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Chapter 13

Ginny woke up in the hospital wing. What am I doing here she wondered. It was dark, and it seemed very late at night. She could see the full moon shining brightly in the window. She reached up and felt her head. It hurt a lot for some reason. Suddenly, she remembered what had happened, and everything before that. Ginny sat up and stared desolately into the darkness.

"How could I have hurt my darling like that? Oh Harry… Harry…" She sobbed quietly into the night. Ginny looked through tearstained eyes at the moon. Wherever he is, Harry's looking at the same moon, thought Ginny romantically. Suddenly, she heard a strange, bestial moan. Ginny started. Is it a ghoul? Is it a restless spirit? Is it just my imagination?

The horrible moaning started up again. This time, she could hear her name.

"Ginny…" the voice groaned frightfully. "Ginny…"

Ginny was too terrified to speak. The voice echoed around the seemingly empty hospital wing. The white beds shone in the blackness.

"Ginny…Ginny…" the spirit rasped. "Ginny… come to me… come to me…"

"Be gone you terrible phantom!" screamed Ginny in fear. "You ghastly marauder of the night! Be gone! Be gone!" She clutched the white sheets to herself in terror.

"Ginny… I'm coming… I'm coming…" moaned the horrible thing.

"Leave me in peace! By the power of Albus Dumbledore, I exorcise you!" shrieked Ginny in terror. She was about to wet the bed!

"Ginny…" the voice breathed heavily. "Ginny…" The voice seemed to be coming from somewhere near her. Ginny turned her head slowly to the right, dreading to see what it was. She wanted to look, yet she was deathly afraid to look. She looked.

It was a mummy! All the breath seemed to be forced out of Ginny's body. She was suffocating in the lightless room. The moon's brightness receded to the windowsill. The horror!

Ginny summoned up all her courage and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ginny… Ginny…" sighed the bandaged figure. Ginny frowned irritably at it.

"You can't be Ginny because I'm Ginny," she pointed out, "unless you have the same name, which I doubt. As far as I know, I should be the only Ginny in Hogwarts! What are you anyway?" Ginny crept out of bed, and tiptoed toward the still form, which continued to repeat her name in a horrible scraping voice. Ginny inched nearer until she was standing over the wrapped something. Ginny stared. It was Harry! Harry Potter! The Chosen One! And he was groaning her name.

"Oh Harry!" gasped Ginny with relief and happiness, "I'm sorry! I know now that it was my fault that you ended up here! I didn't know what I was thinking, but I remember everything now! I suppose it was amnesia! I can slightly recollect Peeves dropping that vase on my head, but everything is fine now! Really darling, do wake up!" Ginny shook Harry forcefully.

"Ow! That hurts!" cried Harry. He woke up with a start. Someone or something was standing over his bed. "Huh?"

"Harry! It's me! Ginny!" whispered Ginny joyfully. "I'm fine now! I remember everything! I'm so sorry darling, I love you!"

"In truth? —In the flesh? My living Ginny?" queried Harry. He couldn't see her face very clearly. For all she knew, she could be a ghoul or some frightful apparition. The thought made his hands run cold. Ginny seemed to know what he was thinking. She put her hand on his bandaged one.

"You touch me, chuck, --you hold me, and fast enough: I am not cold like a corpse, nor vacant like air, am I?" she pointed out. Harry's eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"My living darling! These are certainly her limbs, and these her features; but I cannot be so blest, after all my misery. It is a dream; such dreams as I have had at night when I have clasped her once more to my heart, as I do now; and kissed her, as thus—and felt that she loved me, and trusted that she would not leave me," exclaimed Harry.

"Which I never will, darling, from this day."

"Never will, says the vision? But I always woke and found it an empty mockery; and I was desolate and abandoned—my life dark, lonely, hopeless—my soul athirst and forbidden to drink—my heart famished and never to be fed. Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go—embrace me, Ginny." Ginny leaned over and hugged Harry's paralyzed form tightly.

"There, love—and there!" Ginny kissed Harry's bruised face and clutched his battered body.

