Thanks for all the reviews!!

Serenity55, I'm so sad to learnt that you dun like my chap 12. I'll try harder to write better fic.

Lourdes (LBDomingo@aol.com), after seeing wat you had written, I'm really ashamed of myself. I agree with you, I shouldn't rely on reviews, I write fanfics because I love writing and wanna share my idea with others and seeing my story on net makes me happy.

Anyway, ahbahh proudly presents the latest chap, enjoy and review!! (I still like people to review)

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All too soon, drawn broke and Ginny lifted up her heavy head and stretched. Her muscles were all tight and painful; she rubbed her shoulders and picked herself up from the floor.

"The floor is not a place for neither witch nor wizard to sleep on", Ginny thought to herself. She rubbed sleep away from her eyes and turn to see Harry who was still sleeping but there were no more painful expressions on his face, it was quite peaceful. Ginny leant over the bed to feel Harry's forehead, his temperature had gone down but it was still too warm. Ginny removed the towels on Harry's body, wet them and placed them back.

Ginny was tired and she lay back onto the floor but the floor was too uncomfortable. Ginny tossed and turned on the cold hard floor to find a more comfortable position to lie in but it was simply pointless. Finally she gave up her intention of getting some more sleep and stood up to go and wash.

It was still early for there was no sound of any activities below. The muggles were not up yet. Thinking that Harry might want some breakfast later, Ginny went to the kitchen to cook some oatwheat porridge. After rummaging through Aunt Petunia's kitchen shelves, Ginny managed to find some oatwheat and cooked them. Ginny made herself some tea as the oat wheat stood on the stove, boiling gently and footsteps could be heard coming down from the stairs.

"The muggles were up, I don't mind them around as long as it's not that brainless oaf", Ginny thought to herself. As expected, Aunt Pertunia's head popped through the kitchen door and her eyes dart to the pot on the stove and Ginny who was standing in a corner sipping tea.

"What are you doing in my kitchen?", Aunt Pertunia demanded while eyeing at Ginny and the pot suspiciously.

"Just making some breakfast for Harry, nothing more", Ginny answered innocently.

"But can you people cook? I thought people of your kind normally eat rats, frogs, snakes, spiders and stuff. What are you cooking? Don't tell me." Aunt Petunia's voice trailed off and she was looking at the pot nervously as if expecting some snake to climb out of it. Ginny's eyes watered as she tried to control herself from laughing,

"How thick could this muggle woman be?" Ginny thought "Her sister and nephew of hers were of wizarding kind and yet she did not know that they ate normal stuff. Since when do we eat snakes and spiders?" Ginny had a coughing fit as she choked on her own saliva. After composing herself, Ginny decided to play along.

"No, we don't usually eat snakes and spiders", Aunt Petunia heaved a sigh of relief at this, "but we sometimes eat them to restore our power. Harry was sick and unfortunately lost a lot of his power due to that, so here I am cooking his favourite kidney porridge to help him regain power faster. He's the most important member of the order and no doubt the food he eats must be of the best quality. The kidney is from a poor old bloke who passed away in the middle of the night and it was delivered here, fresh, early this morning". At this, Aunt Petunia looked as if she was going to faint, she leant against the kitchen wall for support and stared at Ginny, not knowing how to react.

"I think Harry will be wanting his nourishing breakfast soon, excuse me if you don't mind", Ginny tried to look as if cooking human organ was a normal thing. She took a bowl and emptied the pot's content into it. She walked purposefully past Aunt Petunia making sure she would catch a glimpse of the soggy looking contents in the bowl. After Ginny walked out of the kitchen, she had a hard time trying not to laugh, her hands were shaking and she had to grasp the bowl tightly to prevent it from slipping out of her hands. Ginny hurried up the stairs and halfway through, she could hear retching sounds coming from the kitchen, needless to say, it was Aunt Petunia.

Ginny sprinted up the rest of the stairs, back to the room and slammed the door behind her. She deposited the bowl of oatwheat porridge on the desk and collapsed onto the floor laughing and banging her fist on it. She was out of breath from the laughing and it took her a while before she caught her breath and straightened up.

Harry was already awake and was sitting upright on the bed. He was looking at Ginny with a funny facial expression as if doubtful of her sanity. Ginny looked at his pale and sickly face and she was in a dilemma. One part of her wanted to smile at him to assure him that everything was going to be all right and another part of her wanted to be hostile, to punish him for making her miserable. But the more she looked at his thin face, she realised that these few days, every single day had been a torment for him, and now, he was ill, she just didn't have the heart to make him suffer any more.

Ginny gave Harry a big grin to assure him that everything was over and she saw him relax and return a weak smile. Ginny took the bowl of oat-wheat porridge from the desk and sat at Harry's side.

"I've just cooked this; eat it while it's still hot. It may be too bland for your liking but you are not well, you can't be eating toast and all those junk stuff." Ginny said in a motherly fashion that reminded Harry of Mrs Weasley. She blew the porridge and fed Harry, at the first swallow, Harry choked and coughed, Ginny patted his back carefully to help him ease the discomfort. Finally when Harry's coughing subsided, Ginny continued feeding him with the same patience as she showed the previous night. Normally, Harry would protest when people treat him like a three-year-child but now, he was simply letting Ginny do whatever she wanted to him. The reasons being that he didn't want to risk Ginny being angry with him again and that he was too busy looking at her to be bothered with such a trivial matter.

