A/N: Dear readers, I would like to say that I got kidnapped by evil wizards, and I've been busy saving the world. Sadly, if I said this it would be a lie. Instead of kicking some evil wizard butt, I've gotten sidetracked by reality. All I have to say is sorry for the wait, I'll try to be better about updating.
The duo quickly gathered Harry's school things. After finding Harry's invisibility cloak they were dismayed to find out that the cloak was too small to cover both of them, so the two teens carefully made their way down to the common room, and found a girl to go get Ginny's stuff. They were soon on their way to Harry's potion lesson.
"Harry m'boy!" Slughorn boomed as he walked in the room, closely followed by Ginny. "And miss Weasley, you don't have potions today," he critically noted their current state, having not witnessed the fiasco at breakfast. "Surely either of you could have whipped up a potion that could fix this." He indicated to where they were stuck together at the hips.
Ginny laughed. "This is our punishment, professor."
"But Miss Weasley, I'm sure you and Mr. Potter didn't do anything wrong."
"Just the spell," Ginny grumbled.
"Well no matter, if you are staying for class miss Weasley, I'm sure you can benefit from watching Mr. Potter work."
Harry, having the normal mind of a teenage boy, blushed at the double meaning that Professor Slughorn had obviously missed. Ginny just giggled at him.
Potions didn't go too terribly, in fact it went rather well, the only thing that seemed even slightly off- other than the fact that Ginny was attached to Harry's hip- was the fact that Dean kept glaring at her.
"Well that wasn't as bad as I'd thought," Harry said when class was over. "I don't think Dean's too happy though," he grinned.
Ginny frowned; "what are you so happy about?"
"Oh nothing," he said, waving his hand. The monster in his chest was very content. "We'd better get going, we don't want to be late to McGonagall's class- it'll be bad enough as it is." He quickly changed the subject.
Despite their best efforts to get to class early, they were still a few minutes late. Between stumbling, one or the other walking too fast, and trying to go separate ways-, all of which were painful, it took longer than expected to get to the transfiguration classroom.
"Well I'm glad you decided to join us Miss Weasley and Mr. Potter. Today's lesson wouldn't be possible if it weren't for the two of you." Harry groaned, he could only imagine what McGonagall had in mind for the lesson. McGonagall turned back to the class, "you see fifth years, this is an example of why one must always concentrate on the spells one is performing." She indicated for Harry and Ginny to come to the front of the classroom.
"Great," Harry whispered, so only Ginny could hear him.
"You see, miss Weasley was trying to perform a spell on another student, which, unfortunately, backfired," Professor McGonagall knew that it had really been Ronald Weasley's fault that the two teens were stuck together, but most of her fifth year students didn't know that, and in her opinion, didn't need to know.
Harry and Ginny shared incredulous looks, but otherwise didn't comment on their teacher's mistake.
Luna in a dreamy voice asked, "did the Blibbering Humdingers get you? They're particularly abundant this year, you know."
"Er, no." Harry said uncomfortably. The class (excluding Luna, McGonagall and Harry) burst out laughing. Harry turned his head to Ginny, "what are you laughing at?" he scowled.
"You," she said when she'd calmed down.
"Quiet class!" McGonagall interrupted, "the two of you may go sit down now."
They made their way to the back of the classroom. "Most of the class was probably laughing at Luna, but you know, we must be a funny sight. I just thought you were funny, if we just acted like this was normal they probably wouldn't laugh at us. Maybe if you put your arm around my waist it wouldn't be as noticeable that we're stuck together," Ginny said slyly "then some people might think we simply want to be together."
Harry thought this sounded like a good idea. Harry tried, in vain, to reassure himself that it was because people would stop laughing at them, and not because he would get to touch Ginny's waist.
Fortunately for them McGonagall didn't feel the need to torment them any longer so the rest of the class went well. The fifth years were learning how to do simple first year transfigurations nonverbally, Professor McGonagall actually had a point about needing to concentrate on spells, other than to torment Harry and Ginny. Unfortunately they still had to get through lunch, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Quidditch practice.
"Class dismissed." Professor McGonagall called. Everyone rushed to the back of the classroom to get to lunch as quickly as possible, Harry and Ginny, who were just trying to get out of their chairs without falling over, were accidentally knocked over by the stampede of fifth years.
