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Summary: Ron and Hermione have recently started a trend among their classmates of snogging everywhere and anywhere. Unfortunately, it is pouring rain outside, therefore leaving no place to escape to. How long will it be before Ginny snaps?

Jumping on the Bandwagon

What was this? Unbelievable Sappiness Week? Ginny Weasley growled exasperatedly, gathering her schoolbooks and quills into her arms. She stuck her wand between her teeth and stalked out of the Gryffindor common room through the portrait hole. All she wanted to do was study peacefully and, to her luck, she had managed to snag the most coveted armchair that was next to the roaring fire.

But for what? To be surrounded by the ever-constant slurping sounds coming from the excessively affectionate couples curled up on the sofas, poufs, and rugs arranged around the fire, therefore leaving their displays right in Ginny's line of sight? No thank you! Ginny shuddered and continued to storm down the corridors that lead to the library, the place that was hopefully the sanctuary she was looking for.

It would get worse, Ginny thought dismally, as her shoe caught the protruding edge of an uneven flagstone in the floor. The red-haired girl toppled as gracefully as a sack of potatoes to the ground, scattering sheaves of parchment, quills, books, and ink bottles in a ten foot diameter.

Ginny stood up slowly in a dignified manner, a glare in her eyes that could melt ice at a glance. She kicked the offending stone, an action that served only to severely bruise her big toe. Dignity forgotten, the temper that matched her famous scarlet hair made itself known as she hopped up and down angrily on her uninjured foot.

"Aarrgghh!" Ginny shrieked in frustration, picking up an ink bottle that had rolled to a stop at her feet and hurling it against a bare stretch of wall. The portraits around her muttered disapprovingly behind their hankies ("I say! Such an awful temper!"). The tiny glass bottle shattered with a satisfying crash!, leaving a lovely and huge blot of black liquid on the wall.

It felt so absolutely wonderful to scream without restraint that she did it again, "AARRRGGGHHH!" The few students that had recently entered the hall glanced up in alarm, and decided that, for their own safety, it would be best to evacuate that certain area immediately. Ginny thought so too.

Ginny leaned against the wall, trying to calm her erratic breathing. Quick footsteps and a concerned voice broke through the angry red haze clouding her mind, "Ginny! Are you all right?"

It's him.

Shut up.

She whirled around to see, and sure enough, there were worried green eyes behind black-rimmed spectacles gazing back at her. To her horror, she hiccupped. Loudly.

It's him!

So what? Everything's fine, I'm cool. And collected.

Or not.

"Harry!" she cried, leaping up into his arms and burying her face into his shoulder. Being a good six inches shorter than he was, her feet dangled above the floor, but she hung on, tightening her arms around his neck, and mumbling incoherent phrases into the collar of his robes.

He smells so nice!

Shut up.

You're the one hugging him as if your life depended on it.

So what?

He's warm too!

"That bad is it, Gin?" Harry asked sympathetically; he must've understood some of her muttering. She shook her head a vigorous 'yes.' Harry put his arms around her and gently set her on the floor.

"It's awful, Harry!" she nearly wailed, as he started picking up her belongings and setting them back into her arms. He grabbed her wand and stuck it in the knot of hair on the top of her head. "Every place I go, snogging here, snogging there, snog-snoggity everywhere!"

"E - I - E - I - O," Harry muttered, grinning.

"What was that?" Ginny was intrigued.

"Oh nothing. Just an old Muggle children's song," Harry said. "But you're right; it has gotten pretty bad. I mean, ever since Ron and Hermione 'fessed up to each other, everyone's figured that if those two could do it, it can't have been that hard, so..."

"... So everybody's jumped on the bloody bandwagon," Ginny finished unhappily as she picked up the last book and sighed. "Harry, is it too much to ask, to expect peace and quiet once in a while?" She gazed up with a wide, pathetic look at Harry who burst out laughing as soon as he saw her face.

"So, you headed to the library?" he queried, nodding at her armful of supplies. Ginny glanced warily at him.

"Ye-es... What? Isn't it safe to go in there?" Ginny asked, her voice rising desperately. "I would've thought that with Madam Pince there..." She started to pace frantically back and forth until she was halted by Harry pulling on the neck of her robes.

