Chapter 8

On Sunday morning, at six o'clock am, Ginny and her three friends bounced out of bed. They could not wait to exist in a world that contained Harry Potter! They wanted to breathe the same air he breathed and revel in the glory of being under the same roof as him as soon as possible.

"The air is especially fresh today and everything smells lovely!" cried Ginny joyfully. She did a funny little dance on the carpet.

"I just realized something, but the air we're breathing is bound to have some of the carbon dioxide that darling Harry exhaled which means we're breathing in some of the breath he exhaled which means that it's practically an indirect kiss!" giggled Ophelia. At this statement, all four girls began to swallow huge gulps of air.

"Waitaminute," said Juliet, "This means that everyone else in school is getting an indirect kiss from the gorgeous Harry Potter!"

"Oh no!" yelled Miranda, "The awesome Harry Potter is not allowed to kiss anyone except us, his devoted fans! We must deprive the rest of the world of this sacred air so that only we may breathe it!"

Ginny only laughed. "Don't be silly! Let's go look for him right now! Maybe we'll get a real kiss!"

"I can't wait!" sighed Juliet dreamily, "Hurry! We must leave immediately!" The four girls quickly got dressed and bounded out of the girls' dormitories. Then, they ran up the staircase and into the boys' dorm. They quickly located Harry's usual sleeping area. Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville were all sleeping soundly in their respective beds, but Harry just was not there!

"Harry Potter is not here!" sobbed Ophelia, devastated.

"Has this all been a lovely dream, a figment of my imagination?" murmured Juliet. "I should have known that such perfection as the awesome Harry Potter might only exist in the land of dreams!"

"O woe!" lamented Miranda, "That beauteous creature Harry has been stolen from my sight!"

"Where is Harry?" wondered Ginny. She pounced on Ron and gave him a solid smack on the face.

"Wha--?" gasped Ron sitting up with a start. He gave a piercing shriek when he saw Ginny.

"Eh?" mumbled Seamus sleepily from his bed, "Is someone getting murdered?"

"Who screamed?" groaned Dean. There was a bit of spittle next to his mouth.

Neville snorted a few times and continued sleeping.

"It's You-Know-Who!" screamed Ron, bolting out of bed and making a dash for the door. Ginny managed to tackle him around the legs and sat on him.

"It's just Ginny," muttered Seamus, still half asleep. The other boys turned over and continued sleeping. It was too early in the morning for their brains to function much, so they did not really care that girls were seeing them in that state.

"What do you want Ginny?" trembled Ron. Ginny wrapped her fingers around his scrawny neck.

"Tell us where Harry is," she hissed. This confirmed Ron's ludicrous theory.

"You're You-Know-Who!" gasped Ron in horror. He struggled wildly, but the other three girls jumped on him as well. "I'm not telling the likes of you where my best mate Harry is!"

"Tell us," snarled Ginny sinisterly. She pulled out her wand.

"No! Haven't you done enough to him? Leave him alone!" wheezed Ron, still resisting valiantly. The girls sure weighed a lot!

"Oh yea! That reminds me!" spoke up Juliet, "Harry's in the Hospital Wing!"

"Oh yea!" remembered the rest of the girls, except Ginny who wondered why. For some reason, she had no recollection of attacking Harry. They let Ron go, and trampled him in their rush for the door. They sped down to the common room, and stopped before the portrait hole, which had been magically repaired.

"I don't think we're going to be allowed to see Harry. The hospital wing isn't open yet!" remarked Ophelia, sadly.

"That's okay. We can always blast the door apart," replied Miranda.

"While we wait, why don't we make him some get well cards?" suggested Ginny.

"Great idea!" yelled Juliet, "Now we can declare our undying love for the great Harry Potter!" They all took out pieces of parchment and began to write.

Ginny paused, her quill held ready above the scrap of parchment and thought for a minute. Then she wrote:

With eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad

And hair as black as a chalkboard

An epitome of perfection is Harry Potter,

Who's one million miles way hotter,

Than You-Know-Who

Who's a big fat stinky poo

Love,

Ginny Weasley

Juliet wrote:

O Harry Potter-o

You are truly divine-o

'Cause you're my Romeo

Won't you be mine-o?

XOXOXO

Love, Juliet

Miranda wrote:

Darling, handsome, dreamy, gorgeous Harry, I love you! I love you ardently! I love you more than roosters love chickens and male rhinos love female rhinos! You're the most beauteous creature I have ever seen! I love you! I love you! By the way, did I tell you how much I love you? How can I put into words your charming smile, your sparkly green eyes that are the color of my Dazzling Green Apple nail polish, and your beautiful silky black hair that is darker than a void in space? I love you!

