A/N: FF.net is back! Hooray!! Ok, so big apologies for not getting this out like I promised. If you want, blame Queens Imogen, Sue, and Anne for the delay…they always get me sidetracked with their wonderful stories which can all be found on our yahoo! group the Queens of H/G. And if you were a member of the QoHG, you would know exactly what's coming in the next chapter of "The Captain" (since I posted a preview up on there) and are probably wearing a really, really, big, evil grin right about now. ; ) For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about let's just say it would explain my towel obsession, and why I've been receiving daily death threats to finish writing this chapter…

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. It all belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers.

This chapter is dedicated to all the Queens of H/G, who constantly make me LMFAO until I PML!

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"Some Chocolate Frogs, some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, cauldron cakes, and some pumpkin fizz, please." Harry paid the lunch trolley witch for the sweets and turned around, his arms loaded, just in time to see Ginny quickly duck her head back down behind the seat. Her face was as red as he'd ever seen it.

Blimey! Why is she blushing so? What happened?

I don't know. Look at her, she's absolutely glowing. Harry stopped in front of Ginny's seat and waited for her to look up. She didn't. In fact, Ginny was holding the book so close to her face that it was a wonder she could see it at all. Harry could only see the tips of her ears, which were so red that they made her vivid hair pale in comparison.

"Ginny? Didn't you want something with chocolate in it?"

"Wha-oh!" She jumped at the sound of his voice and nearly dropped the book she was holding. "Hi, Harry! What are you up to?" Ginny quickly closed the book, placed it on her lap, and folded her hands together on top of it. She blinked up at him with a politely confused expression, as though she wasn't too sure of what was going on.

Has she lost her mind?

"Well…I asked if you wanted something to eat, and you said you wanted something with chocolate in it and unless I'm very much mistaken, I think that these have chocolate in them." Harry held out the bag of Chocolate Frogs to her. "Hence the name, Chocolate Frog."

Ginny looked at the proffered sweet for a moment. "Oh, yes. I remember."

Harry suddenly grinned. "What's up Gin?" he teased. If it was possible, her face turned even redder. Harry plopped down on the seat and whispered, "What are you thinking about that's got you blushing so?"

"What makes you think I was thinking about something? I wasn't thinking about anything! I have nothing to think about!" She hissed out quickly, looking at everything in the train compartment but him.

"Were you thinking about me and how much you want to kiss me senseless?" Harry whispered into her ear, smiling when he saw her shiver slightly. Ginny rolled her eyes and grabbed the Chocolate Frog from him.

"Unlike some people I know, I do not always think about snogging," said Ginny, shaking her head.

"Really? Could've fooled me," said Harry, thinking about earlier that morning when he had been pleasantly awakened to her kiss. They had fallen asleep on the downstairs couch and had only minutes to dash upstairs to their rooms before everyone at the Burrow started to wake up.

Ginny made a "tuh—ing" sound under her breath and went back to eating her Frog and reading her book. Harry, however, was still in a mood to play. He made to grab the book from her, feeling a bit annoyed that it held her attentions instead of him.

"You're going to get hurt if you try something like that," Ginny said, just as Harry's hand reached out to snatch the offending tome from her.

"Really? You'd injure your favorite Seeker?" Harry asked in a slightly playful, hurt tone. "Would you visit me in the hospital at least?" A miniscule smile formed at the corners of her mouth. His heart did a sort of flip-flop, as it normally did when he knew Ginny had taken his bait.

"No, but I'd send you another get-well card," she replied, at last looking up from her book with laughter in her brown eyes. Harry knew Ginny was referring to the time she had sent him a get-well card in his third year when he had taken a nasty fall from his broomstick. Harry grinned as he remembered how she blushed and handed him a get-well card that she had made herself, and then ran from the room.

"By the way, that wasn't your voice on there was it?" Harry asked as tactfully as he could without hurting her feelings. It sang very shrilly and Harry had to keep it under a bowl of fruit to keep it quiet. He winced as he remembered the screeching sound coming from the card in what was supposed to have been some sort of song, although Harry didn't know it and wouldn't have recognized it at any rate.

Ginny giggled hysterically, apparently not the least bit offended. "No," she gasped. "That was Percy in the shower."

"What?!?"

Ginny was now doubled over in fits, and Ron had to shush them so that they wouldn't wake up Hermione who was still curled up in the seat opposite them. "That was Percy singing in the shower," she repeated gleefully. "I had Fred and George sneak into the Prefect's bathroom and use a recording charm. Wasn't it hysterical?"