"Calm down, the library's fine," Harry assured her, patting her shoulder. Ginny brightened immediately.

"Oh good!" she exclaimed. "D'you want to come with me? You could help me with this Potions essay... Unless..." she plucked at his sleeve, "... you've got some girl hidden in your pocket that you'll pull out and kiss, just when I've gotten comfortable." Harry snorted at this unbelievable scenario.

"No, I don't have a pocket-sized snogging mate, thank you very much. I'm sorry, but I can't come and help you," Harry looked truly disappointed. "I promised Hagrid I'd go down and help water his giant marigolds."

I want to go water marigolds!

Shut up.

Like you don't want to go with Harry and help water giant marigolds.

Would you believe me if I said I didn't?

No.

Well... Pfft! I hate it when you're right.

"Well, okay," Ginny said. "Have fun." She started walking alone down the hall, humming a sorrowful tune, just loudly enough for Harry to hear. It worked, because Harry came up behind her.

"Hold up! Let me carry some of that for you," Harry offered. Ginny turned and unceremoniously tipped half the pile into his outstretched arms. "I'll walk you there; it's on my way to Hagrid's anyway."

The library is not on the way to Hagrid's.

Shhh...Don't complain!

"Merlin, what are you studying?" Harry exclaimed, shifting the weight uncomfortably as they walked. "The Potions history of the entire world?"

"Nope. Even though it was bad last year with the O.W.L.'s and everything, it's not nearly as awful this time, as we're preparing for our N.E.W.T.'s," Ginny informed him cheerfully. "But it's too bad for you. You have your N.E.W.T.'s this year." Harry winced and Ginny slipped her free arm around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Poor Harry," Ginny said, grinning. "Don't worry, I'll come to your funeral. What sort of flowers would you like on your coffin?"

"Ha-ha," Harry said dryly. "Thank you so much, I'm honored. Here we are." Ginny scanned the library and found an empty table to her left. Harry followed her and set her things down. Rubbing his arms, he started off towards the door.

"Sorry I can't stay, but I promised," Harry apologized, flashing a quick smile at her and waving.

"Bye!" Ginny called mournfully. "Have your wild fling out in the marigolds without me! Remember me, rotting in the library while you're out in the cool air..." Harry just laughed and headed out.

"I hate this, there aren't any safe places anymore," Ginny hissed angrily twenty minutes later as she scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment. "Oh well, it's got to die down sometime, doesn't it?" Just then thunder crashed and it started to rain. Ginny watched the huge drops of water lash against the large window across from her.

Oh no. At least Harry won't have to water Hagrid's marigolds anymore.

Why would you care if he has to water marigolds or not?

He'll get soaked and get sick or something.

Since when have you cared about getting wet? You love playing in the rain. Face it, you just want him with you.

Shut up. I do not.

You love Harry, you love Harry, you love Harry!

Shut up.

You lo...

Shut up.

Die down? DIE DOWN?! Ginny screamed inwardly. If anything, it had gotten worse, the rain had been steadily pouring down for the past week, keeping everyone inside. There was nowhere to go, nothing to see... Well, maybe not that bad, Ginny amended quickly. Harry had been nothing short of wonderful, staying with her as none of their friends could be found. It was a sign of how terrible their predicament was, as not even Neville could be found. Harry had shown her the Marauder's Map to her delight, and the two of them had taken to prowling around the school beneath his invisibility cloak, searching for suitable blackmail material, and their hard work had been richly rewarded.

They had borrowed Colin's camera, as the owner had gone missing for a while, which had been modified to use a silent and invisible flash. Harry and Ginny now had an extensive stash of photographs that included Professor Snape unknowingly revealing his collection of romance novels (Harry had nearly given their position away with his laughter after Ginny had whispered in his ear that wizarding novels were rumored to be twice as graphic as Muggle ones), Ron and Hermione kissing passionately against a suit of armor in the west wing of the castle (they planned to mail that one to Fred and George if they were ever desperately in need), Professor McGonagall waltzing out of her office singing an old ballad in a not-so-quiet voice...

All in all, Harry and Ginny thought themselves to be very fortunate, what with all the 'stuff' going on around them. But what Ginny had had to put up just a few minutes before with Hermione when occasion found them within speaking distances of each other was the absolute last straw in the red-head's opinion.