"It is you—is it, Ginny? You are come back to me then?"

"I am."

Harry was silent, ruminating.

"And you will stay with me?" Harry's hold on Ginny's had tightened, even though he was supposed to be paralyzed.

"Certainly—unless you object. I will be your neighbor, your nurse, and your housekeeper. I find you lonely: I will be your companion—to read to you, to walk with you, to sit with you, to wait on you, to be eyes and hands to you. Cease to look so melancholy, my dearest love; you shall not be left desolate, so long as I live." Ginny peered into his cold face. Harry is silent, she thought. Does he not love me anymore for what I have done to him? She began to disengage his hand from his.

"No—no—Ginny; you must not go. No—I have touched you, heard you, felt the comfort of your presence—the sweetness of your consolation: I cannot give up these joys. I have little left in myself—I must have you. The world may laugh—may call me absurd, selfish—but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame."

"Yes, Harry, I will stay with you: I have said so," consoled Ginny. Harry suddenly remembered something.

"Colin—you dated him?" asked Harry anxiously.

"Yes," replied Ginny simply. Harry continued to question her.

"Do you like him?"

"He was a very good boy, darling, I cannot help liking him."

"Is he feeble and weak?"

"He is brave and strong."

"Is he smart?"

"He's quite a wizard!"

"Did he have bad manners then?"

"No, he eats daintily."

"Then why'd you leave him?" exploded Harry. "Look at me—I am mangled and ugly! Go back to your Apollo because I am but a stinky Vulcan!" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Your injury is temporary! Don't be so dramatic! Besides, you have nice eyes. So don't be jealous. I like you way better."

"Then will you be my girlfriend again?" asked Harry.

"Sure," said Ginny.

"Even though I'm paralyzed?"

"Yeah. Besides, you'll heal."

"Even though I'm a year older than you so when I'm 100 you'll only be 99?"

"Yes darling! Yes, yes yes!" erupted Ginny, with her heart swelling with gladness. Actually, she was getting tired of Harry's questioning. Dawn was breaking already. The moon had set.

"Ok, well now that's settled, I'm going back to sleep since you woke me up," said Harry peevishly. He closed his eyes.

"Ok. Me too. I'm kind of tired. Once you're out of here let's go to Hogsmeade."

"Fine." Ginny fell asleep next to Harry.

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Up in the boys' dormitories, Hermione was still talking to Ron.

"Don't feel bad Ron. You're not that unloved! Your family loves you!" consoled Hermione gently. Ron's face was buried in his hands and he sobbed harder.

"No one likes me! The school hates me! It takes a love potion just to make everyone love me!"

"You can't get everyone to love you," said Hermione reasonably.

"But everyone loves Harry!" wailed Ron.

"Not Lord Voldemort or the Death Eaters! And people only worship him! It's not really love!"

"I want to be worshipped!" cried Ron, "It's been horrible being the youngest boy! I have five older brothers to measure up to!"

"Don't compare yourself with them! Everyone's different," sighed Hermione. This had been going on the ENTIRE NIGHT! The sun was coming up. She was getting impatient now. Ron was really a loser. She wondered why she even bothered with him. Oh yea, that's because she liked him. Now she was wondering why she even liked him. His low self-esteem was making him repugnant to her. It was time to take drastic action. She stood up and faced Ron.

"Look Ron. Harry is your best friend. Stop being jealous of him ok? He has a hard life ahead of him! He might die soon! Enjoy his company! And I think you're good enough as you are! You don't need to be like Harry to impress me." Ron looked up at her, enlightened.

"I don't?" he asked.

I'm starting to get second thoughts, thought Hermione, but her mouth said, "You don't. I like you the way you are! You're a great friend, and remember the time you ripped up Percy's letter about Harry and everything? You're loyal and brave! You sacrificed yourself in our first year during the chess game when Harry was looking for the Sorceror's Stone. You even went down with Harry to the Chamber of Secrets! I think you're the greatest!" exclaimed Hermione, but her mind was thinking, Not.

"Oh yeah! I did all that!" yelled Ron happily. "Thanks Hermione! Want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" Hermione blushed. She liked Ron again.