"So why on earth did you give it to me? Wait, I don't think I want to know the answer to that," Harry quickly amended. Even though they had been together for almost a year, she never ceased to amaze him. Just when he thought he had her all figured out, she completely turned his world on end. He loved it.

"I thought you could use a laugh," Ginny said. "Especially after what you'd just gone through. Come on Harry, didn't you just want to howl with laughter when you heard that? Why did you think I gave it to you?"

Harry felt himself flush. "Oh…well…you see...I…uh...th-thought it was because you…you know…" he gestured vaguely with his hand.

Ginny busted out laughing again. "Shhh!" Ron hissed. "You're going to wake Hermione!"

"Sorry!" Ginny replied, still trying to keep her chuckles under control. "My, my," she said after a few moments. "Someone sure had a big head even at the tender age of thirteen."

"I don't have a big head!" Harry protested loudly, earning another sharp glance from Ron. To change the subject, Harry brought the conversation back 'round to the original topic. "So what were you blushing so about earlier?" he asked in hopes of catching her off guard. He smiled when he saw that telltale red slowly creep back into her cheeks.

"I…was…not…blushing…about…anything," said Ginny through gritted teeth, her eyes glinting warningly. Harry knew when to back down and this was definitely the time to do so without getting burned by the fire-breathing dragon Ginny could quickly transform into. Although he'd never been the recipient of her temper, he'd seen it displayed quite frequently and was always amazed that such a fierce temper could come from someone so small.

"Ok, ok." Harry said, still grinning as he threw up his hands in surrender. "I get the point." He could hardly contain his laughter as Ginny ripped into another Chocolate Frog and bit into the collector's card. She spat it out angrily.

"Hey Ginny! Are these ok to eat?" Ron whispered loudly from across the aisle. He had a handful of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in his hand. Hermione snorted, muttered something about test scores, and rolled over. Crookshanks opened one lamplight yellow eye and snuggled back against Hermione, purring softly.

"Yes, those are fine," Ginny replied, inspecting the beans. Ginny had a supernatural talent at knowing exactly what flavor the beans were just by looking at them. She was very fond of using this talent to her advantage and loved nothing more than to pick out all the regular flavored beans and hand some unsuspecting person a bag full of the nasty ones.

"Can I have one?" he asked Ron. Harry took out a green one that he knew would be grass flavored and munched on it, watching Ginny from the corner of his eye as she unfolded her book and began to read again. Her face wasn't as flushed as it had been minutes earlier, but it was still a deep shade of red.

God, I love it when she blushes like that. It's so adorable.

I know, she blushes with her entire body and not just her ears like Ron does. I bet even her toes are pink.

Take it easy. Thinking about all the places on Ginny that could be a bit flushed at the moment is not a safe topic. Especially when we've got no nice big, thick Hogwarts robes to hide any physical reaction such thoughts might cause. Especially with her brother sitting across the aisle from us. Especially when we can't do anything about the situation. Especially---

Oh, alright you prat! I get the bloody point!

Harry quietly shifted in his seat and glanced over at the bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, remembering something he had once heard regarding the effects of eating a certain color…

Must be something about the green ones.

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Two hours later found Harry quietly snoozing, his head lolling back and forth on Ginny's shoulder with the movement of the train. She shifted a bit, and Harry, disturbed from the movement, buried his face in the curve of her neck and pulled her closer, nestling her against him more comfortably. Ginny made a small mewling sound and absently kissed the top of his head. In such a dream-like state, it was no wonder Harry barely even heard the doors open.

"Aren't we all snug and cozy?" came a hearty male voice accompanied by high-pitched giggles. Harry lazily cocked one eye open and took in the sandy haired form of Seamus Finnigan standing over him and giving him a wicked smile. His best friend Dean Thomas stood next to him and wore the same knowing expression. They both winked slyly. The high-pitched giggling came from none other than those silly girls Ginny sometimes hung out with. Patty and Anne, or something like that.

"Go 'way, Seamus," Harry muttered, stretching and yawning slightly, pulling Ginny even closer to him.

"Now is that anyway to treat your fellow Gryffindors?" said Seamus, plopping down contentedly in the seat across from them. Looking over in the direction of Ron, Harry noticed that Hermione had, at some point, moved over, and was now curled around Ron like a cat. Ginny's friends sat down on either side of Seamus, who waggled his eyebrows at Harry and wrapped an arm around each girl, who both sighed as they looked over at Ron.

