Chapter 11

Back to Class

"You three," Harry yelled down the corridor, "no running in the corridors." The three second year boys skidded to a halt, and began to walk at top speed around the corner. No doubt to immediately start running again once they were out of his sight.

"Hypocrite," Ginny muttered beside him.

"I know, but what am I meant to do, ignore them."

"I suppose not," Ginny answered yawning.

"Did you sleep alright? She didn't reply, just shrugged her shoulders.

"What did we promise each other Gin?"

"That we'd tell each other if we had bad dreams."

"Your idea if I remember. So did you?" Ginny nodded. Harry didn't push any further. He hated when others pushed him. Instead he put his arm around her shoulders, as they continued to walk to the great hall for breakfast.

"I was back in the Chamber again," she said as they waited for a set of stairs to swing round towards them.

"It's been awhile since you've dreamt that one," Harry said. "Anything different about it this time?"

"Not really."

"I guess being back here prompted it."

"I suppose. I'm being silly. It just seemed so real at the time that's all."

"You should have woken me. That's what we agreed."

"I know, I know. I just didn't want to disturb you. It being the first day, and you being Head B oy and everything."

"You're my first priority always. Anything else is unimportant, and if needs be I'll crash one of Binn's lessons and catch up on my sleep with him," Harry said making Ginny laugh. They were almost at the bottom of the stairs when Harry saw a pair of familiar heads below them.

"Is that them?" Ginny said.

"Yea that's them. Widdick wait there," he shouted. "Yea both of you," Harry added when both of them looked confused. The twins had been at the centre of a group of Ravenclaw first years who hurriedly abandoned them for breakfast.

"Morning Harry," they both said cheerfully.

"Good morning Hilary, Irene," he said

"She's Hilary, I'm Irene," one of them said.

"No you're not," Harry said smiling at the obvious trick. "Now this lovely lady beside me is Ginny, and she agrees with you about brothers. She though, unlike you, has the misfortune of having six older brothers. So if you think you've got problems…"

"Six brothers!" Irene interrupted her eyes opening wide.

"That's right, and two of them are twins as well," Ginny said laughing at their eye popping reaction.

"Cool," Hilary said, "did they come to Hogwarts.

"Yep, but don't believe half of what people tell you about them. Especially the fantasies that now surround what has become the epic tale of their departure."

"What's the real story?"

"Tell us please," they said eyes alight with excitement.

"There's no time," Harry said. "It's time for breakfast, but before you go I know you were both out after curfew last night. If I catch you out tonight it'll be a detention."

"We weren't honest."

"Now listen you two I have a certain magical gift. I can tell when I'm being lied to, and just because I didn't catch you red handed last night doesn't mean I don't know what you were up to. Now go and get breakfast."

"I like them," Ginny said as the twins walked through the doors of the great hall.

"I knew you would."

"And you're right we have got to keep them apart from Fred and George. I know that there's about nine years difference between them, but Hogwarts would never survive if they produced any offspring."

"We'd better get Fred and George married off then," Harry said laughing.

"Who'd have those two? I grew up with them, and I wouldn't inflict them on my worst enemy."

"Then Hogwarts and the Wizarding world is doomed," Harry said seating down and pulling a large plate of toast towards them.

"Very likely, still I did learn something else from them."

"What?"

"You're going to make a great dad one day," Ginny whispered as Ron and Hermione sat opposite them. Harry couldn't help himself he flushed bright red while Ginny helped him close his mouth. Fortunately Ron was too bleary eyed to notice, and Hermione was busy opening her copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Mr Potter?" a delicate voice said behind him. Harry turned and saw Miss Kittleson the other Transfiguration teacher standing holding a wad of timetables. Harry guessed she was in her early thirties with short brown hair that framed a plain looking face. She was also looking and sounding nervous, something that Harry was starting to get used to when new people spoke to him.

"Yes, Professor Kittleson," Harry replied.

"Um I have your timetable, and Miss… sorry Mrs Potter's as well." She handed over two pieces of parchment.

"Does this make you the head of house for Gryffindor Professor?" Harry asked trying to ignore how flustered and flushed she had become.

"Oh no the Headmistress still holds that title. I just get to do the donkey work," she said a anxious smile on her face.

"Well ok thanks for this," Harry said raising the timetable in his hand before turning back towards his breakfast.

"So what's first," Ron asked between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs.

