ginny didn't like her and she couldn't figure out why.  It could have been the way she smiled at Harry when he'd upturned his Butterbeer, or it could have been the fact that Diedre had hair even redder than Ginny's own bright red locks.  Or it simply could be the fact that Ginny knew Harry seemed to have a thing for Quidditch players. 

Oh, please!  You've got to be kidding me! 

What?  He does seem to prefer Quidditch players, just ask Cho Chang!  And correct me if I'm wrong, but did or did he not notice me only after I tried out for the team!?!

He would have eventually come to his senses!  I can't believe that you actually believe that Harry would ever even think of—

I never said I believed that!  Only that there is a possibility!

A slight creaking noise snapped Ginny from her thoughts and she rose up slightly to look around.  Seeing nothing, but Hermione's sleeping form, Ginny rolled over on her back and grabbed her teddy bear to hug it to her.  Only it wasn't her teddy bear she grabbed.

"Ouch!" Came a deep whisper.

"What the—" a hand clamped over her mouth before Ginny could finish.  A faint smell of Butterbeer and shampoo pervaded the air.

"I couldn't sleep," whispered Harry's voice, and who still had an invisible hand pressed over her lips.  "And I came to check to see if you weren't asleep…and then I thought that we could 'not sleep' together."  His voice sort of trailed off at the end, and Ginny could just imagine his cheeks turning a slight cherry.  She wanted to tease him, however as she could not speak, she did the only thing she could do.  She stuck out her tongue and licked his palm. 

"Ahhh!" said Harry reflexively, snatching his hand away.  Ginny giggled as a whoosh of cloth whirled around her and she was suddenly inside his Invisibility Cloak with Harry grinning down at her in the darkness. 

"It's nice in here," she said quietly.  "I've never been under here before."  She could barely see him.

"Ummmm…," replied Harry, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.   "You smell good."

"And you still smell like Butterbeer.  Need another bath?  I could scrub your back," she teased.

Harry's face now resembled a color of pink Ginny had only seen on Rita Skeeter's fingernails.  He was so adorable when she teased him. 

"Let's go downstairs," Harry whispered instead.  And so, walking closer than was required for moving under an Invisibility Cloak, they descended the stairs.

"Nice pajamas," Harry told her, fingering the well-worn deep purple cloth with a gold star on the front.  It was Bill's ancient Pride of Portree t-shirt.  The hem of it came down to her knees.  Ginny smiled and laid her head on his chest, still chuckling over the scent of Butterbeer.

"What's wrong Harry?"

Harry sighed deeply and Ginny watched as he adjusted his glasses, a tactic he used when he was thinking about what to say next.

"I don't know," he said finally.  "I think it's because it's my last year at Hogwarts.  I'm going to miss it, Gin.  The happiest years of my life have been there."

"Yeah, I could see how that could be, what with being in mortal danger for the first five years and such."

"I'm serious.  I'm really going to miss things.  It didn't hit me until this evening at dinner, when I realized that once this year is over, I'm not going to have anywhere to go.  And I don't know what I want to do."

"I didn't know you were this upset," Ginny replied.  "You know a year is a pretty long time, you'll figure out something.  Quit worrying about this, you're starting to sound like Hermione."

Harry pulled a face and laughed softly.  "I guess you are right."  He kissed her.  "I love you," he mouthed, his nose pressed against hers.

"I know," Ginny said.  "I love you too."

You should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking such things earlier about Harry!  Yes, I should be turned into Slytherin toenails for that! 

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The next day dawned bright and sunny for everyone at the Burrow.  Breakfast was rushed as usual, with everyone scrambling about for trunks, owls, cats, books, and other needed things.  By the time everyone was read, tempers were short and Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were forced to wait another twenty minutes while her parents argued over how they were all going to get to King's Cross Station.