Oh great. The Ron Weasley Fan Club is here. Harry glared at the two girls. They were oblivious to him as they watched Ron tuck Hermione closer to him.

Wonder why Ginny is friends with them.

Isn't it obvious? Ginny feels sorry for them; they'd have no friends otherwise if it wasn't for her.

You're right. She's such a giving person. Harry smiled admiringly over in her direction. She was just waking up, and Harry now had something else to add to his grudge with the Ron Weasley Fan Club, disturbing Ginny's sleep.

" 'Lo, Seamus. Dean," said Ginny with a small yawn.

"Ah, so the school's most beautiful Quidditch captain has decided to wake up and grace us with her presence," said Dean, flashing her a blinding grin that showed all of his teeth.

"Speaking of you, Gin," Seamus began, taking a rolled up piece of paper from his jeans pockets and tossing it to her. "Did you happen to see this?"

Ginny caught the paper and unrolled it, her bright brown eyes widening so that they were the size of Hagrid's tea saucers. Harry looked over Ginny's shoulder to see what was going on, his own jaw dropping when he read what the headline was of this morning's edition of The Daily Prophet.

"What is it?" Ron quietly asked from his seat, his neck craning to view the paper too. "What's it say then?"

Harry felt Ginny take a deep breath as she began to read:

Hogwarts Newest Quidditch Star

by Chryslin McCallum

Some of the world's greatest Quidditch players ever known have received their start from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Miss Ginny Weasley, Chaser and the newly appointed captain of the Gryffindor House team, has the potential to be added to this esteemed list, joining fellow Gryffindors Oliver Wood and "Dangerous" Dai Llewellyn. Nearly seventeen years old, Miss Weasley has the "speed, agility, and reflexes of a world class Chaser," according to renown Quidditch expert and author Kennilworthy Whisp. Miss Weasley astounded the audience at the Quality Quidditch Supplies store in Diagon Alley last evening when she became the first to fly the new Firebolt Chaser. Walter Simons, President of Firebolt Broom Company, Ltd., unveiled his new creation, along with special guests Kennilworthy Whisp and designer Michael Moran.

The Firebolt Chaser is just the start of the new line of Firebolt's professional Quidditch Line, and sports a new sleekness not seen in the previous models. The deep mahogany handle is protected by five coats of liquid diamond polish, and each birch twig is honed to ultra-dynamic proportions.

However amazing the Firebolt Chaser is, it took second place to the flyer. Miss Weasley, daughter of Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, stole the show as she put the broom through its paces. A bright, vivacious redhead, Miss Weasley is the youngest of seven children, and the only girl. She joined the Gryffindor team last year, as Chaser, helping her team to a spectacular Quidditch cup win against the house of Slytherin. And she's not the only Quidditch player in her family. Her older brother Charlie and twin brothers Fred and George (last year's co-Captains) also played for Gryffindor. Her brother Ronald Weasley is the current Keeper on the team, a position he has held for three years.

"She's been flying before she could walk," says Ron Weasley. "We're all flyers, I mean there's enough of us to start our own Quidditch team if we wanted," he adds. "But we all new Ginny had something special. It was my suggestion that she try out for the team last year."

"YOU WHAT??" Ginny roared, making Harry want to cover his ears, and causing everyone in the compartment to jump a good ten feet in the air. "You gave me hell for almost two months you bastard!" Sweets flew everywhere as Ginny launched herself towards her brother, and Harry had to act fast by leaping in front of Ginny to block her.

"Ron, really!" Hermione scolded, obviously now awake, although Harry had no idea for how long. "And Ginny! Watch your language," she added.

"How was I to know she'd print that?" Ron defended himself, edging so far back against the window that Harry was sure he'd fall through it at any moment.

"She had a Quick Quotes Quill, you idiot!" Ginny snarled, once again making Harry's ears ring with her yells, as he kept a firm grasp around her waist. "Of course she was going to print it!"

Hermione shot Ron an exasperated glance as she diplomatically said, "Why don't you stop trying to break our ear drums and finish the article, Gin? I want to see what else it says." Harry bit his lip to keep from grinning as Ginny flushed scarlet, and pushed herself from his grip. She stomped back over to their seat, summoning the newspaper from where ever she had thrown it in her fury and began to read again.