"Defence against the Dark Arts," Ginny answered without looking up from her timetable.

"I guess we'll soon know if he's competent Hermione," Ron said, but she hadn't heard. Her head was deep in the Prophet.

"What's got your interest Hermione?" Harry asked a little louder than Ron had spoken.

"What… sorry Harry, did you say something?"

"The paper Hermione what's caught your interest?"

"Oh right. It's been sold." Sometimes a conversation with Hermione could be a tortuous process.

"What's been sold?"

"The Prophet, someone's bought a controlling stake in the Prophet."

"Who?" Ron asked before Harry could.

"It doesn't say. A private buyer, all minority shareholders are going to be bought out. I guess you'll probably be the one who finds out Harry," Hermione said.

"I don't like the sound of that," Harry said.

"Why? You're going to get your money" Ron mumbled with a full mouth.

"I don't know really, it just doesn't feel right. I just…"

"What Harry is trying to say Ron is that the Prophet, which is still the main source of daily news for the Wizarding World, is going to be in the hands of an unknown quantity," Hermione said. "If they start to have a go at Harry again, he won't be able to defend himself like he did last time, because he's no longer a shareholder."

"Blimey," Ron said.

"Is that what I meant to say Gin?" Harry said.

"I expect so. Your second brain is usually correct," Ginny said a broad grin on her face.

"Oh that's ok then," Harry said smiling at the scowl on Hermione's face at being called Harry's second brain. He saw Luna Lovegood getting up from the Ravenclaw table, books in hand, just behind Hermione's head. "I guess we should make our way to class."

"Yea we don't want to be late," Hermione said her face beaming with anticipation, while Ron's showed resignation. Catching Luna up was easy as the crowd of students again seemed to melt away in front of them. It was one aspect of their fame that Harry was beginning to appreciate.

"Good morning Luna," Harry said.

"Hello Harry, off to Defence?"

"That's right, you too?"

"Of course Daddy insisted I take it. It's going to be a lot of work though. We didn't have a teacher last year. Did you know that?"

"Yea Ginny told me. That's probably because I wasn't here for them to try and kill me." Luna frowned for a moment then said.

"They haven't all tried to kill you have they? That nice Mr Lupin wouldn't hurt a Nargle."

"He was a transformed werewolf at the time, so I suppose it wasn't really wasn't him."

"Oh, well that doesn't really count." Harry couldn't quite grasp how it didn't, after all Hermione and he would have been dead or infected without Buckbeak. Luna though, he had learned from experience, lived in a world with different rules to everybody else.

"Well I don't hold it against him, so perhaps you're right." Luna gave a broad smile. Harry had noticed she always smiled when someone agreed with her, and the world some how seemed a better place when she did.

"I'm sure Professor Urquhart won't try and harm you Harry."

"Well he'd be a first." The five of them were the first to arrive in the classroom, and the Professor was already there. They all sat in a group at the back and to the right and waited for the other students. Harry was glad of the time to study the man. He moved about fixing up the same posters that Snape had used in his first NEWT class, but it wasn't the subject matter that caught Harry's eyes, distressing though they were. It was the confident presence he exuded which told him that this man was not to be trifled with. He moved with short deliberate steps no movement was wasted.

Harry also noticed that when the other students arrived all of them, with only one notable exception, sat as far away from them as they could until they had no option. The exception of course was Colin Creevey, who immediately sat in the desk in front of him. Harry was realising that most of the students didn't know how to deal with him, any more than he did them.

"Hi Harry it's going to be great having lessons with you. It'll be just like the DA all over again," he said in his usual breathless manner. "Dennis is really jealous, it's a shame he can't be here too." Harry shuddered internally, the thought of one Creevey was bad enough, and both brothers would be a nightmare.

"I'm not teaching Colin."

"No, but I bet you're better at it than him," Colin whispered. Urquhart was now counting the number of students in the class, and with a grim smile seemed to believe that everybody was here.

"Right unless someone here is in the wrong class we have the right numbers. I don't intend to take a roll call they waste time, and time for this class is going to be at a premium, as we're going to have to cram two years into one. If you don't turn up for a class in the future that's your problem not mine." A few hands, including Hermione's, immediately shot up into the air, but Urquhart indicated that they should be lowered.

