Sorry guys, for not updating in a while, but I've had schooly things to do, sucky schooly things :( I'm really sorry, but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 5

"I'm leaving - now," Harry said, but Ron wasn't listening. He was staring at his reflection in the bathroom with a weird expression, flexing his muscles. Harry blinked.

"Good luck," Ron said absently.

"Alright," Harry whispered to himself, leaving the dorm.

Right, here you go Harry... you're going to be stuck with Ginny for a while. And she's not crazy. Because she wouldn't have done any of that unless she was crazy. But she's better now. She doesn't want to kiss you anymore. And you don't want to kiss her anymore. I mean, you never wanted to kiss her in the first place, but now you just want to kiss her less... don't you?

"Oh my god, shut up voices in my head!"

"Alright crazy," someone said, and he jumped. Why did there always have to be people around when he talked to himself? Worse yet, why her? "Oops! Sorry to scare you," Ginny said as he started breathing a little more heavily.

"Oh, yeah... I'm really jumpy because of... Voldemort."

Wow. That had to be the lamest excuse ... ever. Or something! He mentally cursed himself, since he couldn't do it out loud anymore.

"Oh," Ginny said.

"Hmm..." Harry nodded. Freak. He was a freak, not Ginny. Malfoy had always been right. He was a scar-headed freak.

"I really hate Umbridges detentions," Ginny sighed. Harry's eyes flickered to her hand, and saw scars similar to his own. Ginny pulled a face and subconsciously stroked her hand.

"What did you do?" Harry asked, slightly horrified.

Ginny turned slightly pink. "Well, she was using you as an example for mentally unstable people... so I confronted her. After last night, I think I should be labeled a mentally unstable person."

Harry felt a surge of warmth towards Ginny Weasley, yet he also felt confusion at her naming herself mentally unstable.

"What do you-?"

"Potter, Weasley."

They had arrived at Umbridge's office and he hadn't even noticed. By the look on Ginny's face, she seemed slightly grateful at arriving.

Harry stared at her for a second in disbelief. She had to remember last night.

"Come in. Your detention will begin now."

Ginny met Harry's eyes for a second but then looked away hastily and went into Umbridge's office. Harry saw it as following Ginny into Hell itself, but he didn't have much of a choice.

"It's going to be alright," Ginny suddenly whispered casually as they sat down in front of Umbridge's desk.

"OK," Umbridge said in a high voice, and Harry immediately looked away from Ginny. "You will each be writing I shall not go for midnight strolls."

Ginny pursed her lips tightly, and normally Harry would be doing the same. But, firstly, that didn't seem very sinister at all, and secondly, he was very curious as to what Ginny had meant.

He stared at the quill in front of him, feeling Umbridge's eyes on him. Ginny had already picked hers up.

But she wasn't using it... and Umbridge noticed.

"Do it, girl!" she demanded. Ginny didn't look up, but put the quill to the paper. Harry looked at Umbridge, who was wearing a triumphant smile and glowing at him in an evil way. He clenched his free fist and but his own quill to the paper.

And then he heard it.

BOOM!

He looked at Umbridge, who looked taken aback.

BANG!

He looked at Ginny, who was hiding her face with her hair. But she was shaking... with laughter?

SMASH!

Umbridge jumped up from her seat, wand drawn.

"What's going on, Professor?" Ginny asked in a sweet voice. Umbridge looked at her suspiciously, but there was another deafening noise.

"Really, Professor, what is that noise?" Harry asked, catching on.

And then a light filled the office for a split second - Umbridge was at the door.

"Do not move!" she demanded before leaving.

Ginny and Harry waited for her footsteps to die down before they stood up.

"May I ask what the hell is going on?" Harry asked.

"Oh, Fred and George really owed me from yesterday," she said simply, struggling with the handle. "... It's locked!"

"Wait - Fred and George are doing what exactly?"

But the view from the office's window said it all.

"Alohamora," Ginny muttered, but had no luck.

"They're going to be expelled," Harry said surely as he looked at the fireworks, but he couldn't hide his admiration. "But this is really awesome," he then admitted. Ginny sighed and went over to him to look out of the window too.

"Yeah... but they want to get expelled. They were going to do it tomorrow, but I cornered them."

"Right," Harry said, getting bad memories of Ginny cornering him. Or not so bad memories... whatever.

He swallowed - the fireworks were nice and stuff, but having to be alone with Ginny meant that he would have to confront her. He couldn't be in her presence with the not knowing. She seemed to realize the back-fire her plan had taken too.

He turned to face her. "Listen, Ginny -"

Ginny looked at him, panicked.

"- You took my wand," he said, chickening out.

Ginny still looked frightened, but nodded all the same.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was wondering why I had an extra wand in my pocket... it's in my dorm room. I didn't know it was yours," she apologized.

"Oh. Right." Harry did not like this. He wanted his wand back. "Ginny..." he started again. Right. He had to do this now. "You... um... you stole it."

Ginny stared at him for another few seconds and then looked away.

"Fine! You caught me!" Harry was surprised. "I remember everything, alright! It's terrible and I'm really sorry! But I wasn't myself, and if I made you feel awkward or... whatever, I'm really, really sorry."

Harry couldn't find the words to say anything - he had expected it to be harder than this.

"Oh," he finally said. "No problem - I mean, yeah. No, I mean... you remember everything?" he repeated again, needing ... more. He needed to know full on that she remembered what she had done.

Ginny looked extremely guilty.

"I just thought it'd be kind of easier to forget, you know. Listen, Harry, the last thing I want is for us to be awkward. I got over you, it's fine. I mean, that was my first year, and this is really embarrassing right now so I'm going to stop. But that was just a really weird day," she sighed.

"Yeah," Harry said, looking back out of the window.

That had been pretty full on.

"Sorry," she repeated again.

"It's fine," Harry sighed.

He felt... disappointed. Which was weird because he hadn't really been expecting anything. What was there to expect? She had only voiced what he had already known. Of course he had known that Ginny had kind of liked him when she was younger, and that she didn't like him anymore. So why the disappointment? Stupid voices in his head.

"Ooh, I hear footsteps. Stupid bat won't be happy until she sees blood on our hands," Ginny muttered, rushing to her seat.

Harry watched her for a few seconds, but she wasn't interested. She wasn't interested in him in anyway. Which was fine by him.

He sat back down reluctantly, and just in time, for the door opened.

"Potter? Weasley?"

"McGonagall!" Harry said gratefully, putting the quill back down.

"What are you - never mind. Go back to your dorms, it's late..."

Harry could sense the excitement and happiness in her voice, and understood that to mean that Umbridge was having a hard time.

"Sure," Ginny said, leaving before Harry could blink.

"Leave, Potter!" McGonagall repeated sternly.

"Oh, um... yeah," he said, bringing himself back to earth. "Right. See you tomorrow," he said in a not-there voice, leaving the office.

For a while, he absently wondered around the corridors. And then he realized that he was looking for Ginny.

"Weirdo," he muttered to himself.

A painting coughed loudly and looked down on Harry before saying, "I must agree."

Harry was welcomed into his dorm by Ron's loud snores... it wasn't that late. Heck, everyone else was probably just heading down to dinner.

He bent over Ron's sleeping figure and cleared his throat before shouting, "Get up you lazy bastard!"

There's gonna be another chapter! It's not over yet! :D