Ginny's dad had brought home some new mode of travel that Muggles used called a "lim-o-zine" that resembled a very large, stretched out car.  It was solid black, and was nearly as long as the Burrow was tall.    Both Harry and Hermione explained that only rich and well-to-do Muggles ever used cars of this type.  Ginny's dad was overjoyed with the news.  Her mother, however, went mad when she saw the new car, remembering vividly what had happened to their previous one, the old Ford Anglia that was still running wild in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

"Arthur," her mum said through gritted teeth.  "I'm not going to let you fly this thing again!"

"I'm not going to fly it, Molly!" her father said.  "I've never even put one spell on the car.  We're just going to drive it like the Muggles do!"

Everyone piled into the car, and Ginny was amazed to see how roomy it was on the inside.  There was some sort of glass box set into the seat which Harry explained was called a T.V.   Ginny recognized a telephone set into the seats, and all were amazed to see the compartment that held all sorts of glasses and beverages.

"It's a wet-bar," Hermione frowned as Ron examined a bottle of some clear liquid called "Beefeater Gin."  There were several bottles of champagne with the name "Dom Perignon" printed on the label.

"That's really expensive champagne," Hermione explained.  "Very expensive."  Both Ron and Harry grinned as Ron quickly opened the bottle and poured everyone a glass.

"Ron!"

"Oh, come on, Hermione!  We're celebrating our last year at Hogwarts! Well, most of us anyway," he added, nodding at Ginny.  "And we've got a new Quidditch captain and Head-Girl to toast!"

Hermione blushed and Ron quickly held up his glass and said, "To us!"

"To us!" everyone replied, clinking their glasses and sipping the champagne.  Ginny, who had never tasted anything like it before, gulped hers down in two swallows and held her glass up for refilling.

By the time the car rolled up to the King's Cross car park, Ginny had drank three glasses.  Hermione had also taken quite a liking to the champagne as well, and both were giggling madly as they took their trunks and placed them on the trolleys. 

"What's gotten into you?" asked her mother when Ginny began laughing very loudly when she tripped over a old soda can.  "What were you all doing back there?"

"Nothing mum!"  Ron said, his arm around Hermione, who seemed to have forgotten how to work her legs.  Ginny's head felt very light, and if it wasn't for Harry's help in steering the trolley, she would have smashed their things into a pole.

"Whoops!"   Hedwig was beginning to screech rather loudly.

"Careful, Ginny!"  Harry was looking around to see if any Muggles were noticing them.  They were just at the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

"Ron, Hermione, you go first," said Harry.   Ron and Hermione pushed their trolley through the barrier.  Ginny felt Harry push her and the trolley in after them.

"Whew!" sighed Ron and Harry as they all waited for the two adults to join them.  "That was close!"  The usual goodbyes were made and the same warnings were issued.

"Stay out of trouble dears!" called Ginny's mum, wiping her eyes as her father hugged her close.

"We will!"  Ginny called through the window of the compartment as the train rolled away.  The wind had somehow refreshed her and she didn't feel as lightheaded as before.

Pulling her head back inside, she noticed Hermione's face was a pale green and had her head laying on Ron's lap.

"Is she ok?" Ginny asked.

"She'll be fine," Ron said.  "It seems our new Head-Girl can't take on more than a few glasses of champagne, though."

"Don't even say that word," moaned Hermione, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"GINNY! GINNY!"  came two new voices into the compartment.  It was Amy and Patricia, friends of Ginny's. 

"Oh, no! Not them Ginny!" moaned Hermione again.  "I can't stand them when I'm feeling good!"

Ron, Harry, and Ginny exchanged smiles.  It was no secret that Amy and Patricia were quite taken with Ron, much to Hermione's displeasure.

"Hi Ron!" The two girls said breathlessly as they rushed into the compartment.

"Hello!" Ron said pleasantly.  Amy and Patricia turned the same identical shade of pink.

"Hello," said Harry.

"Hi Harry," replied the two, their eyes never once looking in his direction.  Ginny suppressed a laugh and led her friends back out, both looking back over their shoulders.

