AN: Congratulations to matrixaffiliate for winning the bingo. But we're still going on a little bit.

Today's number is O 71, and the prompt is: "Will you stop flirting with me? You just got seriously injured and I'm trying to tend to your wounds and I don't care that I look cute when I'm concerned, you're lucky you're not dead!"

The following scene is from an AU I am currently writing. That is, in case it makes it into the final version.

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"Come on, Ginny. We have to get out of here," Harry shouted, reaching for her arm to Apparate them both out when he suddenly felt a stab of pain in the back of his head, and the world faded into the black.

"You better not move now!" he heard someone muttering as a dull pain slowly dragged him back to consciousness. Moaning, he opened his eyes and tried to look around.

"I said don't move!" There was that voice again.

Trying not to move his head, he let his eyes wander but couldn't see anything - the world around him was so strangely blurred - and his head seemed to be bursting with pain.

"Here, drink this," murmured the voice and Harry was relieved to recognise red hair through the mist. This had to be Ginny.

He took a few sips when he felt a glass on his lips.

"This should take the pain away for now," Ginny explained.

An really, Harry felt the pressure in his head slowly fading. Trying to smile, he said with a shaky voice, " You look so cute. You must be an angel. I could kiss you."

"Don't be ridiculous," Ginny scolded him. "I need to fix you."

"Kiss me then. I'm sure it helps," Harry muttered. "I've always wanted to kiss you ..."

"Will you stop flirting with me? You just got seriously injured, and I'm trying to tend to your wounds, and I don't care that I look cute when I'm concerned. You're lucky you're not dead!"

Harry felt the fatigue pull him back into her arms again; his eyes were slowly drooping. "Ginny ..." he muttered, and everything faded into the darkness again.