"Ok. Took you long enough to ask!" she yelled. "Now I'm going to bed because I was up the ENTIRE NIGHT trying to make you feel better! You need to get some sleep as well!"

"Right," said Ron, grinning at her. He lay down and rolled over. He was snoring in minutes. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and went down to the Common Room. However, she was extremely shocked by what she saw!

It was a hive of activity! The whole school seemed to be there. A huge banner stretched across the ceiling bearing the words, "Good morning King Weasley!" Balloons bobbed about. There were tables covered in delicious food. Hermione supposed it was Ron's breakfast. She groaned. She had forgotten about the love potion's effect on the school. In a corner, Colin, Miranda, Ophelia, and Juliet were bound and gagged. They sobbed through their bindings. Hermione could see why. Their Harry Potter shrine had been trampled and smashed. In place of it, loomed Ron's humongous head. It was smirking down upon the whole school, which wasjammed in the Common Room. The Common Room seemed to have been magically enlarged, no doubt by a teacher. Hermione could see the professors running about, directing students in the decorations and the set up. Suddenly, Lavender Brown spotted Hermione.

"Hermione!" she shrieked, "What were you doing in Ron's dormitory?"

Uh oh, thought Hermione in panic.

"N-nothing," she stuttered. She was facing death! Her life wasn't supposed to end this way!

"The minute we turn our backs, someone sneaks up there into our darling's rooms!" hollered Seamus, his eyes bulging at Hermione.

"Yeah!" agreed Dean and Neville.

Oh yeah, remembered Hermione, they were setting up this Ron Weasley party! I was wondering why they didn't come up to bed!

"You strumpet! You slut!" screamed Parvati Patil furiously. She burst into tears. "We were up the ENTIRE NIGHT planning this surprise for Ronnikins, and you ruined it all!"

"Hermione! I am shocked by your behavior! You know Hogwarts rules!" chastised Professor McGonagall. She pulled out her wand. "You will have to pay!"

"P-professor M-mc g-gonagall, don't I just get a detention or something?" pleaded Hermione in terror.

"A scarlet woman like you deserves worse than that!" yelled McGonagall with an angry glint in her eye. Hermione turned and bolted back up the stairs.

"Get her!" screamed Professor Flitwick in a high-pitched voice. Less than a second later, Hermione was bound and gagged and was sitting next to Colin and the other Harry-shipians.

"We'll figure out what to do with you," grinned Professor Slughorn malevolently, standing over the prisoners. He turned around and the rest of the school carried on with their decorations. However, he had underestimated Hermione, the greatest witch that the world had ever seen. She was still clutching her wand, and since she had mastered not having to say the spells out loud, she managed to get herself free. She turned to the other captives and set them free.

"Thanks Hermione," they whispered.

"You're welcome. I have to go now. There is something that I must do!" Hermione crept out of the Common Room. Everyone else was too busy to notice. The Harry-shipians followed her out. They headed to the Hospital Wing whereas Hermione headed to Professor Slughorn's office. It was time to brew an antidote.

A few minutes later, the antidote was ready. Hermione transfigured one of Slughorn's mead bottles into a very large spray-bottle thingy. She poured the huge batch of antidote into it. She was ready! Hermione set out toward the Common Room. But first, she decided to stop at the Hospital Wing.

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"Ginny you strumpet!" screamed Ophelia angrily. She was unbelievably angry at Ginny. They had caught Ginny sleeping right next to Harry! "Don't you remember our pact of friendship? That we would share this prince of all mankind?

"You whore!" ranted Miranda. "I turn my back and this is what you do! Oh Ginny! Our friendship ends today! You are my rival in love!"

"She has already won," sighed Colin sadly. "My girlfriend and my idol—in the same bed! Oh misery! I would die today if I could."

"Don't say that!" yelled Juliet. "Let's just get our revenge right now!"

"I can't do that," grieved Colin. "I shall go into this corner right here and mourn over my lost paradise." Colin retreated into a dismal corner of the Hospital Wing. The three girls raised their wands against Ginny, who cowered on the bed. Harry was still asleep.

