I sit up gasping.

I look up from under a sopping fringe, and squint.

'SEAMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' I grab my glasses and spring out of bed. I charge round the room after the mad Irish man.

'You guys mind? People are trying to sleep.' Neville murmurs from somewhere behind the curtains. I can't help but stare over there for a few seconds.

What if...

What if it'd been different?

I frown and shake my head. Remember I am indeed, soaked. Seamus laughs loudly. I grab my wand and send a hose of water at him.

'Who has the last laugh now, Finnegan?' I laugh at him; Dean emerges from his bed and so does Neville. Ron mutters something about curls.

We stare at him.

We grin.

We pounce.

'ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

'Morning!!!'

Ron glares up at us. Neville is sitting on one arm, I'm on the other, Seamus is plonked on top of his chest and Dean is on his legs.

Ron may be glaring at us but when he sees Dean, he freaks. The rest of us are thrown off. I have Seamus on top of me. He is grinning way too much for my comfort.

'YOU BASTARD!!!!' Ron yells from one end of the room.

'HOW COULD YOU DO THAT YOU TO MY SISTER!?!?????'

Neville and Seamus look at me.

'Dean broke up with Gin, through an owl.' They both wince.

'Nasty.'

'That's cold.' Neville agrees.

Dean glares at us. I shrug get up and grab my stuff and head to the bathroom. Well there is one thing I know, no repeat of yesterday morning.

Dang.

For the last time, SHUT IT!!!

You do realise you are essentially telling yourself to shut up?

Great, an early morning conversation with the monster in my fricking head.

Hey, I'm just telling you exactly-

Spare me. I have class.

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'Ron, honestly, can you please try to eat like a normal person, for once?'

'I'm hungry!!!'

'You guys mind? It's early, no one needs this. Morning Gin!'

'Whoa! Oh Hiya Harry!' She grins up at me, looking slightly flustered.

'Startle you? Sorry if I did.' I say sitting myself down next to her; Ron and Hermione continue their bickering as if no one else is around.

And who said romance was dead?

'Oh you just gave me a heart attack, Harry, nothing major.'

I grin and place two fingers on her wrist and start counting, her eyes widen.

Hmmmmmmmm your pulse seems a little fast, but you are alive!' I say, grinning even broader, I think this was the Sirius grin, that Tonks muttered about. I grab a piece of toast, as I spy McGonagall striding up along the Gryffindor table, giving out our time tables.

'No way! You saw that!' My ears prick as I hear a furious whisper behind me.

'Yeah, he was totally holding her hand!' Gossiping?

'Why her??'

'She is pretty, I suppose.'

'Pretty?? Her??!!?!??'

'I can't believe, that Harry Potter was holding Ginny Weasleys HAND!'

Well isn't that just fantastic!!!!!!!

Barely back ten hours and already, the rumours have started!!!!!!

Please, tell me, that I'm trapped in some nightmare!

'Harry you did what???' Now he picks the time to have a great sense of hearing!!!

'Oh would you look at the time, I better run! See you guys at lunch!' Gin gets up and sprints out of the Hall, after getting her timetable from McGonagall. Some Gryffindor she is.

PAH!

Ron is currently staring at me.

I cough and busy myself with a cup of tea.

I explain to McGonagall about Potions.

I can do it!!!! Yes!!!!

I notice that Malfoy slips out just behind Ginny. I get up, slyly so Ron does not see. Hermione raises her eyebrow, but says nothing.

Thank God, for small miracles.

'rotten Blood Traitor like you... Though I could be persuaded.' What the hell? I walk out into the Entrance Hall and seeing Gin facing Malfoy, turning redder, every second.

I don't like the look on his face.

'Malfoy what the hell are you doing?' I ask striding forward, and standing next to Gin, shoulders squared.

'Look Harry don't bother he is defiantly not worth it.' I move closer to him, wand drawn. Gin steps forward and pushes me back.

'NO! It's the first day back. You can't go pulling a stupid stunt like this!' I glare at Malfoy, he merely smirks at me.