"I realise that those of you that were here last year were encouraged to study in your own time, in the hope that there would be a Professor this year. That also explains the reduced numbers. It seems teenagers and independent studying rarely go hand in hand. I hope that you have studied, it'll make your life a lot easier." Hermione's hand was once again in the air. "Go on then Miss Granger."

"Professor Harry, Ron and I have all completed the sixth year."

"I realise that Miss Granger, but that was over a year ago, and memories fade. If they haven't, then all well and good, but I must insist that you carry out the same work as everybody else." Ron gave Harry a look that said he should say something about having to do all that extra unnecessary work, but Harry felt that Urquhart had every right to ask that of them.

"My mission therefore is first and foremost to get you people to pass your Newts exam at the end of the year with the highest grade possible. This I'm afraid means that we will be forced to concentrate on the academic side, rather than learning how to actually defend yourselves." There was a great deal of moaning and groaning at this.

"You're joking," Ron said.

"No Mr Weasley I'm not. If I had two years with you then I would be delighted to teach you the art of defence, but I don't have that luxury. I would suggest you join the sixth year classes if they coincide with one of your free periods, but again I will leave that to your discretion. The exam is the target, and if you learn how to defend yourself along the way that'll be a bonus." Ron again looked at Harry mouthing silently to object. Harry though again found he agreed with Urquhart, and refused to comment.

"But what about the practical side of the exam," Ron insisted when he realised that Harry wasn't going to intervene.

"We'll be covering that side sufficiently Mr Weasley, but two thirds of the marks will come from your written papers, and that's what we will have to concentrate on. By all means feel free to practise in your own time. Now I feel it is my duty to tell you a little about myself, considering the wide range of teachers you have had in the past, and some of their abilities or lack of. I can't believe you learned much from a complete ponce, and a bureaucrat for example. First off I am not, nor have I ever been a death eater, unlike it seems several of my predecessors." Harry couldn't help himself and let out a snort. This earned him a wry grin from his teacher.

"I understand your scepticism Mr Potter, past experience has taught you to be wary. I'll let you make up your own mind, and in your own time. Now back to me, twenty-six years ago I left Hogwarts with I like to think were good results. My father was a muggle, and he came from a long line of Military officers. So long in fact that two of my ancestors fought at Waterloo, and one at Blenheim. If you don't understand any of the references I'm sure somebody will let you know after class. I joined the British army as a private. My Hogwarts qualifications weren't really helpful for joining the Officer programme. When I retired last year I'd managed to reach the rank of Major. Since then I've been training as a teacher." Harry wasn't sure he'd ever heard such a long and successful career summed up in so few words.

"Now I think we should have a general discussion about self defence. What would you say is the most important thing to remember if you're ever attacked?" Urquhart asked. "Yes you, tell me your name first."

"Colin Creevey sir, how about a shield charm."

"Well that'll be useful, but not what I had in mind, anybody else?"

"How about a good array of offensive spells?" a girl sitting at the front said.

"No I don't think that's the most important thing. Mr Potter perhaps you could enlighten us?" Harry groaned inwardly, you take down one Dark Lord and suddenly you were the expert.

"The most important thing to remember is not to panic, and then find an escape route."

"Good answer, nobody in this room is a trained Auror and to have a go, as they say, is brave but not necessarily the correct option."

"What if there is no escape?" Ron said. Harry could tell his friend was getting annoyed with Urquhart's lack of aggression.

"Then you maybe forced to defend yourself. A shield charm would be very handy then Mr Creevey." Colin grinned in pleasure at being recognised.

"What do you mean maybe, of course you have to defend yourself," Ron said ignoring Hermione who was trying to silence him.

"Mr Weasley the Wizarding World is no longer at war, thanks mostly to the efforts of you and your friends. However not every dangerous situation you may find yourself in, will be life or death. If a group of thugs leap out at you one night, demanding you hand over your galleons the safest course may well be to hand over the galleons. Not start blasting away with your wand, which could end up in injury or death."

"I'm not going to hand over my galleons without a fight."

"That'll be your choice Mr Weasley. Just remember that you will be choosing for anybody else with you, and those standing nearby, including the thugs. I've spent twenty-five years getting into and out of dangerous situations, and sometimes the best option is to just walk away. You're all young, and some of you may think you're invincible, let me assure you, none of you are."

"So what do you suggest we do if we have to fight?" This time it was Ginny who asked the question, her eyes narrowed. Urquhart didn't answer but looked questioningly at Harry.