Love, love, love,

Miranda.

P.S. I think your scar is beautiful too. I love it!

Ophelia wrote:

My Beloved Harry,

I would do anything for you, even drown in a pool of flowers,

Because you make me feel higher than two towers,

My love will last an infinite amount of hours.

I want to send you Howlers.

Love,

Ophelia.

Ginny, having finished her poem, wandered over and looked at Ophelia's work.

"Why Howlers?" asked Ginny.

"I needed something that rhymed with flowers," replied Ophelia.

"Howlers doesn't rhyme with flowers," pointed out Ginny.

"Close enough," said Ophelia. "Isn't your poem a bit immature?"

"No it isn't! It's completely true! It's a great work of art and should be published in Witch Weekly!" defended Ginny, "Besides, you should see the lame stuff Miranda and Juliet wrote!"

"Hey, at least I made all of my words rhyme," scowled Juliet. "That takes true skill!"

"I didn't even bother to write poetry," said Miranda, "Because I am using very descriptive words and eloquent similes, which should be good enough."

"Well, let's go down to the Great Hall and have some breakfast, then we'll go see him," advised Ginny.

"Fine," replied the other three girls. They left the common room.

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"Heeheehee!" giggled Peeves insanely as he swooped around the school. It was only seven o' clock am, and he was already up to some mischief! He was holding the bottle of perfume that Ron had given Hermione.

This will make a great stink bomb thought Peeves with his ghostly mind. The perfume really stank! It smelled like skunk underwear! Now, all Peeves had to do was find a strategic place to put it to ensure that people would get dunked by it. Peeves was careful to hold it far away from him. He was afraid the smell would knock him unconscious, even if he were a ghost.

Peeves suddenly got an idea and cackled. He would shower everyone with the smelly perfume while they had breakfast in the Great Hall! This would be the prank of the century! After all, with Dumbledore gone, none of those piddling, bumbling teachers could control him! And besides, the Bloody Baron was never awake in the morning!

xx

Harry lay in bed and sighed. He still could not move a finger. He was also very tired because he had to re-grow many of his body parts since some of them were damaged beyond repair. Harry hoped that he would not emerge from the hospital wing, horribly maimed.

"Mister Potter!" said Madame Pomfrey imperiously, "You have visitors!"

Harry's heart leapt. Ron and Hermione would surely cheer him up! But to his surprise, it was Ginny and her friends who rounded the corner!

Harry regarded Ginny rather coolly.

"Here to apologize?" asked Harry sarcastically. For some reason, Ginny's eyes filled with tears.

"I'm so sorry!" she blubbered, "I don't know what I was thinking when I did that! I would never do that in a million years! Ever!" Ginny sobbed some more. Harry was taken aback by her tears.

"Er…" said Harry awkwardly, "Er… don't cry Ginny." He would have reached out and patted her back except he couldn't move his body.

"I was just told of what I did! I don't deserve you!" wailed Ginny sadly. Harry's heart leapt at this.

"You mean you want to get back together?" questioned Harry. This was almost too good to be true! Maybe the love potion had worked after all!

"Get back together?" Ginny stopped crying and looked blank.

"Y'know, like start dating again?" said Harry hopefully.

"Dating? With me?" uttered Ginny. Suddenly, her three friends were glaring at her like they wanted her to jump off a giant's head.

"Ginny!" scowled Ophelia, "Remember club rules!"

"Yea! You have to share him!" muttered Miranda. Ginny turned back to Harry.

"I'm so sorry Harry, but I can't date you. My friends and I all love you, and it's just unfair to have you to myself!" sighed Ginny. Harry rolled his eyes in the direction of her friends, who were making goo-goo eyes at him. He realized that they must have eaten the fudge as well.

Uh oh, thought Harry in horror. He was so doomed! Now what was he going to do? After all his hard work! Now he would have to wait until the end of the week before the effects wore off, but Ginny wouldn't be in love with him then because he would not be able to take her out on dates and get her to like him again! Those stupid meddling friends of hers! But he shouldn't blame them. It was his fault. No wait, it was Ron's fault! Ron was the one who had given him the idea! Ron was going to die! Harry would deal with Ron later because he wanted to die at the moment. The annoying girls were suffocating him!

"Honey Buns!" giggled Ophelia in a voice dripping with molasses. "I have a get well card for you!"

"And so do I Cuddly Bear!" sang Juliet in a very high, quavering voice.

"As do I," breathed Miranda in her most seductive tone of voice.

"Me too!" grinned Ginny. All four girls held out their scraps of parchment with their horrible messages. Harry groaned in despair. All his hard work to win Ginny back -- utterly wasted!

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