'Yeah Potter listen to your bitch. She must be good for the likes of you.' I move round Gin, fist pulled back and before either can respond have launched my fist into his face. I smile at the sound of his nose breaking.

Ah revenge is sweet!!!!!

You get what you give Malfoy. I grab Gin's arm and pull her away.

'Stay. Away. From. Him.' I spit out each word, glaring at a point beyond her shoulder.

'HARRY! I'm not a little girl! I thought you understood that but you are acting just like Ron!' She yells at me. I look at her, but she turns away disappointedly.

'If you'll let me go I have class now.' She turns to walk away I place a hand on her arm she turns to me.

'I'm sorry Gin, but when I heard Malfoy. I-I couldn't help it. I don't want anyone to think that you're like some, some-' I stammer, unable to finish.

'It's okay Harry just let me defend myself next time would you? I may have needed to be saved back in my first year but not now. I am old enough to do it myself. Despite what my brothers think.'

I smile ashamedly, my glasses slip down my nose and I push them back up. Gin frowns at my hand; she takes out her wand and siphons the blood off. I open my mouth to say something, but she speaks quickly cutting me off, before I can start.

'I better get going, unlike some people I do actually have class now. Bye!' She skips down the corridor. Ron and Hermione stroll out front the Hall.

'We have a free now Harry, c'mon!'

'Yeah... See you later, Hermione!'

'Yeah 'Mione!!' Hermione shakes her head at us and turns to stroll to class.

I grin at Ron. ''Mione eh?'

'Shut it, Harry.'

I laugh, extremely grateful that he can't hear my inner voice which is currently screaming at me, much to my annoyance.

Ask her out you idiot!!!!!

For the last time, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well, I got detention. As if I would expect anything different.

From Snape.

Lord of the BATCAVE!!

I have got to stop listening to Gin.

I shake my head, and Hermione tuts.

'What?'

'Really, Harry, that was just irresponsible.'

'He tried to hex me in case you didn't notice!!!' I say completely exasperated with her.

He tried to hex me! What would anyone else do?

But noooooooooooooo!!! Harry is not allowed to react at ALL!!!!

Do I have to live my life with this sort of shit, hitting the fan ALL THE TIME!?!??!???

Judging by Hermione, expression, yes, yes I must.

Just, fantastic.

Just my fucking luck.

I sigh dragging a hand through my hair. Several girls sigh.

I look over at them bewilderedly. They giggle and run away.

I turn back to Ron and Hermione, Ron is looking as confused as I am since a few girls are looking at him the same way. Hermione is torn between amusement (at me) and jealousy (at Ron).

'What?' We ask her.

She laughs at us, 'you two are so oblivious it's almost sad.'

'Gee, thanks Hermione.' I say, sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

'It's just that... Oh how do I put this...? Don't look at me like that Ron... It's just that...'

A voice bursts through Hermione's ramblings.

'Oh my god!!! Does she know how lucky she is???? Damn Hermione Granger!!! She gets the two hottest guys in the school!!!!'

We both turn to Hermione, who gestures feebly before ducking her head.

We both look at her, Ron grinning a tad too much, for my comfort.

Just great, I scratch my neck as the pair stare at each other avidly.

Awkward? Party of one?

Yeah, names Harry Potter.

Harry Potter really?

It is pathetic that I have this in MY OWN HEAD!!! I can't away from it.

Damnit!!!!!

'Heya Harry!' Oh hi Ginny! How's your day been so far?'

'I just had a nice nap so...'

'History of Magic?'

'Yup, so my day is better, but you know, life is crazy. Crap Colin is yelling, here Dumbledore gave it to me. See ya!!!'

I take the note, ignoring the slight pulse up my arm. 'Bye!!'

'It's from Dumbledore!!! I have a lesson tonight! Snape is not going to like that.'

Hermione frowns but Ron looks eager.

We spend the next half hour discussing what he may teach me.

'My money's on some amazingly wicked spells!!!!!'

'You don't have any to bet! You wasted it on stuff from the twins shop. Besides that is illegal Ron!'

'Potter!'

'Professor!' McGonagall strides up to us, robes billowing.