"Don't! This isn't what it looks like! I was just really tired!" she screamed.

"Is that what it is? Well too bad!" screamed Miranda viciously. All three girls simultaneously opened their mouths to say an incantation when Hermione suddenly appeared next to them.

"Take this!" she screamed, and she sprayed all three in the face.

"Wha--?" For a moment, the girls seemed bewildered and lost. Then, their faces snapped back into their usual expressions. They sank to the ground.

"Ginny, I'm so sorry! I didn't know what I was thinking!" yelled Miranda repentantly.

"Yeah, I really don't know what came over me!" pleaded Juliet.

"I hope we can be friends again," cried Ophelia.

"That's alright. I forgive you," smiled Ginny.

"You should probably take some of this," said Hermione. She sprayed some of the antidote on Ginny's face. Nothing really changed much. Colin observed this scene from his corner.

"You three would give up your love for friendship?" asked Colin with a strange expression upon his face. "Perhaps I should follow your example. You three truly are angels of purity!"

"Um… yeah," replied Miranda. She didn't really mind. Harry could jump off a cliff for all she cared, but only after he killed You-Know-Who. Colin turned to Ginny.

"My love, I will always love you and Harry. But if you're happy with Harry, then I shall be happy too. Nothing makes me more joyful than to see the ones I love the most exultant."

Ginny smiled at Colin. "I'm glad you see it that way. You really are a great guy. Maybe you can hook up with one of my friends sometime!" Hermione smiled at how they resolved themselves. She continued on her way to the Gryffindor Common Room. However, Peeves ambushed her along the way.

"Is that more of darling Hermy's perfume from Wonnikins?" mocked Peeves. He swooped down and grabbed it from her. Hermione did not resist much. This would probably make her job A LOT easier, because if she sprayed everyone herself, some people might resist. She would probably get killed before everyone got cured.

"Peeves!" sobbed Hermione, but not really. "Don't! Don't spray it on everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room! It'll cause them all to go crazy!"

"Too bad!" cackled Peeves madly. He blew a raspberry at her and zoomed through a couple of walls to the Common Room. After he left, Hermione grinned to herself. She decided to walk slowly.

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"We're done!" shouted Professor McGonagall, "Now everyone! Hide somewhere! King Weasley may wake up any moment now and come downstairs. When we see him, everyone jump out and surprise him! Remember to yell, 'Good Morning!'"

Just then, Peeves zoomed in.

"Oh no you don't!" yelled McGonagall. "I'm not going to let you ruin this party! Out! Out!"

Peeves grinned down at her and turned over on his head in midair. He stuck his tongue out and began to spray…

Everyone inhaled a drop of the antidote. For a brief moment, they seemed bewildered. Then, their faces snapped back.

"What in the world are we doing?" squeaked Professor Flitwick.

"I think we just suffered from the effects of a love potion!" cried Slughorn, "But who?"

"Obviously, it was Peeves," glared McGonagall furiously. "Remember when we were in the Great Hall, he came in and sprayed everyone in a similar fashion? He won't get away with this!" McGonagall's ears burned with fury. She remembered how she had made a total fool of herself! Peeves would not get away with this!

The rest of the school who were listening seemed to have a similar thought. Peeves was doomed.

Uh oh, though Peeves for the first time in his life. This was probably how Nearly Headless Nick felt when he met the Basilisk. The entire school was glaring beadily at him. He felt as though he were about to burst in flames, and he decided to make a hasty retreat. With a final blasphemous raspberry, Peeves zoomed out of the common room. With a giant war cry, the whole school followed. Once again, the Common Room sported a huge hole. No one had bothered opening the portrait hole.

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Hermione smiled as she watched the whole school stampede by. It seemed this business was over. She would be looking forward to her date with Ron soon. Finally, everything was fine again. Today would be a lovely day.

The End

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I stole that scene between Harry and Ginny from Jane Eyre in case you haven't noticed:) Anyway, I'm finished with this fic! Please read and review, and tell me what you think!