"Oh Ginny! Your brother is so wonderful... kind, gentle, sweet..." Hermione said dreamily, twisting a brown curl around her index finger. Ginny shook her head and held up her hand.

She's joking!

No, she's not.

"Are we talking about the same Ron?" Ginny asked incredulously. Hermione rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

"Oh all right, when he isn't being a thick, insensitive prat, he's a perfect dear," Hermione said, smiling stupidly.

"And that is when?" Ginny asked innocently, her eyes wide. "Honestly, Hermione, the way you go on about him, one would think he was..."

"... The eighth world wonder?" Hermione asked starry-eyed. Ginny had given up right then and made her escape. She was now curled in the window-seat in the common room, trying vainly to read a book while she waited for Harry to come and save her.

Eighth world wonder...Pffft. They're all idiots.

Yeah? That or you're really jealous because you haven't got anyone to snog in a nice dark broom closet.

Shut up.

Aha! I thought so.

Shut up.

Denial! You want Harry!

"FINE!" Ginny bellowed, slamming her book shut with a loud THUMP! She had had it. Startled couples looked up from their more 'interesting' occupations to stare at her with friendly curiosity. Harry suddenly appeared in front of her. Ginny had been so annoyed that she hadn't even seen him walk across the room towards her.

"Ginny? Would you..." Harry began in a quiet, nervous voice before she cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt with both her hands and yanking his face down so it was level with hers.

"What," she enunciated each syllable in a deadly whisper, "did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Huh?" Harry squeaked; Ginny took no notice of the fact that she was terrifying her friend.

"Seven days and nights of this never-ending rain!" Ginny cried. "I can't stand this much longer, Harry!"

"Right," Harry said. Ginny ignored him and faced the occupants of the common room. They were all rightfully fascinated with how she had scared the wits out of the Boy-Who-Lived. Ginny took a deep breath and yelled at them, making them all jump where they sat.

"A week! A whole week of having to watch the lot of you and your absolutely disgusting displays of affection!" Ginny shouted. "You'd think Merlin would reward me for my extremely strong constitution, but nooo! I ask you: WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY EIGHTH WORLD WONDER?!!" She spun around to face Harry, whose face was white, "Where?"

"Ehm... maybe you don't have one because you never asked for one," Harry said haltingly. Ginny stared at him.

Hmmm...he's got a point there.

Act on it, act on it...

For once, I agree with you!

"Here goes," Ginny mumbled. Harry bent his head down to hear her.

"What?" he asked. Ginny looked up at him and took his hands in hers.

"Harry Potter," Ginny intoned solemnly. "Will you do me the honor of being my eighth world wonder?" Harry looked extremely confused but answered anyway.

"Er... okay," Harry said. Ginny beamed and someone who sounded suspiciously like Ronald Weasley cheered. Harry still seemed clueless, but Ginny paid that no mind.

"Good," Ginny smiled, resting her hands on Harry's shoulders and pulling him back down towards her. "Save me please, and put me out of my misery."

You're kissing Harry, you're kissing Harry, you're kissing Harry, you're kissing Harry...

Shut up.

You're kissing Harry, you're kissing Harry, you're kissing Harry, you're kissing Harry...

So what if I am?

You kissed Harry, you kissed Harry, you kissed Harry!

Leave me alone, I'm busy.

Author's Note: This little fic was inspired by Kimberly Locke's "Eighth World Wonder" for those who haven't figured that out. And the "Where the bloody hell is my eighth world wonder" is a joke that my friend and I have. It made me laugh, so I wondered how I could incorporate it. I know I'm supposed to update Sleeping Beauties and Sewing Machines, but I've had major writer's block on it, so I've written this to get my mind, as my fantastic amiga and fanfic author, Emily T. would say, "twirling." I believe that this has helped immensely.

This is a three part fic, Ginny's story, Harry's POV, and then a cute little epilogue. If you'd like to see the next two chapters, please click that awesome little Go button and write me a review.

Oh, and I've recently written a one-shot called Looking Above. I'm told it's very good, so it would be extremely appreciated if you would go and read and review that. Okay, I'm done. Now go and tell me what you thought of this story! Please?