Sorry for slow update. Thanks for the review it kinda prodded me to write more. Not sure where I got half my ideas from :P

Harry was running down the long, intertwining corridors. He needed to get to the Hospital Wing with Ron or he would be late for class and he didn't know what was wrong with Ron. He thought he had fever but he hadn't seen it like this before; however knowing Ron, Ron was being dramatic and a drama Queen. Suddenly he slipped. Ron's body broke from the spell and Harry found it too difficult to keep Ron up in his arms, unable to regain his balance he crashed down, slamming his chin into the floor biting his lip. The world was going to go unconscious soon and unless someone helped him he was going to be in an awful deal of pain. "Good gracious Potter, what the fuck happened to you?" he heard a baffled professor Slughorn running down the corridor, he helped Harry up to his feet but immediately Harry opened his mouth and blood came pouring out, he lost his balance again and dropped to the floor. "Oh dear Harry, me boy" Slughorn said in a sympathetic tone to Harry, he quickly whisked out his wand and curled it. A pump of purple smoke entailed the wand wherever it went. Harry felt his tongue heal and the dried blood left is mouth.

"Thanks sir" he said, turning to his potions teacher.

"Harry me boy, I know you like my class but you don't need to run, you won't be late. And what has happened to Ron", he said looking to Ron, whose body was limp on the floor "he looks like he has had a boogie 'Bertie Bots Every Flavour Bean' he looks awful. You better take him to the hospital wing", "that was where I was going sir" Harry replied, then Slughorn pointed his wand at Ron and Ron disappeared into thin air, "now off to my class, Ron will be ok."

Potion was fun, Slughorn made the class boil a potion that would make anyone hiccup for a day or two, depending on the strength. It was coming up to break and Harry wanted to see Ginny to give her a present that he had made under the desk at break. It was a bracelet and Harry had made it from gold that he had seen in the holidays. Ginny knew that Dean was looking over constantly.

After class she decided she was going to talk to him, he was really annoying her now. Then suddenly an hand encircled her arm and it pulled her backwards.

"You now get to know what I want"

"What do you want Dean"

"Oh I think you know" he said with a mischievous grin on his face "My family as you know lost a lot of money in the bank after... happenings so I need to make some money. And what do I want you for, well you can do one of two things, be a prostitute or let me sell pictures of you naked and in lesbian poses."
"I will agree to number two if you give me a list of your customers. I want to see who is interested in me. And this way I take it you won't tell"

"Of course. So meet me on Thursday after classes in the room of requirement, I will be thinking 'I need to make money'"

He walked off with a smirk on his face. He was still contemplating the thought of getting money by the second. Ginny was nervous though. That fateful night had scared her. Harry always had a fucking strop the second something went against him. Ron would be mental and her mum would be furious. She knew her mum was one of those, "oh I wish he was my son" people who would give up their children for a fucking replacement.

Harry ran up behind her.

"Hi Ginny," he said looking round so that he was looking at her profile, "you want to ditch transfiguration and have the day to ourselves."

"well I am sure McGonagall would be angry if we did. I don't know" he then loomed into her eyes, the same face that always won over her, "fine" she said half smiling.

They dashed into the common room and then they started to kiss, vigorously and romantically at the same time. Ginny had already taken her sweatshirt and tie of the second she ran through the portrait, she was taking her shirt of, and then was in just in bra and a skirt. Harry started to rub his hand on her front, gradually going up to her perky breasts; he slipped his hands under her bra. Suddenly the portrait opened and stood a very angry McGonagall and a nervous Hermione standing behind her trying peer round. Ginny jumped to the back of the chair, Harry was hoping McGonagall hadn't seen Ginny or at least hadn't seen her upper body, to try to convince her he wasn't well he quickly muttered under his breath "vomir" and threw up onto the floor. He then fell to his knees. Still throwing up. Mrs McGonagall rushed to him. She stood next to him looking worried, and grabbed his arm. She then drew out her wand and said the incantation "Vomirestnul". He stopped.

"Potter where is Ginny?"

"I don't know"

"Wasn't she the one who helped you here"

"Oh yeah, she is in the Girls dorm, she is just getting me a bowl."

"Well when she gets back downstairs tell her that she needs to hurry to my lesson. You are excused encase you vomit again but if you feel better at lunch then you can go back to you lessons."

With that she turned and left Harry. Ginny then peered round the couch, looking at Harry, then she put her clothes back on and left, shivering.

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