"Think Ron and Hermione might break up this year?" Amy asked hopefully.

"You ask me that every year," Ginny said.  "And the answer is still the same.  How was your summer?"  she asked, hoping to get the subject off of her brother.  These two could turn quite nauseating if not distracted quickly.

"Fine," said Patricia.  "Although I thought you were going to invite us over for the summer!"

"What?!  I never said that!  And you were going to Switzerland!" Ginny said.  She pointed to Amy, who was also looking rather insulted.  "And you visited that cousin of yours in America! How was that anyway?"

"Ooooooh!" cried Amy, her eyes lighting up.  "It was wonderful!  American men are incredible!  So sexy!"

"Speaking of men," Patricia interrupted, giving Ginny a sideways glance.  "What's this I heard about you and Peter Byrne?"

Ginny was shocked.  "What? Nothing!  He got into a fight at Flourish and Blotts with Malfoy and Hermione and I fixed him up."  Ginny quickly explained the previous day's events.

"Peter's a really nice guy," Patricia said when Ginny had stopped talking.  "And very nice looking."

"Very nice looking," Amy agreed.  "I bet you could bounce a quarter off his ass!"

"He's al—WHAT!?!?"

Amy giggled.  "That's an expression I picked up in America."

"But what does it mean?" asked Patricia.

"And what's a quarter?" piped Ginny.

"American Muggle money.  I think it means he has a nice butt."

"Wow!" said Patricia.  "Speaking of that,  I bet you could bounce on of those off of Ron's—"

I'M NOT LISTENING TO THIS!  EWWWW!

"Oh, come on Ginny!" Patricia said, noticing the look of horror on Ginny's face.  "Think about all those hours on a broomstick.  And don't tell me you've never noticed Harry's!"

"I am not going to discuss Harry Potter's---!" Ginny sputtered, her face heating up.

"Don't be such a prude," scolded Amy.  "You and Harry have been together for a year!  You are going to be Quidditch captain!  Think about having to go into the locker rooms to give pep-talks and stuff!"

"Wow!"  drooled Patricia.  "You are so lucky!"

Ginny had had enough.  "I'm going to go back into the other compartment and pretend this conversation never took place!"  And Ginny sped through the doors before her friends could say another word.

Ginny found Ron and Harry playing a game of exploding snap, while Hermione was stretched out on a neighboring seat, fast asleep with Crookshanks purring softly at her side.

Taking a seat across from Hermione, Ginny rummaged through her trunk looking for a book.  Propping her feet up in the seat, she began to read. 

Don't pretend you aren't thinking about it!

I'm not thinking about anything, except what's going to happen in the next chapter.

Uh-huh.  Pull the other one.  You're thinking about bouncing quarters!  Admit it!

I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT!

Ginny quickly looked up to see if anyone else had heard that.  Ron and Harry had grown tired of their game and were now snoozing.  Hermione was out cold on the seat across from her.

But honestly, you two have been together for a year!  And you've never even bothered to check out his—

This is ridiculous!  I am not going to have such a conversation with you.

The witch with the lunch trolley stuck her head through the door and called out "Anything off the cart, dearies?"  Ginny nearly jumped out of her skin.

Harry and Ron both jerked awake.  "Want something, Gin?"  Harry asked, stretching.

"Something with chocolate in it, please."  Harry fumbled around in his jeans for his moneybag.

What perfect timing!  Go on!  Do it!  You know you want to!

I won't do it!

Harry walked up to the witch and began to buy snacks for everyone.

It's the perfect chance!  Do it now!  Do it!  You're just being naturally curious, that all.  It's your God given right as his girlfriend!

Ginny stretched, under the pretense of looking to see what Harry was buying.  She quickly looked down at her book again.

Well?

Oh, yeah.  I could bounce a quarter like Moody bounced Draco Malfoy as a ferret.