This chapter is from Ginny's point of view. Thank you so so so so so much all you lovely people who have reviewed it – it makes me very happy :)

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I pushed myself up on my pillows feeling ten times better than I had done merely a few hours ago. I must have fallen asleep quite early because I was now wide awake and the rest of the castle seemed to be asleep. Pomfrey had grudgingly agreed to allow me to play in the morning's match, on the strict condition that I attended no after parties and returned straight to the Hospital Wing in order to rest.

Daylight was on its way – a line of the palest blue was appearing over the mountains that I could see from my bed and the stars were still clearly visible, meaning there was to be no clouds. As long as the sun wasn't too bright, these were excellent weather conditions – especially for November.

I was about to try and get back to sleep when the doors to the hospital wing opened and in walked Dumbledore, followed closely by Harry and McGonagall.

"Ah, Miss Weasley, you're awake. Myself and Mr Potter have been up all night after a series of clues left by the new Chaser of your Quidditch team were given. It seems we know the culprit of this most dreadful attack."

I raised my eyebrows "Really? That Yates boy?"

Dumbledore nodded, sombrely. "It seems Mr Yates' friend saw, what he described as a 'fat' boy using magic on a Gryffindor girl who so happens to be your room mate – Miss Green."

"Claire?" I asked appalled. "What's this got to do with me though?"

"The first year boy, by the name of Simon Creevey – the third Muggleborn child of that family, incidentally - then saw him pass Miss Green three potions, which she carried upstairs, seemingly oblivious to her actions. Simon waited downstairs in the common room for over an hour, and he was just about to leave when he saw Claire Green return with empty potions and hand them back to this mystery Slytherin who was waiting outside the portrait hole. According to Mr Creevey, the boy seemed to remove the enchantment leaving Claire very confused and upset. She accused him of trying to get into the Gryffindor common room and then returned to bed."

I gasped "Claire came up and offered us all a drink! I remember now, she seemed all funny about it though and she passed me a certain glass. Why?"

Dumbledore smiled "It appears that Mr Malfoy of Slytherin had sent along his sidekick, Mr Crabbe to do his dirty work. Crabbe, somehow, used the imperious curse on your friend and gave her three potions that Mr Malfoy had produced. The first of which was handed out in three glasses to your other three friends in the room and they were drugged with a sleeping draft, making them lethargic and unable to wake up until eight o'clock the next morning. The second potion was given to you. They all tasted like pure water but this one, the one that you were to consume was a potion that makes you deadly thirsty in the middle of the night. Miss Green had been instructed to pretend to go to sleep and so you went to bed with the rest I take it, not seeing the point of staying awake?"

I nodded "Yeah, but how did I end up being poisoned?"

"The plan was simple but clever – you would wake up feeling thirsty, drink the third potion that had been placed in your water jug, and go back to sleep. The potion would kick in after breakfast, making everybody believe you had been given something with your morning pumpkin juice. But of course, you ruined the plan by not going to breakfast."

I stared "You two figured all that out?"

Harry shrugged "Most of it, Crabbe confessed the rest."

"Oh and what will be happening to him?"

"He and Mr Malfoy have both received a warning from the Ministry and a large fine. Seeing as they haven't quite left school, the Ministry haven't arrested them, but once their NEWTS have been taken, they will not be allowed through the castle doors ever again. I can only apologise Miss Weasley. Oh, I forget, and Slytherin will have to find a reserve seeker and beater before nine A.M this morning. Please try to get some rest, I'll leave you in peace."

He strode out of the room, his purple robes shimmering in the moonlight. McGonagall stood there awkwardly and let out a deep sigh.

"Evil little toe-rags, they should be thrown out into the storm."

Harry laughed and I smiled "It's okay, at least I know who did it."

She shuddered "Are you quite Okay Weasley? I don't want you playing if you're ill."

"I'm fine."

"Well, just, just get better soon. Goodnight, the pair of you." And she followed Dumbledore out of the room.

"I have to say," I confessed, after we'd sat in silence for a while "I'm surprised you didn't just hex him into oblivion."

Harry shrugged "I was near Dumbledore's office and...I've changed more than you realise."

I smiled "I love you, Harry Potter."

"I love you too, Ginny Weasley...now go to sleep."

X

Slytherin had to use two first years who hadn't played Quidditch in their lives as replacements so it was safe to say we flattened them. They scored two goals and we scored over fifty. David Yates really was a good chaser, and he scored nearly as many as me. Harry caught the snitch after about an hour, giving David time to score enough goals to impress all the girls, bless him.

We landed, cheering while the Slytherin's stalked off and David Yates was surrounded by first, second and even third year girls from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and of course Gryffindor.

Madame Pomfrey even allowed the team and Hermione to come and have a bit of a party around my bed before the sun set and they were told to continue it in the common room. Only Harry stayed, lying beside me in my bed and holding my hand.

"I could have killed him. I can't stand seeing you in any sort of pain and you nearly died."

I smiled "Don't be stupid, you couldn't get rid of me that easily."

He grinned "Never leave me...ever."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that one day I want to marry you. One day I want to hold our children and raise them and teach them to fly. I can only imagine doing that with you."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head on his chest "Good. Because that's what I want too. Besides, with our families, they're obviously going to play for England."

He grinned into my hair "Obviously."

And right then, it didn't matter that I wasn't drinking Firewhisky or laughing with everybody else. It didn't matter that some idiotic moron had got himself in trouble for trying to poison me. Right then, nothing else mattered because I had everything I wanted right next to me.