Chapter 15

She woke up in her bed. Her legs were hurting. Her head… She felt like it's going to explode. She took all of her energy to put herself in a sitting position. Hermione was already cleaning the room.
"Good morning." Hermione said, sounding way too cheerful. "How are you?"
"How do I look like?" she asked sarcastically. "My head is killing me."
"Nobody told you to drink that much of firewhiskey." Hermione said with her usual 'I told you so' tone.
"Nobody told Fred and George to buy so much of it." She answered, kind of annoyed. "I am going to get dressed."
She needed a shower. She smelled horribly. And showers always clear her head. There were only bits of the last night she remembered. Fred leaving with Angelina, George making a fool out of himself, Luna coming out… She had no clue that Luna liked girls. Harry knew. She was okay with it, it was just surprising.
One of the things she remembered was how Harry was looking at her in that dress. His look was filled with admiration. He was looking at her like she is the most beautiful girl he ever saw. And she loved that look.
She put on her jeans and a red shirt. She told herself that she will wear red as much as she can.
When she came out of the bathroom, Hermione was sitting on the bed with a book in her hands. Nothing weird there.
Hermione started looking at her a little bit strangely.
"What?" she asked.
"Ginny, what is that on your neck?" Hermione asked, sounding concerned, but still with a smile on her face. She went to the first mirror. Her neck was tainted with two dark purple marks. Another memory came back.
Harry and she were sitting near the window. They weren't really drunk, but they weren't completely sober either. They were looking at the dark sky filled with stars. He kissed her, calling her gorgeous. He went lower. He started kissing her neck. She enjoyed it. She even moaned. But, she stopped him.
"Harry…" she said, quietly.
"Yes?" he asked back.
"I am really tired." She said. His head left her shoulder.
"Okay. I will carry you." He said and stood up. He picked her up, bridal style. He carried her to her bed.
"I feel like a princess." She said sleepily, resting her head on his chest.
"You deserve to feel that way." He said and kissed her forehead. He tucked her in and gave her a good night kiss.
"What the hell?" she said out loud after she remembered what happened.
"I am pretty sure that is a hickey." Hermione said.
"I know what it is!" she said, frustrated. She took out her Gryffindor scarf and wrapped it around her neck, making it sure that it covers it.
"What were you and Harry doing last night?" Hermione asked.
"Not what you think!" she said in her defense.
"Then what were you doing?" Hermione kept pushing her.
"We were watching the stars, giving compliments to each, we kissed and Harry started kissing my neck. I told him I was tired and he brought me here. He tucked me in and left. That is what happened." She explained. It was a really intimate moment to her.
"That is actually really romantic." Hermione said.
"I know. I am going out." She said and left the room. She was looking for Harry. He was laying on the couch. She approached him. He smiled the instant he saw her.
"Hey, Gin." He said and kissed her forehead. "How are you?"
"Can we talk somewhere private?" She asked.
"Sure." He shrugged. They went to his dorm room.
"What's up?" he asked. She took of the scarf.
"You leave marks, vampire." She said when he saw her neck.
"I am sorry… I was drunk and you were looking so out of this world and… This is so awkward." Again. He is cute when he doesn't know what to say.
"Harry." She said. "Breathe." He did as she said.
"It is okay." She said patiently. "I will hide it until it goes away."
"I am sorry if you thought I was forcing you…"
"You weren't. And stop saying you are sorry. That is probably a sentence you said the most in your life. Don't get me wrong. I did enjoy it. A lot, actually. It is the most special moment we shared. But, it can wait." She explained.
"Thank to everything, I will not be murdered by six overprotective, older, brothers! I promise you I will not do it again." He said. She was laughing. He can be so precious sometimes.
"Stop worrying!" she said, kind of annoyed. "I am not mad at you. I already told you."
"You are right, I should really stop worrying." He said. "Do you know what a film is?"
"My dad is obsessed with them. Those are like a book in a form of a very long picture. That is how I understood it." She said.
"Well, there is a film that I saw two years ago. It is called The Lion King. There is a line that says 'Hakuna Matata'. It means 'No worries'. When a world its back on you, you turn your back at them."
"I like that." She said.
"Me too." He said. "Oh, I haven't asked you, have you had fun last night?"
"I did. It was a lot of. I really needed it. As much as I can feel my head pulsating." He laughed at that.
"You did drank a lot of firewhiskeys." He said.
"Now you just sound like Hermione." She said and they both laughed.
"I am really glad that you liked it." He said.
"What? The party or you pretending to be a vampire?" she said flirtly.
"Both." He said, accepting the game. He gave her that smirk that never failed at making her melt.
"You are probably the most clueless person ever." She said, while messing with his already messy hair. "You have zero awareness of your looks."
"I am not that good looking." He said.
"Oh, come on! Fighting You-Know-Who is not the only reason you always had girls surrounding you, Potter." She leaned in to kiss him, but the door opened. It was Seamus. He was covering his eyes with his hands.
"You two just continue with whatever romantic you were doing, I am not looking I just need my notebook." He was saying as he was walking. He walked out of the room.
"I have a deal with Luna." She said and kissed him quickly.
"See you." He said.
As Ginny and Luna were walking down the hallway, Ginny could not help, but notice that Luna was even more bullied. News about her being bisexual spread fast.
"Loony dyke!" she heard someone saying. Her hand was already on her precious wand.
"Hey, Hot Weasley, I wouldn't be staying in a same room alone with that weird-ass dyke in your place!" She turned around and saw the boy who was saying that. Cormac McLaggen. How couldn't she recognize his arrogant voice? She pulled out her wand.
"You asked for this, McLaggen." She said. She wiped with her wand. He couldn't stand anymore. She made his shoes slippery. He fell down and he was desperately trying to stand up. Everyone was laughing. She walked toward him.
"Nobody has a right to catcall me. And more importantly, nobody gets to bully my best friend. So, stop being a self absorbed asshole or I will do you something so much worse than embarrassment. And, believe me. I don't joke about these things." She said and turned around. The one who is messing with her best friend is going to end badly.