Chapter 2

Love Is In The Air

Harry Potter stirred in his bed, fighting to open his heavy eyelids. He groggily reached for his glasses, but stopped moving as he felt the intense pain. It was excruciating. He silently screamed. Eventually, it tapered off and someone walked into the room.

"Harry!" a vaguely familiar voice yelled, and his stomach flip-flopped. "Here, let's get your glasses on, huh?" A smooth hand lightly brushed his cheek and he shivered. His glasses were slipped onto his face and he looked at the person helping him.

"Thanks Gin." His voice speaking her name made her skin tingle in delight. She blushed lightly from his grin. As they were staring at each other, Ron and Hermione walked into the room. Hermione shouted to herself in glee when she saw how Ginny and Harry were staring at one another. She made a mental note to talk to Ginny later. Even though Ginny had Dean, it was obvious she had eyes only for the man in front of her. However, Ron was infuriated by the way his best friend was looking at his baby sister. It was bad enough Ginny was dating Dean (but that relationship would soon be over), but Harry, his best mate? Now that, that was just wrong.

"Hey Harry, stop ogling my sister, she has a boyfriend already," Ron said, running the moment. Harry tore his eyes away from Ginny, looking at his best friends. Ginny and Hermione glared daggers at Ron.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked.

"Actually, I feel fine, just a little sore. Oh, and I had a spasm earlier. But can I leave? Please?" Harry asked in one breath. Hermione laughed.

"Maybe. I have to talk to Mrs. Weasley about that." She left to fetch the part time healer, who returned with Madame Pomfrey.

"Oh no. What are you doing here?" Harry asked, his mouth too fast for his brain. He blushed and covered the offending object. To his surprise, she laughed and shook her head.

"Nice to see you also, Mr. Potter. Your injuries were too advanced for Nurse Weasley to fix, so I was called in to help, to answer your question," Madame Pomfrey explained. She was much more relaxed during the summer, Harry noted. He was confused, though.

"What injuries?" Everyone looked at him weirdly. "You have many broken bones and bruises and cuts all over your body," Madame Pomfrey informed him sadly.

"What? But I don't feel any pain…" Harry mumbled, pulling his arm out from under the blanket. The unblemished, tan skin shone out at him. He pulled out the other arm, which was the same as the other. Everyone stared at him in shock as he pulled off the sheet to reveal a muscular stomach and chest, but no bruises or injuries apparent. He pulled up the end of his flannel pants to show slightly hairy legs, but no wounds. He looked up at Madame Pomfrey and Mrs. Weasley who looked at each other in fear then left the room.

"What did I do?" Harry asked. Hermione looked slightly awed.

"Well, the last person who was able to heal all wounds that extensive subconsciously was Rowena Ravenclaw herself, no one else…"

Harry was out of bed and walking around the Burrow later that day, as the Healers could find nothing wrong with him. Besides from being a little stiff, he felt better than he did before the mental and physical attacks.

It was the middle of the afternoon by the time Harry was hungry. He walked to the kitchen with the intention of making a cup of tea and a sandwich. However, he found he would not be dining alone.

Ginny was sitting at the table, staring into a cup of tea. Hearing footsteps, she gestured at the stove, where there was a cup of tea, not looking up. A few seconds later, someone plopped down across from her. Startled, her chocolate eyes bore into the sparkling green eyes of Harry Potter. She smiled shyly, suddenly afraid of the immense power of her friend.

"There's nothing different with me, Gin," Harry said softly, his heart broken by the fear she showed of him. "I'm just a good and natural healer. Is there anything wrong with that?" He spread his arms out in a stretch, wincing at the stiffness of his upper torso. She accepted and realized this, and the shyness was gone. Ginny noticed him wince.

"What are you doing out of bed already anyway Harry? You should be resting, I slept for 13 hours last night," Ginny said.

"What? Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"Well it seems I encountered a fraction of your pain last night. I only got a few bruises and cracked ribs though. I'm all healed, just a little pain is left in my chest," Ginny said.

"Why didn't you tell me? I can fix that," he reached out his hands and ran them up and down about an inch from her skin. The warmth of his hands made a place deep in her heart sigh in happiness. He muttered a few words, "Näens cen nyaräes." Immediately, the pain disappeared and comfort radiated through her body. She felt energized and happy. Harry grinned at her obvious happiness.

She quickly hugged him. "Thank you Harry!" she whispered into his ear. He was acutely aware of all the places their bodies blended. He hugged her back slightly, then let her go reluctantly, reminding himself that she had Dean.

"Anytime Gin," he replied, grinning at her. Hermione entered the room then, yawning, before realizing Harry and Ginny were in the room, and looking at each other with goofy grins on their faces.

'Dang!' she thought to herself. 'Why can't I ever walk in during the exciting part?' She shook her head to clear it of all thoughts, then walked in. "Hey guys! What's happening? Harry! Why are you out of bed? You should be resting!" she changed views quickly.

"Yes Mother Hermione, I'll go up there now. Bye Gin," he said, kissing her on the cheek and scampering up the stairs. 'Stupid impulses! She has a boyfriend!' he berated himself. Meanwhile, Ginny was standing in the kitchen, a dreamy expression on her face.