'Here are the names of those who put their names down. Weasley, I am expecting that you return in good shape, this year.' Ron's eyes widen surprised.

'Ah thanks, Professor.' I say warily cast my eye down the list.

Three pages????? Tryouts are going to take an AGE!!!

And a half.

'I have also taken the liberty of booking the pitch for Saturday for you. You can get your wok completed, either Friday or Sunday. For your case I sincerely hope it's the former rather than the latter. Mr. Zabini, what do you think you are doing?'

McGonagall marches off in one direction, to berate Zabini for doing something or other.

Look down at the list, I gulp.

I have to sort this all out for Saturday... Oh this is not going to be fun.

'I just don't get why the team is so popular all of sudden.' I question out loud, looking up frowning in thought.

Hermione rolls her eyes, shaking her hair irritably. A couple of guys look up, Ron glares formidably, and they look down again, dejected.

Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay?

'Honestly, Harry. Don't you listen?' She holds up her hands and waves her hand at the end of the Gryffindor table as we enter the Great Hall. A bunch of girls start giggling madly and some of the older ones stare quite obviously at places, I'd rather they wouldn't.

'Oh.'

'Yes, according to the Gossipers who currently share my abode,' Rona and I smirk at her choice of words, 'Harry is the amazingly 'likable' at the moment.'

'If, you catch her drift!' Ginny grins, as she strolls past, with a couple of her friends.

'Gin!! Tryouts! Saturday!!' I call after her. My brain is currently unable to form coherent sentences with Ms. Weasley about.

Just great.

I turn back to Ron and Hermione, Ron is currently displaying his forearms.

I think I missed something.

Probably doesn't matter, I have other issues at the moment.

Like tryouts.

McLaggen???

Keeper?

Oh I am fucked.

Royally.

This becomes even clearer when Gin plonks herself down next to me and I go flying.

Much to Malfoys amusement.

Blast my new clumsiness.

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Currently sitting in potions.

Hmmmmmmmm...

This is good... I like this Potion... I crane my neck over at it.

Treacle tart...

I'm hungry...

Hmmmmmm...

I also want to go flying...

Hmmmmmmmmm...

What type of flowers are those?

Suddenly Hermione's hand shoots up near my nose. I jump up, startled.

You could have an eye out with that.

'Veritaserum, sir. It forces the drinker to tell the truth!' Hermione declares proudly. Malfoy mocks her in his row, much to the amusement of the other Slytherins. There's a loud thump from the other end of the table. Ron's elbow slipped and he has walloped his head off the desk.

Smooth.

I look over at him, he goes red, but I think I've gone the same colour.

Ernie looks extremely satisfied. If I didn't know him better, I think he was too satisfied.

'It's Amortentia, sir!'

Slughorn looks baffled by Hermione.

'I assume recognised it by its Mother of pearl sheen?'

'And the steam rising in characteristic spirals and how it smells different to each of us. I can smell new parchment, fresh mown grass and-' She stops turning bright red.

Slughorn ignores this and asks if she's related to someone or other, when she mentions that she's a muggleborn he wobbles with pride and asks me if this was the friends I spoke so highly of.

'Yes, Professor.'

He then rambles on some more. I really could not be bothered listening.

My brain is a fuzzy haze.

I blink trying to shake off the fumes.

What is that scent?

I think about it, frowning about it slightly. I think Slughorn takes it as interest.

Well, if he's gullible enough to believe it...

Who am I to argue?

Hmmmm... I know that smell from somewhere...

Question is, where?

Hmmmmmmmmm

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Still thinking about it, several hours later, whilst Hermione is giving out to me over the book.

Okay, as Ron said, I took a chance!

But life is about risk right?

Especially mine!

Sorry that I upstaged you for once in a subject.

Ginny comes over and it hits me.

It's her.

I slip off the couch.

It seems to be new fashion for me.

Not much of one to be honest.

The three of them look down at me.

I shoulda known.

I mean I know I like her... but...

Jesus Shit.

Ron is currently glaring at me.

Uh oh...

I think he suspects something.

Why did he suddenly have to develop the ability to notice this stuff?

I'm a dead man.

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