"Oof!" Ginny grunted as she and her dark haired friend impacted with the ground. "Well, now how are we supposed to get up? It was hard enough just to get out of the chairs."
Just when Harry thought he couldn't get anymore embarrassed Professor McGonagall came over. "You could ask for help, you know." She smiled, "it may be your punishment to be stuck together all day, but that doesn't mean you both have to be stranded on the floor all day too."
Harry reached for her hand, but she just flicked her wand, and they levitated off the floor. The two teens brushed the dirt off their robes, and thanked the professor. They then made their way to the Great Hall.
Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny's back, like she had suggested, he stared ahead with a goofy grin plastered to his face; if he'd looked at Ginny he would have seen the contented look on her face as well. "I wondered if you two were coming." Ron said, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes when they sat down at the Griffindor table. "'Course I don't think you'd be able to keep Ginny from dinner if you tried," said Ron.
"Ron!" Hermione hit him on the arm.
"It's ok Hermione, at least I don't have gravy on my robes." Ginny shot back, sending her brother a disgusted look.
Ron looked down at his stained robe and shrugged, "it'll wash."
Hermione scrunched her nose at Ron's robes. Instead of berating him further she changed the subject. "So do you know how you're supposed to get unstuck?"
"Actually I was just thinking about that," Ginny said. "The spell was designed to make the two of you stick together whenever you talked or thought about each other, so if Harry and I don't talk to each other then we should get separated."
"But you didn't say Harry's name this morning and Harry didn't say your name." Ron pointed out. "So that must mean you were thinking about each other."
Ginny shook her head; "I was trying to concentrate on the spell."
They all turned to look at Harry who pretended to be really interested in the gravy, and acting like he wasn't blushing. "Has anyone ever noticed how they always make about ten different kinds of gravy at one meal? I mean how many people actually eat Giblet Gravy?"
"Very smooth Potter," Ginny laughed.
"Well really, does anyone ever eat it?" he asked defensively.
Hermione sighed, "Harry stop trying to change the subject, we all know you were thinking about Ginny this morning, and apparently you haven't stopped all day."
"It's kinda hard not to think about someone when you're stuck to them," Harry grumbled quietly.
"Yes well now you need to focus on getting unstuck," said Ron, "because we have Quidditch practice later."
"How could you have cast the spell without knowing the counter spell?" asked Hermione, incredulously.
Harry blushed and said, "we weren't thinking about the counter." At the same time Ginny said, "I've forgotten what the counter spell is."
Hermione stared at Ginny; "So there is a counter, but why don't you want to tell us?" she turned to glare at Harry, knowing he would give in long before Ginny would.
Just as he was starting to really get scared that Hermione might make him tell the bell rang, announcing the end of lunch.
"Whew, saved by the bell," Ginny whispered when they made it out of the Great Hall, and away from hearing range of Hermione. "Hopefully she won't get a chance to ask again in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"I doubt she will, Snape wouldn't allow it." The dark haired wizard replied, almost glad Snape didn't allow talking- or happiness, in his class.
They slowly made their way to the Defense classroom, each thinking about what Hermione had asked. Sure, the counter would be really simple, but it would be embarrassing, just as they had intended for Ron and Hermione. Of course neither would mind, but they didn't know that.
"Well Potter, I was starting to question if you were even attracted to girls at all," drawled Draco Malfoy from behind them, as they made their way to class.
Harry could feel Ginny shaking with rage next to him.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered to her. "Just ignore him."
"I guess this proves that you're not though, because if I was attached to the Weaselette I'd snog her senseless. I bet this is your dream isn't it Weaselette?" he addressed Ginny, "to be stuck to Harry Potter all day- but I'm sure you'd rather be stuck somewhere else rather than at the hip."
Ginny had just pulled her wand to hex him when Malfoy elicited a very girly scream. Pus filled boils had appeared all over his face.
"Let's go," Harry said, stowing his wand. "Those'll start to smell soon." So, off they went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Ginny laughed "thought you said to ignore him."
"He's a disgusting pig, and he deserved it."
"I'm not arguing there, but I thought we would just walk off."
"He was insulting you, he can insult me all he wants, but I won't let him say those things about you." Harry looked ahead determinedly, in hopes that he wouldn't blush. However, he failed to notice the smile his companion had on her face until they reached the classroom- thankfully on time.