A/n: I understand that a lot of you think I need to update sooner. I'll try to update at least every two weeks, but keep in mind that I have parents who keep me from being on the computer for very long. Not to mention that I have two other stories that need updating as well. Thanx! Pottergirl
Disclaimer: lets see, the scourgify charm is from JKR, the hangover potion is from . . . the person who first thought of it. Thanks to that person!
Ginny silently closed the door to Harry's office, sighing softly. "Thank god we didn't see a student. Could you imagine if there was a new legendary trio under an invisibility cloak watching us levitating to men up here?"
Hermione's lips curved into a small smile as she opened a potions book and began flipping through it until she found the correct page."What do you think we should do? Of course I'll end up forgiving Ron in the end . . . After all, I'm pregnant with his baby. I don't think I'd be able to handle bringing up a child alone."
Ginny was silent until she had all the potion ingredients out of the cupboard. "I don't know about Harry. I love him too much to truly give up on him, it's just that this whole thing with Dumbledore is dragging me down. Could you hand me the knife?"
"I understand where you're going Ginny, but did you ever consider what Harry was saying? Oh, and you need to sharpen it a bit, it's rather dull."
"Well, no. Guess I should have let him talk, huh?"
Hermione nodded, measuring out three tablespoons of dragon blood. " But Harry really should tell Dumbledore. Actually, I have a feeling that he might even already know."
"Why d'you say that?" Ginny asked as she chopped up guynead roots.
"Because he's Dumbledore. He just knows everything." She shrugged and continued to stir the boiling potion until it turned clear.
"Eh, it smells just as bad as my robes do," Ginny coughed, covering her nose. "Is it finished?"
Hermione snapped the book shut with a flourish. "Yes, it just has to cool. In no time, we'll be able to get these prats out of their drunken stupor and have our way with them."
"Anyway, back to Harry. What do you think I should do?"
"Well," Hermione paused, ladling the hangover potion into two equal goblets. "Give him a mental kick by making it seem as though you've broken up with him. Knowing Harry, he'll do anything he can to get you back."
Ginny licked her lips. "Well, if you think it will knock some sense into him."
"Oh it will, don't worry. He really does love you. You know that right?"
"Of coarse I do! If I didn't, why do you think I'd be making this Idiotic potion? If i knew he didn't love me, I'd let him have a huge headace in the morning."
Hermione grinned, handing Ginny a goblet. "Let's put on a face then."
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Harry vaguely realized that someone was pressing a bottle to his lips. The liquid poured down his throat with a slight tingling sensation, making him feel more awake. Though it tasted and smelled terrible, he gulped it down. Groaning, he opened his eyes to see Ginny staring down at him with a goblet
Slowly the memories started to come back to Harry as he looked up at Ginny's face. His eyes traveled down and he saw with a guilty realization that her robes were filthy.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Ginny had stood up, walking over to Ron and Hermione. Ron too was being revived. The sight of Ron made his stomach clench.
Oh my God.
Ron was sitting up, looking at Hermione with guilt written all over his face. "Mione. . . . You know that whatever . . . Whatever happened over there it-it wasn't true."
Hermione pursed her lips, waiting for Ron to continue. "Those women meant nothing to us. Right Harry?"
Ron looked over at Harry with a pleading expression. "I think what Ron is trying to say is . . . well, you guys know we didn't do this on purpose, right?"
Ginny smirked, crossing her arms. "Actually in a way you did. You idiots chose to get drunk, this was just your consequence."
Harry closed his eyes briefly, thinking hard for a way to get out of the situation he and Ron had lodged themselves in. "Ron and I should never have done what we did, even if we were drunk. You guys have the right to do whatever you want with us."
Ron opened his mouth in protest, but closed it quikley when he saw the look Harry was giving him. Instead, Ron glanced up at Hermione, biting his lip.
"Ron," Hermione finally said. "We're going to discuss this at your flat. Maybe then I can think of a good punishment."
Ron nodded silently as he and Hermione walked over to the fireplace leaving Ginny and Harry alone.
Harry swallowed, waiting for Ginny to say something as she preformed a scourgify spell on her robes and turned to leave the room. When she was feet away from the door, she turned her head to face Harry.
"I-I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow. Goodnight Professor Potter."
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The next day Ginny sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts staring at the thirty question practice exam in front of her. It was proving to be very hard to ignore the green eyes she knew were boring into the top of her head. Ginny tried to concentrate on the questions in front her.
28. What is the Lethifold? A rare creature found in tropical climates that has the appearance of a black cloak. It smothers wizards/witches in their sleep, then slowly digests them.
29. How does one repel the Lethifold? By using the Patronus spell.
30. What can Harry Potter do to convince Ginny Weasley to forgive him?
Ginny dropped her quill, smudging ink all across her hand. She looked up into Harry's waiting eyes for the first time that day, raising her eyebrows. It was almost sad to look into his eyes. They held hope, guilt, and most of all love.