"My advice, for what its worth, is don't hold back, and keep it simple," Harry answered.

"Good if someone ambushes you, an immediate violent counter attack will put them of balance, and have them reacting to you, this will give you the upper hand. Mr Potter could you give us some examples of keeping it simple?" Harry was just wishing the man would leave him alone.

"Expelliarmus saved my life once," he said unconsciously fingering the extra wand that was still in his inside pocket.

"A disarming spell, simple but very effective, and like Mr Potter here has saved my life on more than one occasion. Continue Mr Potter."

"Stunners, binding spells, summoning and banishing spells, creating fire and water in the right situations, but my favourite tends to be blasting hexes and curses."

"Is that how you killed my father," a voice shouted from the far side of the room.

"Mr Palladino I will not have outbursts like that in my classroom," Urquhart snarled in anger at him. "See me in my office at five. I'm sorry Mr Potter." Harry just shrugged his shoulders he didn't feel the need to get upset. He could feel Ginny's anger flare up, but he slid his hand across, and gentle squeezed her knee to reassure her.

"Right I know I said at the beginning that we'd be concentrating on the academic side this year, but for the rest of the class I would like to see what you're all capable of. So we'll be practising these simple, but effective spells."

Harry found that he was suddenly transported back three years to the DA, and without thinking about it found himself correcting the wand movements of others in the class. Hermione and Ginny followed his lead, and it wasn't long before nearly everybody there was successfully disarming and stunning each other, and blasting apart targets that had been conjured at the back of the room. The three of them didn't bother approaching Palladino, but he seemed competent enough and didn't really require any help. Enjoying himself the lesson finished much sooner than Harry wanted it to.

"Right that'll do for today, after that performance there's hope for you all out in the big bad world. The next lesson is Thursday afternoon, for homework I want you to answer as many questions as you can from the list I've written on the scrolls that are sitting on my desk. This is so I can gauge your general knowledge of the subject. Please put as much information down as you can. If you have no knowledge of any of the subjects say so, please don't try and look up the answers to try and impress me. This is a search for what you know, not a test." He looked directly at Hermione as he said this.

"Someone's already warned him about you," Harry whispered in her ear.

"Could you five stay behind for a few minutes," Urquhart asked making Harry's shackles instantly rise. "I promise I won't keep you long." The rest of the class filed out with Palladino giving Harry a death glare that he frankly found pathetic, Draco Malfoy had been much better at it, mind you he might have stood in front of the mirror for hours practising it. Colin Creevey looked like he wanted to stay and listen, but a sharp look from Urquhart sent him scurrying away.

"First of all I want to thank you for all your help today. I don't think I've been that nervous since I took command of my first platoon."

"You're welcome Professor," Hermione said trying to be polite, but Harry could tell she wasn't happy about being singled out.

"Mr Weasley I want to thank you for stirring things up, but I hope you take on board what I said. You're a long time dead, try and remember that. Now to get to the real reason I wanted to talk to you. You may have noticed that I was a little brief about my service record."

"It sounded like a classic case of British understatement," Ginny said.

"Yea well, not everybody needs to know my history, and I'll be grateful if you don't bandy what I'm about to tell you, but I digress. I spent a fair proportion of my time in Special Forces of one sort or another, it's easier when your a wizard, and I've seen more than my share of violent death in my time. If any of you need someone to talk to outside of your tight knit circle, please don't hesitate to come and see me. I've had some experience of dealing with battle trauma, and trust me when I say talking about it amongst your friends, and sometimes with a stranger when you can't, can really helps."

"I think we'll be fine," Harry said.

"I hope so Mr Potter, I hope so, but my offer stands. The Country owes you all a debt and I'd like a chance to have a part in playing some of it back."

"Well thanks for the offer sir," Harry didn't want to be rude, and it had been a reasonable lesson. Trust though had to be earned, and it would be a long time until he would even consider trusting someone he'd only just met. None of them spoke until they were outside the classroom and walking down the corridor.

"Well that wasn't so bad," Hermione said.

"Yea that was a cool lesson. Shame none of the others will be as good. What did you think of him Harry?" Ron asked.

"We've had worse, but I'm reserving judgement. Everything he said could be a pack of lies." He looped his arm with Ginny's and looked at Luna who was quietly humming to herself. "What do you think Luna?"