If what her brother says is true, then it was no wonder Miss Weasley was chosen to test out the Firebolt Chaser. During his introduction, Mr. Simons announced that the maximum speed was three hundred miles per hour. Miss Weasley was clocked at three hundred fifteen miles per hour, not only delighting the creator and the crowd with her performance, but also earning a spot in the record books as the fastest human to ever fly a broom.

"I didn't know that," Ginny whispered, her mouth moving silently as she reread the last sentence. "Wow!"

"Maybe you'll get an award for that!" exclaimed Seamus excitedly.

"Or a spot in the Quidditch Hall of Fame," piped up Dean.

"Or at least some money out of it," chimed in Ron.

Ginny nodded wordlessly, just before continuing the article.

"It was the most incredible feeling I've ever had," said Miss Weasley breathlessly when asked how she felt to be flying the new Firebolt. "You don't realise how fast you're going at all. Everything just sort of slows down, like you're in slow motion."

When asked about her plans for the future and perhaps turning towards professional Quidditch, Miss Weasley smiled shyly and replied, "I'm too busy right now to think about what's going to happen two years from now. I've got a Quidditch cup to win this year."

Winning the Hogwarts Quidditch cup may not be easy this year, as Miss Weasley has to find two new Beaters to replace her brothers Fred and George, and two new Chasers, who all finished their schooling last year. The two remaining positions are held by her brother Ron, who is Keeper, and boyfriend Harry Potter, who plays Seeker. But with Miss Weasley's combined talent and confidence, it seems like victory is just ahead.

"And that's it," Ginny finished. "There's one of the pictures we took last night," she added and Harry glanced down to see Ginny with Mr. Simons and Kennilworthy Whisp, smiling as she held the broom stick in front of her.

"That is so cool!" Ron exclaimed happily. "I mean, we were all mentioned! And I was in there three times!" he gloated, beaming over at Ginny, who laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're all famous now," she smirked, folding the newspaper up and handing it back to Seamus. "I wonder where she got "confidence" from, I was so nervous when she started to interview me, thinking she'd be another Rita Skeeter or something."

"So, when are tryouts, Ginny?" asked Seamus. "I heard that Colin Creevey's little brother is pretty fast."

"I have to talk to Madam Hooch to reserve the pitch first, but I think it'll be a week from Saturday," Ginny replied, picking up another Chocolate Frog.

"I'm going to go for the commentary position," said Dean. "Now that Lee Jordan is gone, the position is open."

"Great!" said Harry. "We need another Gryffindor commentating. I don't think I could bear it if a Slytherin got the job."

"Slimy bastards," spat Seamus, screwing up his face in extreme dislike.

"Watch your language Seamus," said Ron, placing his hands over Hermione's ears. She shrugged him off and went back to reading her book, bored once the topic turned to Quidditch.

"Shut up, Prefect!" Ginny replied, grinning evilly at her brother. Harry stifled a laugh as Ron's ears turned pink.

"Prefect!" said Dean and Seamus together, looking horrified.

"Ron, you made prefect again?" said Ginny's friend Anne, no wait!—Harry suddenly remembered her name was Amy and the other was named Patricia.

"He's just so brilliant," sighed Patricia.


"He's brought shame to the Weasley family," said Ginny, shaking her head sadly. "I'll never live it down."

Ron's ears turned even redder. "Shut up! You're just jealous because you didn't make prefect," he said, smirking at them in a satisfied sort of way. Harry laughed as he thought about the incident last year that kept Ginny from being a prefect, an incident that he was a quite willing partner in. A slight pink appeared on Ginny's cheeks, and Harry's smile grew bigger.

"You're just jealous because we didn't let you in on that prank!" Ginny shot back, grinning in a satisfied manner. Ron's expression turned dark and Harry knew he'd have to quickly diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.

"Be careful Gin, or he might take ten points from Gryffindor!" Harry joked, grinning at Ron.

Ron grinned back, stretching his long frame out and propping his legs up on the opposite seat. "Nah, I only take points from Slytherin." Ron was famous for taking points from Slytherins for reasons such as breathing or looking ugly. Harry recalled one incident in Potions where Ron had walked up behind Crabbe and Goyle and shouted "Ten points from Slytherin for smelling like something a troll puked up!" The points were never taken from the house of course, prefects had to have approval for doing such, but Ron never tired of trying.

Just then, Hermione let out a small shriek as something small and green landed in her lap.