Let's see how much he loves me.
She hurriedly scribbled down her answer, rolled of her parchment, then walked up to Harry's desk. He held out a hand for her paper, his gaze unmoving. As Ginny put the paper into his palm, their fingers brushed lightly, sending a shiver down her spine.
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Harry watched Ginny go back to her seat, then unrolled her quiz. Not even bothering to correct the majority of the quiz, he scanned down to her last answer.
Talk to Dumbledore.
Harry ran his hands through his hair, thinking hard. If he went to Dumbledore and told him about Ginny, then he would surely loose the old man's trust. However, Ginny meant more to him then anyone in the world, including Dumbledore.
"Okay class, if you have not handed in your quiz yet, please do so."
The students walked up to his desk, placing their quizzes in his hand. Harry smiled lightly as some glared at him for giving out such a hard quiz.
The best part about being a professor.
He waited a moment before dismissing the students to lunch and taking out a piece of clean parchment. Pausing, Harry tried to mentally word out his letter to Dumbledore. After all, he was basically resigning from his job.
Professor Dumbledore,
I am sorry to admit that I have had a relationship one of my students.
"This isn't right," Harry mumbled. "I'm not sorry to be dating Ginny. It's one of the best things that has ever happened to me."
He scratched his head, thinking.
Professor Dumbledore,
I have been involved with Ginny Weasley for some time now.
"Urg, that doesn't sound right. He'll get the idea that we've . . . UHHH! What am I going to do?"
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"Ginny, are you okay? You seem rather glum."
Ginny looked up from behind her plate of untouched beef casserole. "No, I'm okay Luna. It's just that . . . Well come on, I can't tell you here."
Luna grunted slightly as Ginny grasped her arm, pulling her away from the Great Hall. She tried her best to run after Ginny's curtain of red hair that disappeared behind the corridors until they stopped at the Owlery.
Panting lightly, Ginny beckoned Luna to follow her up the stairs. When the both settled the best they could in the dropping infested room, Ginny began to talk.
"Well, I told you that I wanted Harry to speak to Dumbledore, right?"
"I think so, why?"
"He still hasn't done it."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "Still?"
"Yes. We got in a big fight, and haven't talked since. Then today in class, Harry handed out these practice quizzes for the upcoming exam. It was kind of hard, but then on the last question he-"
Ginny shifted. Would it be alright to tell Luna about Ron and Hermione's baby and the whole affaire the night before?
It's Hermione's business about the baby, and mine about Harry getting drunk. Better skip that part.
"He asked me what he should do so that I would forgive him."
Luna bit her lip thinking. "So you wrote that you wanted him to talk to Dumbledore?"
"Yeah. Do you think it was the right thing to do? I mean, what if he doesn't take me seriously?"
Luna waved her hand. "No, I think it's exactly the right thing to do. Everything will turn out well in the end, don't worry."
Ginny smiled, the weight of her doubts lifted. In a much better mood, she decided to say hi to Hedwig before they left. Strangely enough, Harry's owl was no where to be seen.
"Luna, do you see Hedwig?"
"Nope." Luna, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, obviously not caring in the least about the snowy owl's whereabouts.
"Can we go back to the Great Hall, I never got a chance to eat lunch."
"Sure . . . " As they left the Owlery, Ginny couldn't help but wonder what Harry was doing.
Who is he sending a letter to? Is he even using Hedwig at all? Ginny's thoughts carried her down to the table where once again, she hardly touched a thing.
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Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, enjoying a good conversation with one of the portraits in his office when an owl flew through the open window.
The old man looked curiously at it for a moment, immediately recognizing it as Harry's owl. He slowly untied the parchment from Hedwig's outstretched leg, all the while wondering what the young professor wanted.
Perhaps he was finally revealing his relationship with a certain Miss Weasley. Dumbledore smiled at the thought, his moustache twitching.
He had known for quite a while of the young couple's activities. There were even some points were he wondered why none of the students had noticed the looks and gestures that the two had been sending each other throughout Hogwarts.
Then again, maybe they do.
The Headmaster chuckled, his fingers unfastening the sealed letter from Harry. It was briefer then he had expected.
Professor Dumbledore,
Could you make time for me to see you in your office this evening? It is all well appreciated.
Respectfully,
Harry
Dumbledore turned the letter over to the blank side of the parchment.
Harry,
This evening at 7:30 will be perfect.
Sincerely,
Albus (I'm your colleague now, not your professor, feel free to use my first name)
After fastening his reply back onto the ready owl's leg, Dumbledore leaned back into his chair, ready to relax.
"Are we going to continue our conversation?" An annoyed portrait suddenly asked.
An: I'll update sooner this time, its almost holiday season! Can you all say victory? Lol, please R & R. thanx