Harry wanted to talk to Ginny but the spoon kept on filling his mouth with food, stopping him from doing so. He tried swallowing the food quickly so that he would have the chance to talk, but another spoon would be stuffed into his mouth again before he could speak.

After several attempts, Harry got annoyed and he gripped Ginny's wrist to stop her from stuffing his mouth with food, just so he could start talking. However Ginny's dangerously low voice rang the room,

"Harry James Potter, you better keep still or I'll just turn the bowl of porridge over your brainless head". Harry had heard that Ginny could turn very nasty if you go against her wishes and he had tasted her famous 'Weasley Cannon' temper recently so he didn't dare to disobey her and kept very still allowing her to stuff him with that gooey stuff.

After Harry had finished the oat-wheat porridge, Ginny stood up from the side of the bed and walked away. When she was at the front of the door, her hand at the door knob, Harry spoke and she froze,

"Ginny... I.. I'm so sorry I shouted at you that day. I'm in the wrong, I'm a great prat but I hope you will forgive me. Will you?" he asked while looking at the blanket at his feet, twiddling it in his fingers.

Ginny knew Harry was sincerely asking for forgiveness and she didn't fancy having only Dudley, that annoying pig as the only company. She had been waiting for Harry to apologise first for she stubbornly thought that it hadn't been her fault and she wasn't used to apologising, just like Ron.

Harry was getting anxious when Ginny did not reply for she was too far in her own thoughts, he continued twiddling the shabby blanket and it started to fray. After Ginny took in Harry's words, she turned, ran towards Harry and gave him a gentle hug to assure him.

This innocent little hug meant a lot to Harry, it meant that from now onwards he did not have to endure loneliness, he could stay around Ginny openly to protect her from Dudley and also that both of them were going to enjoy each other's company again.

Ginny let go of Harry quickly, ran to the door and wrenched it open. She mumbled something that sounded oddly like 'I'm sorry too' and disappeared behind it. Harry thought that he had heard things, he had heard from Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and Percy that Ginny never apologised to anybody in her whole life (except her mum and dad), not even if she was at fault. Harry could not believe that she had said sorry to him. Finally he made himself believe that he was hearing things and laid back down on the bed, trying to sleep and in no time he was already sound asleep, it was his most peaceful sleep in these few days.

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Ginny was smiling like an idiot when she skipped down the stairs; she was in good terms with Harry again. She had missed Harry these few days, she felt incomplete when Harry was not around her and that Dudley had took the opportunity of their squabble to come close to her. Ginny hated it when he always find ways and means to stay close to her and try to engage her in a conversation, but now, she would have no more worries about Dudley and him pestering her, she was sure Harry would see to that.

When Ginny reached the landing of the stairs, she saw a shadow dash from the kitchen to the living room. Ginny frown and went into the kitchen, she went to the sink and washed the bowl. Ginny reached over to the draining tray to put the bowl there when she caught sight of a sparkling bright pot lying among potato peelings in the rubbish bin, it looked oddly like the pot Ginny used to cook Harry's breakfast.

Ginny walked absentmindedly to the dining room wondering why was the pot thrown away when a thought struck her, Aunt Petunia threw it away because she believed that some human organ was cooked in it. Ginny sniggered and looked up; Aunt Petunia's head could be seen at the doorway of the living room for a spilt second before it disappeared behind it. Ginny's suspicion was confirmed; she chortled into her hand and turned into the dining room where her breakfast was waiting for her.

Aunt Petunia didn't come into the dining room when Ginny was in it all the while; she believed Aunt Petunia didn't want to be reminded of the kidney porridge. Smiling to herself, Ginny finished her meal in no time for she was famished and didn't linger around.

On the way upstairs, two dull thuds could be heard from the kitchen, a bowl and a spoon had joined the pot in the rubbish bin. Shaking her head, Ginny wondered how long it would be before the house runs out of pots and pans if she cooked everyday, but at the moment, Ginny wasn't interested in testing it out, her eyes were painfully heavy and she would like nothing better than to drop straight onto the floor and sleep.

Ginny entered the room to find Harry soundly asleep, she strode across the room to the corner where Harry usual slept and lay down. She looked over to the bed where Harry was and was jealous of Harry having to be able to sleep in the comfortable bed while she was there crushing her aching bones against the hard floor.

Looking at Harry's pale face, Ginny felt ashamed of herself, Harry didn't make a single complain when he had been sleeping on the floor for so long. He had volunteered himself to discomfort so that Ginny could be comfortable, and here she was making so much noise when she only had slept on the floor for less than two days. Ginny felt utterly disgusted by herself and slowly she drifted off to a doze.

In this way, both Harry and Ginny slept through several hours like a dead log oblivious to the entire world.

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So how?? Comment!! Some of u felt that the last chap is total rubbish, no doubt I'm kinda sad to know that but stil I wanna tell u all, I love u all and all comments will be taken well!! Just wanna say, I'll try harder to present better fics. Results of the previous poll: Most people support the idea and I'm pleased to tell u, I'll write it. But the bad news is that, I'm unable to write it until around November. Yes , it's very long to my likings but due to homeworks stacked to the ceiling and coming exams, I've got my choice but to postpone new stories.

But the good news are, I'll still be writing this fic although the period between updates would be kinda long, pls endure and I promise after my exams (the last 1 is on the 7th nov) I'll compensate by writing everyday, how abt it??

Again, pls give me some suggestions to how to continue this, I'm running out of ideas but I'll not accept kissing. I HATE KISSING!! Mature stuff would not be happening here and lots of rubbish would not be happening!! I think I've said too much, anyway just review!!