Chocolate Frogs and Snogs As Well

Ginny paced in front of Fred and George's bedroom door. She glanced over her shoulder. Her mother had told her not to go waking Harry up, because he needed rest. When Ginny saw that the cost was clear, she dashed inside the small room and closed the door behind her.

Harry lay on Fred's bed. Ginny couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. His head had lolled to one side, letting his bangs fall to the side. His famous scar showed through his hair.

Ginny went and sat down on the chair next to the bed.

She couldn't think of what to say. It wasn't like Harry could hear her, but she thought that she needed to say something.

Instead she seized Harry's hand in her own, and laid her head on the bed, inches from Harry's face.

She looked up into Harry's face and watched him breathe peacefully.

The hours went by fast as she sat and stared at Harry, soon falling asleep herself.

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Harry opened his eyes.

Ginny!

Although his vision was a little blurred – someone must have removed his glasses - he knew right away that he was staring and Ginny Weasley's face.

­Everything came rushing back to Harry. That awful day when he had to leave Ginny… Monsieur… the bare room… the mind games… and then when he came back to England, not remembering a thing… Dumbledore still alive… and - Ginny!

Harry couldn't believe it. He had been with Ginny for months, and he hadn't even remembered her! ­Well, I did get flashes of her from the past, but that doesn't count…

Harry felt Ginny's hands in his and tightened the grip. He moved his head closer to Ginny's, not wanting to get up and tear away from her face.

Harry marveled at all the thoughts flying through his head. It had been over a year since he had seen Ginny as Ginny! He'd forgotten everything about her, and now here he was, his face an inch away from hers.

And then he remembered everything Ginny had told him in the past couple of months. Dumbledore was alive! He hadn't died, as Harry had thought. And Snape – he hadn't really murdered him –

Ginny yawned. Harry's heart skipped a beat.

He was finally going to be able to hear her speak to him again. But was she still going to be interested him?

Ginny grumbled a bit and then opened her eyes.

Ginny stared at Harry, dumbstruck. Her jaw dropped open, like it would anytime a famous boy she was in love with who defeated Voldemort and got hit in the chest with seven Avada Kavadavras and still managed to survive had his beautiful, green eyes open for the first time in days and was staring intently at her.

Finally, Ginny came to her senses and yelled, "HAAAAAAAAAAAARY!!!!"

She flung herself into Harry's arms, pulling him close.

"Oh my god, Harry!" Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist. "I can't believe you're alive…"

She started to sob into his chest.

"It's alright, Ginny," Harry consoled. "It's alright…"

Harry pulled her even closer to him, if that was even possible. He was sitting up in bed now. The covers had fallen off, revealing his bare chest, which, although had many cuts, was still rather muscular.

"Harry…" Ginny mumbled. "You remember, don't you? … You remember me, right? I mean, really me?"

Harry smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "How could I not, Ginny… I'm so sorry. Everything's all my fault… if I hadn't done it… I knew it was a mistake…"

Ginny didn't manage to ask him what was a mistake, because as soon as his lips touched her forehead, all her feelings started to gain control of her, and she couldn't help but wonder whether he still had real feelings for her.

"Harry… are you still… I mean, do you still want… I mean…" Ginny blushed.

Harry looked at her, puzzled.

Ginny pulled away from him to look up at him. "It's just that when you left Harry," she started, trying to find the right words. "Well, I think if you remember… I mean you sort of said you loved me, and…"

Harry smiled. "I did, didn't I?"

Harry leaned down to her face and placed his lips on hers. The kiss went on for what seemed like hours. Ginny couldn't think of anytime that they'd shared a more passionate kiss.

"Ginny! Did I hear you call Harry?" It was Ron. He seemed excited. "Is he awake?"

Ron charged into the room, and then froze in his tracks as he saw his sister snogging his best friend.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Ron yelled, although he didn't seem very angry.

But before he could take a step, the door snapped shut and locked itself, leaving Harry and Ginny alone once again, with Ron's shout from outside.

Ginny giggled. She'd seen Harry use magic without a wand before, but it still surprised her a bit.

"Where were we?" Harry asked her. And then, acting as if it had just dawned on him, he said, "Oh, right," and leaned down and kissed her again.

More voices could be heard outside. It seemed as if Hermione had heard Ron's shouts.

