I do not own Harry Potter, the Wizarding World, or any canon characters. I also do not own the title of a movie I have used amusingly for my own...amusement.

Ginny never gave Harry love potions, but a LOT of people in the wizarding community is convinced that she did, especially after the war when Harry became even more revered. When Harry comes back to Hogwarts to teach DADA, many students question his relationship and insults Ginny to his face.

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Love, Actually.

You could hear a pin drop from miles away in the sudden silence that filled the room. It was the kind of quiet that preceded a storm, one that promised something heavy and terrible coming soon.

Harry Potter, Professor of Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sighed deeply. He turned from the board and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The one who spoked quailed at the expression, as did every student inside the classroom. To his credit, the student remained standing, though he did look around at the others desperately looking for support and none was willingly given.

"Right, Mister Feltons," Harry said, his normally pleasant voice decidedly less so. "I know you have been in my class a few years now but I hope you remember the rules I set out for my class." He held up a finger. "First, questions should be related to the current subject matter."

Feltons opened his mouth but Harry held up a second finger. "Second, questions of a very personal nature will not be answered if I do not want to." He stared at the sixth year Gryffindor student. "Do you remember the third?"

"B-Be respectful," Feltons stammered.

"Well good show. You managed to break all three sentences in one fell swoop," Harry said sardonically. "By rights I can take points and serve you with detention, but I'll entertain your nonsense this one time."

He flicked his wand and the chalk behind him continued to write. "Now, can someone tell me the visual signs of someone suffering from a love potion?"

"Expressions that range from vacant and dreamy to obsessed and manic?" one student offered.

"Light drooling?" another stated.

"General obsession with the person keyed to the love potion with the target of the potion doing whatever it takes to be with said person?"

"The victim," Harry corrected. "Not just the target. But you are all right. Those are the general signs of a victim suffering under a love potion. Of course, the strength of the potion and the skill of the brewer will impact the results for good or for ill."

He started to pace, smiling slightly since he knew when he lectured, he tended to pace and his friends and loved ones referred it to his 'professing pacing' as opposed to his 'moody pacing' and his 'nervous pacing'. "Now another symptom of a love potion is what I call 'pedestalling'. Meaning, the victim will place the keyed person on a pedestal and see no wrong in them in any way, shape, or form. Nothing the keyed person can say or do to dispel the image the victim creates within their head."

He faced the students. "Now I'm going to ask a question that a professor generally shouldn't but for the sake of this exercise, please indulge me. How many of you are in a relationship?" He nodded at roughly half of the students that raised their hands. "Then some of you may sympathize and/or empathize with what I am going to say next."

"Ginny throws her clothes all around the place," he said baldly and more than a few people laughed at the suddenness of the statement. "When she gets home, she'll toss her cloak or jumper somewhere and can't find it when she needs it. Usually on top of my clothes so I have to clean twice as much to find mine."

He grinned. "She also sprawls out in bed. She spreads her arms and legs out and just flops anywhere, taking all the space."

The students started giggling and laughing, surprised at the openness as well as seeing the usual star Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies described like that.

"She also always asks me to open her butterbeer for her. Not because she can't because I've seen her throw a Quaffle so hard it broke into pieces and I've seen her snap a Beater bat with her bare hands. But because she says it tastes better when I open it."

He opened his arms. "Those things are really irritating and annoying. I've tried to get her to stop, especially the first one, for so long." He smiled at their shocked looks. "Yes, they are adorable traits but they are also adorable pains in my rear."

He continued to pace. "I'm no saint either. She hates that I shut down and get withdrawn sometimes, that I tend to hide within instead of bring things to light. She also hates that I like Chudley and blames her brother because they get into rows when Holyhead and Chudley play against each other. She also hates that I bake biscuits better than her." He snorted, "Doesn't keep her from eating them though."

The class was quiet, enthralled in this look into his private life.

"The point is, a person who has been love potioned would not find any of that annoying or irritating. They would beg for more. They recognize that they aren't positive things but crave it, desire it." He looked around. "A person can love another despite their flaws and faults, but generally not because of them."

He walked up to Feltons who seemed to shrink with every step. "So you think that Ginny love potioned me because, and I quote, "I can do better and you don't know why I love her genuinely". Is that right?"

Feltons nodded jerkily, his voice having fled.

"Because she loves me for me and I love her for her," Harry said, quietly and sincerely. "She cares for me and loves me for who I am. Not because I am the Boy-Who-Lived, the Man-Who-Conquered, not even Harry Potter. But because I am Harry. And I love her because she is Ginny, and how she makes me feel."

His voice faded into a whisper. "And if you still cannot understand that, then I have no other way to educate you."

"Y-Yes Sir," Feltons stuttered. "I'm s-sorry."

Harry nodded and turned away. "Oh and 20 points taken for breaking all three rules and detention this weekend." He looked back and his eyes were bright and merry. "I never said I wouldn't punish you for breaking the rules, I just tried to turn it into a teaching moment too."

He looked around at the rest of the silent class. "Any other related questions?" He received mute head shaking in reply. He clapped his hands and made hand-washing motions with them. "Right, now that's done with, let's get back on topic shall we?"

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"So...I heard you aired some dirty laundry today in class."

Harry turned and saw Ginny leaning against the door jamb, looking irritated and amused in equal measure. "I had to, you threw yours on top of my cloak this morning," he said lightly.

Ginny snorted and laughed, crossing to him and hugging him after headbutting him in the chest. "You're lucky I love you."

"I sure am," he said sincerely. He waved his wand and caught the object he summoned. "Butterbeer?" he asked, twisting off the top.