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Ginny drummed her fingers on Harry's leg in a bored manner as they sat waiting for Umbridge's speech to begin. "Stop that," Harry whispered, a playful grin on his face as he took her hand in his.

"I want to go home," Ginny muttered, now tapping her foot on the floor. Wrapping an arm around her, Harry pulled her close and kissed her hair.

"Careful!" Ginny said sharply. "The others don't know yet."

"You didn't mind telling your mum this morning," he pointed out.

"Yeah, well, mum's not going to beat you up is she? Fred and George I'm not so sure about."

Harry sighed in disappointed agreement and withdrew his arm. All of a sudden, the huge hall became quiet as a short stout woman marched up to the podium. Harry felt a great surge of dislike course through his body as the toad-like woman cleared her throat unnecessarily.

"Hem, hem. If I may have your attention," she simpered. "Now as you all know, there was a terrible tragedy at the Ministry of Magic last night. I can't begin to explain how devastated I am."

Funny, Harry thought bitterly. She doesn't look the slightest bit disappointed. He tuned out most of Umbridge's speech, finding it unnecessarily long and dull. The only time he paid real attention when she commented that she would be running for Minister of Magic, and hoped she had everyone's support.

"No!" Harry exclaimed loudly, dropping Ginny's hand in his shock. But his outburst was drowned out by loud applause.

"No way," Ron muttered.

"She's the only one running," George said, leaning forward.

"No one else wants it," said Fred.

"They're too scared," said George.

"Which means Umbridge will get the job," Harry finished.

Umbridge cleared her throat again. "Hem hem. Well if there are no other nominees…" Umbridge's voice trailed off as she gazed around the room.

But then a chair scraped and someone stood up. Harry looked behind him to see who it was. A girl, about twenty, with long blonde hair and dark blue eyes, whom Harry had never seen before, was on her feet. In a much less annoying manner than Umbridge, she too cleared her throat.

"The wizarding community is scared," the girl began in a melodic voice Harry found very pleasing to listen to. "We need someone to unite our community and bring us hope. We need a hero for Minister." Her long-lashed eyes flicked over the faces in the hall until they came to rest on Harry's. She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in. Then she said, "We need Harry Potter."

Harry sat silently as the hall began to buzz in excited talk. He could feel his face grow hot and his palms began to sweat. He couldn't be Minister. He didn't want to be Minister. I'm too young, Harry thought. I have no experience in politics.

The audience had quietened down, waiting for Harry to say something, but his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and he was pretty sure he couldn't speak. What could he do? Tell them 'no'?

"We need you Harry," the girl said again. She locked eyes with him and he felt his breath shorten. She was so perfect, so wonderful to look at. Could she possibly be real? Harry felt his mind go blissfully blank and free of worries. He stood, without knowing why, and found he had opened his mouth. Without thinking or caring about the future, just wanting to make this girl smile, Harry said, "I'll do it."

Cheers and applause broke out over the whole hall. The blonde girl finally looked away and Harry found himself free to move and think. Looking down, Harry noticed Ginny was pulling on his arm. Her face asked the question for her, and Harry found he didn't have an answer. Lamely he said, "You told me you believed in me."

Ginny rolled her eyes and folded her arms, not looking at him. She knew exactly why Harry had volunteered himself but that wasn't the only thing worrying her. Harry was always going to be in danger since he was 'The Chosen One', 'The Boy who Lived' and 'The Boy who Just Wouldn't Die', or whatever his last title was. But if he became the Minister for Magic he would be in so much more danger. Just look at what had happened to the last one! It was down to a choice between an incompetent narcissistic woman, and the man she loved. No, someone else would have to be nominated, and she would see to it that happened.

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"Percy wait!" Ginny called as the huge crowd hurried out of Gringotts into the warm summer night. Percy turned, saw who was calling his name, and continued to walk away, now with a frown on his face.

Panting, Ginny finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "Thanks for waiting," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"What do you want, Ginny?" Percy asked, removing his arm from her grip and pushing his horn-rimmed spectacles further up his long nose. "I don't have much time. I am a very important figure in the Ministry and at this time of trouble, I -"

"Percy I think you should run for Minister," Ginny said, cutting across what would have undoubtedly been a very long speech.

"Excuse me?" Percy asked. Ginny took his arm and pulled him aside so they could talk in private.

"Come on Perce. You've always been ambitious. This is the perfect opportunity. The public likes you a lot more than that Umbridge cow, plus you're so much better qualified than Harry."

"The public loves Harry," Percy sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose again. "He's a war hero."

"So are you!" Ginny said defiantly. "You captured and killed three Deatheaters!" Ginny exclaimed loudly.

"By accident!" Percy hissed looking around to make sure no one could overhear. "You know that!"

"But no one else does," Ginny said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Face it, Perce. If you ran, you'd win."

Please review. I want some feedback! First, do you guys want another love scence between Ginny and Harry? and who do you want to become Minister? love u all! xxx