"Sorry," said Neville Longbottom as he burst into the compartment, "But has anyone seen—"

"He's right here!" said everyone in unison, causing Neville to jump. Trevor the toad had once again escaped Neville. Harry frowned as he looked over at the toad, who, after seven years of living with Neville Longbottom, was looking worse for the wear. Of course that was to be expected when Trevor was the guinea-pig for their Potions assignments, and Snape took great delight in torturing both the pet and its owner.

"Trevor!" Neville grabbed the toad from Hermione and clutched the pet to him. Trevor let out a half-hearted croak just before he was stuffed under Neville's hat.

"Don't tell me you've managed to lose that toad again, Longbottom." Draco Malfoy strolled in from the opposite side of the compartment, flagged by Crabbe and Goyle who now had to duck their heads as they trudged in behind Malfoy. "You were lucky that it didn't find its way over to me. I could have used it for Bludger practice since Crabbe and Goyle are my new Beaters."

Neville went pale at this and shoved his hat down more protectively over Trevor, who could still be heard croaking. Harry was very pleased to note that Draco still had a bruised up face from his encounter with Peter yesterday evening at Flourish and Blotts. Although it irked him to no end that he hadn't been the one to damage the pale skinned face, he still could admire the way Draco's eye was still very purple and swollen.

"Going for size rather than skill again are you, Draco?" Ginny asked.

"At least my team's already assembled, all you have is Scar-Face and the Weasel here," Draco retorted, sneering down at Ginny. Harry and Ron both jumped up instantly, wands out and aimed directly at Malfoy.

"Was there something you wanted Malfoy?" Hermione asked, standing up as well, in efforts to keep Ron's temper in check by placing her hand on his chest.

Before Malfoy could form a reply, or a scathing retort as was his norm, Crabbe and Goyle caused a distraction. Harry looked over to see that Crabbe was turning a shocking shade of yellow, so bright that Harry almost needed a sunglass charm to protect his eyes from the glare. Goyle was a beautiful pinkish rose, like the color of the clouds at sunset. Everything about them was the same color, from their hair right on down to the clothing they wore. Even Malfoy shaded his eyes as he looked at Crabbe. Only Ginny and Ron seemed undisturbed by this event and each was nearly doubled over with laughter.

"Are those new, Ron?" Ginny asked, giggling as both Crabbe and Goyle tried to wipe the colors off themselves.

"Yes," gasped Ron, pointing at the small pile of sweets. "Fred and George sent them to me this morning. New and improved, with longer color time!" Ron chortled, barely able to keep his wand focused on Malfoy from laughing so hard. His eyes falling on the pile of brightly colored and wrapped pieces, Harry realized what had happened. Crabbe and Goyle were the latest victims of Ginny Gems, brightly colored bits of hard candy that Ginny had developed with the help of her brothers. Harry had once turned a bright green from unknowingly eating the sweets.

"Don't worry Malfoy, your…er…bodyguards will be back to normal in about three hours," Ron grinned evilly. "That should be just in time for the Sorting Ceremony, I believe. In the mean time, here—" Ron conjured a pair of sunglasses and tossed them to Draco. "That should help cut down the glare. Oh, and twenty points each from Slytherin for making my eyes hurt."

Draco made a sudden move towards Ron, but a new voice stopped him.

"Don't tell me you're causing trouble again Malfoy! Didn't I teach you a lesson yesterday?" Harry turned sideways, his wand still aimed at Malfoy, but to look at the new intruder.

Geez, who is this guy? Superman? The first mention of trouble and he appears out of nowhere? Give me a break!

Peter Byrne was standing behind Harry and Ron, and Harry frowned as he suddenly felt very short. Although he was now just a few inches short of six feet tall, he had to almost tilt his head back to see Peter, who was half a foot taller than he was. A tense silence filled the train as both Malfoy and Peter stared unblinking at the other, and Harry had the impression that Peter and Malfoy probably had as much hatred for each other as Harry and Malfoy had.

Oh, sod it! Any enemy of Malfoy's is a friend of mine. Well, almost.

"Psssst! Ginny! I sure do wish I had a whole bag full of quarters, don't you?" Amy's words broke through the silence, followed by some high-pitched giggling from Patricia. Harry looked over just in time to see Ginny's face turn its trademark bright red as she aimed a kick at Amy.