Suddenly the door flew open. Hermione had her wand in her hand, and she was looking very happy. "Harry! You're awake!"

But before she could hug him, Ron punched Harry in the face.

"Ron! Don't hit him!"

But Ron didn't listen.

"How could you die on me, mate?" he asked. "Do you know how worried sick I've been these last couple of days?"

Ginny, who had been as worried as him, if not more, still couldn't help but say, "Honestly, Ronald. You're turning into our mother."

Harry laughed.

Ginny broke apart from him to allow Hermione to hug him.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, taking a Chocolate Frog from the pile of sweets and flowers laying next to Fred's bed. "You can't believe just how terrified we've all been. Mrs. Weasley wrote to you're aunt and uncle. They must have been horrified, of course…"

"Oh, sure," Harry laughed again." How many times do I have to tell you, Hermione? They'll just be furious I didn't really manage to die…"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, "You actually remember… so you've gotten your memories back…"

She broke off, looking stunned.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"What is it, 'Mione?" Ron too was looking curious.

"I don't believe it…"

"You don't believe what, Hermione?"

"Harry – Harry it's you!"

"What are you talking about, Hermione. I know it's me."

"No!" Hermione said, more excited. "I mean it's you!"

She showed them the Chocolate Frog card that she was holding.

Harry couldn't speak. His face was on the card. His face. His green eyes kept blinking, and the scar on his forehead looked more there than it usually did. It was like the makers of the card had tried to make it more visible, without making it too large.

"Oh, right," Ron said. "I read something about this in the Prophet. Harry, they must have printed billions of these…"

Sure enough, after they went through the rest of the Frogs, they found five more of Harry's. All of them had the same picture, and at the bottom read Harry Potter.

"Read it, Harry," Ginny said, excited.

Harry turned the card over, to find a long description of himself that seemed too long to even fit the small page.

Harry Potter, born to Lily and James Potter on July 31st, 1980, is currently known to be the most powerful wizard in the world –

"What?" Harry looked dumbstruck. "What are they talking about? Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the world. I'm nothing compared to him…"

"Harry," Hermione reasoned. "Most people think Dumbledore is dead. Go on, now."

- Having escaped the most feared Dark Lord in these last few centuries by the age of one with only a legendary scar to mark his dark past, Potter quickly became know as The Boy Who Lived. At the age of eleven, Potter escaped He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named -

"Honestly. Can't they even call him by his name now?"

- again, saving Nicolas Flamel's Sorcerer Stone with him. During his second year of Hogwarts, Potter was discovered to be a Parselmouth – a sign of a dark wizard. Of course, no one knows how Potter ever acquired the knowledge of the language -

"They think."

- but we do know that he is the farthest person from dark as anyone can be. Potter went through many more adventures during his time in Hogwarts – such as winning the Triwizard Tournament – eventually leading him to the fabled Department of Mysteries. Many people named him The Chosen One after that particular night…

"How much more are they going to write?" Harry said, "taking his eyes off of the card. "This is ridiculous, look - 'Potter has even been know to be more powerful than Albus Dumbledore' – Honestly, what do they think - "

"Maybe they're right, Harry," Hermione said. "I mean, you did survive seven killing curses. I don't think even Dumbledore could have done that…"

"Hermione…"

"Let me read that, Harry," Hermione said, taking the card from him. "'Potter, shot with seven killing curses on the morning of December twenty-third looked dead. Of course, no one knew that he had actually survived the curses' - How do they know that already?"

"I'd think reporters would be all over the property by now," Ginny said.

"Maybe Dumbledore put an anti-apparating charm around it."

"Good thing, tooDon't want all those people staring at my stupid scar…"

"I actually like it. "

"Why thanks, Ginny. You know, I don't mind you staring at it…"

"Oh, God," Ron rolled his eyes. "They're going to start all over again."

"I think you're right, Ronald," Ginny said. "You better get out quickly…"

Ron pulled Hermione out of the room, mumbling about sisters who were not respectful.

Harry smiled at Ginny. "We better enjoy our next five minutes alone, Gin. Everyone will want to have a look at me. I mean, I am famous…"

Ginny smiled back. "Yes well, we better, I suppose."

AN

How did you like this chapter? I still haven't finished the story, because I think I have a few unsolved mysteries to tie together, so look out for the next chapter. Please, please review. It will make me very happy because I want to have at least a hundred reviews before I finish this fic.