"He'll be fine," was all she said and then continued humming.

"I've got to go to Ancient Runes," Hermione said, "coming Ginny, Luna."

"Yea ok, see you at lunch Harry," Ginny said. Harry had time for just a quick kiss, and she was gone leaving him feeling deflated.

"You're really going to have to get over this Harry," Ron said.

"Get over what?" Harry answered not paying attention as he was still looking along the corridor Ginny had walked down.

"Get over being parted from Ginny of course." Harry looked at him in amazement he would never have suspected Ron to notice his reactions. "Hermione pointed it out," he added when he saw his look.

"I can't help it. I'm fine if I'm leaving her, but when she leaves me it's different somehow."

"It's not like she's running off to meet someone else."

"I know that. There's as much chance of that as there is of me running of with someone. She was willing to die for me!"

"So what is it?"

"I get this bad feeling something's going to happen to her if I'm not there."

"Have you got any evidence to back that up," a frown crossed Ron's face.

"No of course not," Harry said and Ron's faced relaxed. "I think it all started when we were separated, me here in the hospital wing, and Ginny at St Mungo's. I hated that, and I don't want that to happen again."

"I'll make you a promise Harry. I will do everything in my power to make sure that it won't, alright." Harry smiled at his friend.

"Thank you, I guess we should make a start on the homework."

"Are you mad, it's only the first day."

"Have you looked at it yet?"

"No."

"He's given us forty-nine questions to answer, and I can give some sort of answer to all the ones I quickly looked at. It's going to take hours to finish it."

"Well just say you don't know anything about some of them. How's he going to tell the difference."

"He's not, but Hermione will. Besides do you really want to have a lesson on something we've already covered?" Ron's face fell at the thought, and then groaned.

"I suppose we could make a start."

XXXXX

It was just the four of them for potions. Luna had dropped the subject, even though she had received an outstanding, when she had eventually taken her OWL. She had said it was too much like cooking. Harry entered the dungeon with a sense of resignation. Without question he had spent some of the worst moments of his life in here with Snape, and although Slughorn had been a vast improvement he had still felt uncomfortable.

Harry sat at his old table with Ginny beside him, and pulled out the battered copy of Advanced Potion-Making that he had retrieved from the Room of Requirement just before lunch. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Hermione had recognised it, by the severe glare she gave it, but he pretended not to notice. Ginny picked it up and began to flick through it, occasional squinting as she tried to read the appalling handwriting.

"You can borrow it if you want," Harry said.

"I could have done with this last year," she said as she twisted the book around to read something scrawled down the centre margin.

"Slughorn said you were a great potions maker anyway."

"That probably had more to do with the fact that I was using Ravenclaw's possessed cauldron. I was always mediocre before then."

"Rubbish that had more to do with the git who was failing to teaching it correctly, just because you were another Weasley."

"I could still have used this though."

"Well you're more than welcome to look at it, and copy anything out of you want," Harry said this loud enough for Hermione to hear. She pretended not to hear. Harry smiled to himself. If it wasn't part of the official book, then it must be cheating. Despite the fact that the results were the same if not better.

"I think I will," Ginny said.

"Welcome to the seventh year potions class," Margarita Rossi said with a slight accent. She had glided into the classroom from the store cupboard without Harry really noticing her. Snape had always made a dramatic entrance intending to intimidate his class, while Slughorn had just sort of wobbled in.

"Now this class has had some very patching teaching over the last year, so it's going to be tricky getting you all prepared for your final exams. There will be extra work on top of what is already going to be a busy year. A select few of you have already completed the sixth year. I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to repeat certain parts of it again." Ron groaned out loud, earning himself an elbow in the ribs from Hermione, and a snicker from Ginny.

"Seventh years are also required to conduct a year long research project. This year I want you to come up with a way to test if someone has taken the antidote to Veritaserum. How you go about this is entirely up to you. I should point out that there is no known test available at the moment, so don't try and find it in the library or any where else you'd be wasting time. It does not exist. I do not expect any of you to succeed. Marks though will be earned on how you go about it and your research notes. We will cover how to do all this in more detail next lesson, but you have been warned." There was a gleam in Hermione's eyes at the thought of being the first person to discover a viable test.