When Harry turned back to Draco, it was to find him still staring at Peter as though he was trying to decide if he could take him on. Common sense must have penetrated however, since Draco just gave everyone one long scowl and strode out, pushing the colored figures of Crabbe and Goyle in front of him with a "Come on you stupid gits!"

Ginny let out a small laugh. "You have impeccable timing, Peter."

"Thanks Ginny," Peter said, grinning. "Actually I just wondered if you'd seen the Daily Prophet article this morning."

Ginny blushed again, causing Harry to grind his teeth for some reason. "Yes, I did. Didn't know it would make front page, though. Oh, do you know everyone?" Ginny quickly introduced Peter to Seamus, Dean, Amy and Patricia, the latter of which giggled again as Peter greeted them.

"So your uncle's Michael Moran, then?" Seamus asked. "Wow! I bet you've got one of the first Firebolts ever!"

Peter laughed in an embarrassed sort of way. "Well, it has a pretty low registration number. One hundred to be exact."

"Amazing!" said Neville. "Harry's got a Firebolt too! What's the number on it, Harry?"

It was Harry's turn to flush as he tried to think, wondering whether it would be too much if he said ninety-nine. Ginny took the decision from him.

"It's one hundred twenty-seven," she said matter of factly, as though she was Hermione trying to answer the next question in Transfiguration.

Damn it! Can't even give me a chance to lie, can she?

What, does she have the thing memorized? She's only been on the blasted thing once!

"Yes, well…I just wanted to see if you knew about the article," Peter said awkwardly. "I'll see you later, ok?"

"Sure!" Ginny replied, an a tone that Harry thought was a bit too friendly. "Thanks a lot."

What the hell is she thanking him for? He didn't do anything!

"Bye Peter!" chimed in Amy and Patricia, their eyes glued to his back as he left. The conversation turned back to Quidditch as though there had been no interruptions from Neville, Malfoy, or bloody Superman Peter Byrne.

Harry returned to his seat next to Ginny, not realizing how hard he ripped into his cauldron cake until it popped out of the package and hit him on the nose.

"Careful there, Harry!" Ginny laughed, returning to the conversation with Seamus and Dean. Harry grumbled, and sat back in the seat, biting into his cake with great fervor.

Ok, why don't we just get this all out in the open now, eh?

There's nothing to get out in the open! Absolutely nothing, except I'm really beginning to hate this Peter—"Hey, look I'm Superman with a Firebolt"—Byrne!

That's not what I'm talking about and you know it? And just for the record, I don't like him either. I was referring to our reaction to that Daily Prophet article.

Oh, that.  It's nothing really. Just a bit of surprise.

Surprise? Seven years of waking up before the crack of dawn, got my arm de-boned in second year, fell of the damn broom in my third, got my nose broke in fifth, nearly was decapitated last year, and all I get is "boyfriend Harry Potter, who plays Seeker"? What about being the youngest Seeker in over a hundred years? What about a nearly perfect record of catching the Snitch?

I am NOT jealous of my girlfriend! I refuse to be so! She's deserved all the attention; she's a wonderful flyer! One of the best I've ever seen! I'm not a jealous guy! I AM NOT JEALOUS OF GINNY!

Fine. Ok, ok. We're not jealous.

Fine then.

Fine.

Harry snatched a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and tore them open, grabbing a bean out and biting down so hard on it in fury that his teeth gnashed together.

Ginny leaned over to whisper in his ear, sending ripples of electricity up and down his spine. "Remind me to tell you something I heard about those green ones."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Ok, I want everyone to know that I was up until 5:30 am writing this and it is probably one of the longest, if not the longest chapter I've ever written. Apologies to Imogen for not working in her favorite saying, but I'll do that in the next chapter. Speaking of the next chapter…**grins evilly**…I'll try to have it out asap, especially since I've got some of it written already. There's a John Lennon song title floating about in here…see if you can find it. The chapter title itself is another Beatles reference. Shouldn't be to difficult.

And I updated "The Scar" last week with Chapter 7, but since the Author Alerts were down, perhaps no one knew. I say this only because I haven't received any reviews for it yet. : ( Same thing with "Socks, Sex, and Soapsuds," which I co-wrote with Imogen. The story's on her author page, just click on her name under my "Favorite Authors" and then go to "Socks, Sex, and Snape." Be sure to also check out Chryslin's "Deconstructing Harry," and Ashwinder's "From Across The Great Divide," both of which are wonderful stories, and one of the reasons why this chapter took so long for me to write since they distracted me.