"Ooohhh….you've got it bad don't you! Spill!" Hermione pushed Ginny into a chair, then sat across from her, ready for a girl talk, one that would change both of their lives forever…

The next morning, Harry awoke in bliss. His dreams had all been full of Ginny. He groaned slightly, realizing that today was the day he had agreed to go shopping for school supplies with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. He rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a bang. Sighing, he realized it was going to be a long day…

Ginny woke up with a huge grin on her face. Her dream had consisted of her and Harry, and a mob of children with messy red hair and green eyes. As she awoke more, she remembered that today was the day she went school shopping. An evil glint came into her eye as she remembered Hermione had promised Ginny to let her give her a makeover. The beauty shops and Madame Malkin's were exactly what they needed…

Ron groaned as he woke up, the sun shining in his eyes. His mother was standing over his bed, yelling, but in his groggy state he understood none of the words she was saying. He nodded his head, hoping it would work. She grinned in satisfaction and walked away. Ron could only hope he hadn't just committed himself to something bad…

Hermione cooked breakfast as she listened to her muggle radio. She danced unselfconsciously, as she knew that all in the house were late sleepers. She relished the private time she received as an early-riser, it was amazing to watch the sun rise and light the horizon. She sighed slightly when the song ended, wishing he had been there with her. She suddenly heard footsteps behind her. Whirling around and grabbing her wand in the same motion, she held her wand to Ron's nose. She sighed and put back her wand. She groaned suddenly, remembering she had promised Ginny she would go shopping with her today…

Draco Malfoy groaned as he came to. He blearily opened his eyes and shut them twice as quickly as he was blinded. 'I'm dead,' he thought, then braved another glance. He was looking into the face of one of the last people he expected to see.

"What am I doing here?" Draco croaked, eyes once again closed.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, it seems like you were given an extensive beating," said Professor Dumbledore. Draco once again opened his eyes and took a look at his surroundings. It was noticeably the Hogwart's Hospital Wing.

"How did I get here?" he said, wanting to ask more questions but his dry throat would emit no more sound.

"Water, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked, a twinkle in his eye. Draco scowled, but took the glass.

"Now, it seems that your father was inebriated and abused and cursed you until you blacked out. How you appeared in the Forbidden Forest, no one knows."

Draco grimaced. He had been afraid this would happen…

Molly Weasley rubbed her head, unsuccessfully trying to rid herself of the migraine that was plaguing her. She looked up at her twin sons.

"Explain to me again why you felt it necessary to glue Percy to the floor?" Fred and George looked at each other mischeviously.

"Well, you see mum"

"we wanted to wake him up"

"he really isn't a morning person"

"too right!"

"we weren't sure he would step right there"

"all hypothesis"

"THERE WAS GLUE ALL OVER HIS FLOOR!" she thundered. Fred and George flinched slightly.

"It was Ginny?" they responded weakly. Molly just shook her head, using all of her will power to keep from laughing at their double act. They truly would make great men one day…

Percy sighed from his stuck position on his bedroom floor. Hopefully someone would notice he was missing and save him, he was getting hungry…

Lord Voldemort was very angry. His precious minions could not find a single trace of the Boy-Who-Lived. 'It was quite simple!' his brain argued. 'They apparated into the house…' his logic fought back, reasoning that nobody could enter the house unless family, invited, or a muggle with no harmful intentions. He knew, he had tried. Three of his best Death Eaters had been splinched that way. 'Unless…' Voldemort got a sudden idea.

"Crabbe! Goyle! Call Severus to me immediately!" Snape would know, and if he didn't, he could find out…

"Albus! What do you know about soul bonding?" Severus asked as he walked into the headmaster's office. Dumbledore looked up from his papers in surprise. Seeing Snape's haggard appearance, his sharp expression softened.

"What does He want to know about soul bonding?"

"It's not the what, but more of the who…" Snape trailed off. "He wants to know how the Weasleys entered the house without invitation."

"Who does He think are soul bonded?"

"Potter and the Weasley girl…"

Lucius Malfoy woke with a splitting headache. Groaning, he sat up in his king sized bed. He stood carefully as the pain increased. He walked to the full length mirror, taking in the ruffled hair and bloodshot eyes. He picked up a hangover potion and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the hasty taste. He smirked as the pain went away and he could recall his rendezvous from the night before. He went down the hall to check on his son and heal him before Narcissa saw.

'She'll have to be dealt with…' he thought of his wife's adoration for Draco. Opening the door of the suite, his calm mask became one of utter rage. "DUMBLEDORE!"

McGonogall looked at Dumbledore in surprise. "A foreign exchange program with Queenscove? Are you sure Albus?"

"Oh, quite sure. The Ministry of Magic backs this 100, and we do need their support on some things. The school board feels that this would be an excellent experience for all the students, and for once, I agree. Does anyone have objections?" The rest of the staff shook their heads. "Alright, then about Mr. Malfoy…"

(A.N.: Alright everyone, for the record, this is probably riddled with mistakes. I do not have a beta reader as of yet, so any mistakes are my own. And I am from the states, so British language is not something I have down. Any mistakes are, again, my own.)