"Today I thought we'd do something new for everybody. The Skele-Gro potion, does anybody here have any experience with it." She looked around expectantly waiting for a hand to rise, but Harry was determined not to become the centre of attention again and stayed silent. "I can't believe nobody here has ever had to take some. What has become of the reckless youth these days surely somebody here has injured themselves sufficiently to take it."

"Harry has Professor," Ron said eager to please and earning a glare from Harry.

"Is that correct Mr Potter?"

"Yes I've had to take it."

"So what did you think of it?"

"It was definitely one of the most unpleasant experiences of my life."

"So you wouldn't want to take it again?"

"Not if I can help it, but to be honest there's usually no alternative. The first time I took it was when that pillock Lockhart banished the bones in my arm. The second was a few months ago for my legs. It was revolting both times."

"You didn't tell me about that!" Ginny said her face suddenly red with anger.

"Well it never came up."

"You lose the bones in your legs and you don't think to tell me! We're together you're meant to share things like that."

"I forgot ok. Things were a little crazy back then. You were in coma. I was more worried about you than my already healed injuries." Harry could tell that Ginny was about to have another go at him, but was interrupted by a loud cough from Professor Rossi.

"Diverting though this is perhaps we should get back to today's lesson, and you can sort out your delightful domestic problems later."

"Sorry Professor," Harry said thoroughly embarrassed. Ginny remained silent but he could feel her seething underneath her not so calm exterior, it was only the fact that they were in a public place that prevented her from continuing with the argument. He tried to hold her hand but she slapped it away, confusing Harry further.

"For the next hour and a half I want you to all to start the first part of preparing Skele-Gro. While doing that I want you to think about how you can improve on its favour, or whether we should even try to. The last half hour while be a group discussion on that very topic." Flicking through his potion book Harry found the correct page and began to follow the instructions, but was unable to concentrate fully as Ginny refused to met his eyes. It was only the timely intervention of Professor Rossi that prevented him from botching the potion. It was a long two hours for Harry, and when it ended it was with some relief and not a little trepidation.

Both of them walked back to their room in silence. Ron and Hermione had caught the vibrations, and parted company from them as soon as possible. Harry couldn't understand what he had done, or why Ginny seemed to be so mad at him. Her anger had ebbed and flowed throughout the lesson baffling him further. If it had been anybody else he knew he wouldn't have stood for this treatment, but it was Ginny and he loved her.

"I'm sorry Harry," Ginny said as soon as he had closed the door to his room. She sat at the end of the bed her head bowed and in her hands.

"You're sorry. I thought you were angry at me," he said totally puzzled.

"I was, and now I'm angry at myself, for getting angry at you." Harry sat down next to her and cautiously put his arm around her. He was rewarded when she leant her head on his shoulder.

"I nearly told you about my injuries several times," he said quietly, "but I didn't want to spoil the mood. We were having such a good time."

"I don't know why I got cross. It's not like I even asked you about your injuries. It's… it just boils up in me sometimes, without warning." Ginny gave a sniff.

"Come on love we knew it wasn't going to be easy to get over something like that. Tell me what to do."

"Just hold me for now, please."

"That I can do, or at least until your stomach starts growling for food." Ginny gave a short laugh. The Weasley stomach was notorious for letting everybody know when it was hungry.

"So what did you think of the new Professor?" Ginny asked.

"She's ok I guess, as Ron said she's easy on the eye, but she's not in your league," he added quickly. "What did you think?"

"There was something off about her," she answered and when she saw his face added. "I don't know what it was, so don't ask. I just have this feeling she was hiding something."

"Well she stopped me from ruining my potion. So she can't be all that bad. Snape would never have bothered to do that."

"Hmm, I reckon she fancies you."

"Oh please, don't be silly. She must be twice my age."

"No I'm telling you, she kept looking in your direction the whole time."

"Yea well even if she was its tough. My heart already knows where it belongs."

"Ah that's lovely Harry, very smooth. You should have saved that for when Ron was in earshot. It's enough to make the strongest stomach puke."

"I don't know I try to say something nice…"

"I appreciate every sentiment," Ginny interrupted, and pushing him on to his back.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me Mrs Potter?"
"You bet your last galleon I am Mr Potter."

"It's probably a good thing to. I have to go on patrol tonight."

"Then I think I might join you, and keep you out of trouble."

"Get me in it more like."

"Enough talk," Ginny said, and Harry found he didn't want to say anything as she forced her lips against his, sending shivers up and down his spine.