"Have you heard?" Said Dean Thomas,
"What?" Damian asked, the boy frowned,
"thought you'd be one of the first to know..." He said,
"Know what?" Damian growled, growing impatient, Dean rolled his eyes,
"There's been another victim, Romilda Vane." Damian was on his feet in an instant,
"where is she?" He asked,
"hospital wing, where are you going?" Dean called, but the boy was already gone.
Romilda's hand lay cold and unmoving in his own, Damian shut his eyes to stop the burning feeling Behind his lids. He squeezed her hand softly. He heard her laughter ringing through his memory, her sharp smile. He smiled softly. It was like a curtain had been lifted from his mind. Something big had been revealed, he wasn't sure what, but he knew he wouldn't leave Romilda's bedside until he figured it out.
The world kept blurring in and out of focus, Harry staggered from his seat. His vision kept flickering pink. He'd felt odd, his mind was fuzzy. He tried to call for help, but the words came out garbled. He felt himself plunge into darkness, hitting the floor with a thump
Harry awoke in the hospital wing,
"Madam Pomfrey?" He called, the woman bustled in, "Why am I here?" He asked, "Where's Ginny, Oh!" He let out a cry as a tidal wave of memories hit him. The Matron nodded,
"it seems that you and Ms Weasley were both repeatedly dosed with Love Potions." She informed him,
"Where's Ginny?" Harry said hoarsely, he needed to apologize,
"Harry?" Came a weak voice from behind a curtain, Madam Pomfrey tugged back the blinds, revealing a bleary eyed Ginny, "Apparently we were dosed... You wont be surprised by who..."
"Potter and Vane." Harry guessed.
"Yup." Ginny scowled, "Vane's petrified and Potter's mum is grounding him forever, on top of the loss of house points and many, many, many detentions." Harry sat bolt upright, ignoring Madam Pomfry's protests,
"You mean they're being allowed to stay in the school?" He cried, outraged, "They should be expelled." Ginny shrugged helplessly.
"Being the boy who lived means they get special treatment, I guess..." She said. Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes.
Ginny sat on the edge of the tower, legs swinging over the abyss. Harry sat next to her. Draped over them was a blanket, decorated with Ravenclaw colours. It was way past curfew, the moon glowed eerily in the dark.
"Sorry." Said Harry, "The stuff I said, when I was under the potion, I didn't mean it..." Ginny nodded,
"Same here." She said. The two sat in companionable silence. A cold wind blew through the tower. Making them shiver.
"What a disaster..." Harry muttered, shaking his head, Ginny frowned,
"Is Neville still not talking to you?" She asked,
"He won't even look at me. I've really messed up." Ginny scowled,
"It's not your fault, it's Potter's. He ruins everything." She said it in such a child like, stubborn voice that Harry let out a laugh,
"What depressing person would I be without you?" He asked, laughing. Ginny got to her feet, gathering the blanket with her,
"A very depressing person." She said. She bent down, and kissed him briefly on the cheek, before hurriedly leaving, face bright red. Harry didn't notice. With his hand clutched to his cheek, and a stupid smile on his face he muttered,
"I will never wash this cheek again..." Before following Ginny back to the common room.
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