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Oh no... oooooooohhhhhhhh no... this is bad. REALLY bad. I seriously don't know if I can cope. Dumbledore just gave the announcement, and now I think I'll see the pudding I just ate once more. This can't happen NOW!

As the crowd of people thinned, I was one of the last students left in the Great Hall.

"Ginny?" I heard my brother's voice. "Are you coming?"

I swallowed the highly attractive pool of saliva in my mouth, and managed to get out, "Just...just one moment please!"

"Ginny..." Ron walked up to me, looking concerned.

"Ginny, you realize that you're holding the table in a death grip, right?"

I ever-so-slowly looked down, and saw that my knuckles were white with strain and tension, wrapped around the edge of the table. My head made the long journey back up to Ronald's face. He just stared at me weirdly.

"Come on, Ginny! You're not... You're not afraid of the stupid storm that's coming, are you?"

GAAAAAAAAAASP! How did he know? Must be psychic powers.

I pried my fingers away from the table one by one and stiffly walked away from the Great Hall. Left, right, left, right, left, right! I told my feet. It was rather dark now, no doubt from the threatening black clouds outside. Only Hogwarts' candles lit the way. The candles casted long shadows that slid across the floor, wrapping around my feet, trying to drag me into their realm of darkness. It was very scary. Then I realized what a big deal I was making this into. I mean, it's just a little rain, right? Rain, and lightning, and thunder, and wind... and.. and MORE rain and lightning, and thunder and wind... oh great, now I'm starting to repeat myself. But the rain and lightning and thunder and wind, all the elements of a storm, was... terrifying. I remember as a little girl, being positive that the forceful drumming of rain on the roof masked the footsteps of monsters, ready to slip down the chimney and crawl into my room. I remember hearing the screams of wind and KNOWING that it was a werewolf's howl. The thunder was a crash downstairs, a crash of someone strange in our house knocking over the many pots and pans on our messy countertop. But the lightning was the scariest of them all. Every time I saw the bright light stream into my room through the window, I could've sworn that I saw the sillohoutte of a horrid Dementor, staring into my soul, only the thin glass separating me from its kiss..

"Ha!" I laughed out loud. "Just a little rain, my a-"

BOOM!

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I let out a blood-curdling scream and ran as fast as I could. I continued my scream, looking back behind me, checking for monsters. I turned my head forward just in time to see alarmed green eyes staring into mine, then

CRASH!

We slammed heads, tumbling and skidding across the floor. I ended up right on top of him, with our noses millimeters away, almost touching.

Colin Creevy happened to pass by, of course, with his camera. He made a long, over-dramatic gasp.

"So you guys ARE dating?! I KNEW YOU LOVED EACHOTHER! This memory MUST be saved!"

The blinding white light of a camera quickly filled my eyes.

A passing student saw, and snickered.

"Awkward!" he sang.

"Oh yeah, that's perfect! Maybe you guys can make the front cover! You're just lucky I happened to stop by!" Colin ran away, laughing with glee.

My face turned a brighter shade of red than my hair as I scrambled to get away from him. Harry got up and dusted himself off, looking very... awkward. I didn't know what to do, so I just cleared my throat. Then again. Then again.

"Ginny, are you o-"

"Ahem. Ah-HEM. HEMHEMHEM. Ahemhemhem. AHEM! A-cough-HEM! AH-cough cough-HEEEEM!"

Oh. My. Merlin.

Stop it! Stop it RIGHT NOW! STOP...COUGHING...

"Do... Would you like me to fetch you a glass of water? Or... or a cough drop?"

"No, I'm (cough cough) fi(cough)ne!" I made the "shoo" motion with one hand as I hacked into my other elbow.

"Ginny, are you su-"

"YE(cough)S!"

"Alright then..." he replied, walking away and giving me one last look of pity and concern over his shoulder before turning the corner. Okay, NOW I stop coughing! What was that all about? Why must my throat constantly disobey me!

"Stupid throat! You're just an embarrassment to the rest of my body! You don't even deserve to call yourself a throat!" I kicked the wall in frustration.

"AND YOU, STUPID BRAIN! Aren't you supposed to work at all times? 24/7? You can't just blank out every time you see stupid green eyes! Green eyes that...sparkle, and twinkle... and the way his hair falls over those eyes just perfectly... YOU SEE, THERE YOU GO AGAIN!"

And as I was yelling at my multiple malfunctioning body parts, what I didn't realize was that a certain someone had come back with a glass of water and a vial of unknown potion.

I should've known that he wouldn't just walk away from a damsel in distress.

"AND YOU IDIOT LEGS, YOU CAN'T JUST TURN INTO DEAD WEIGHT WHEN YOU SEE A HANDSOME BOY! I don't care If he's the cutest boy on earth, you have to work anyway! I mean, so what if he's the sweetest guy in Hogwarts,"

"Umm..."

"And how he's always so nice to everybody, even Mrs. Goofball over here..."

"Ginny?"

"And how he's just so unique with that lightning scar..."

"Excuse me, Ginny?"

Oh My Merlin. I whipped around as fast as I could...which was a big mistake. My red hair was a lethal weapon, and when used properly, it can leave a stinging red mark on someone's face. Especially when it's in a braid. So my stupid hair (Who will certainly get a lecture later!) smacked Harry on his cheek.

"OH!" Harry yelled out in surprise, holding a very red mark on his wonderful face. Oh, come ON! You know, I'm beginning to think that Fate hates me, for some reason or another. It's the only logical explanation. Or maybe I was cursed when I was born. I may never know why these things always happen to ME, but-

CRASH!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!" I shrieked, loud and high-pitched-ly. Harry held his ears, obviously to block the high frequency I let out. I saw the Dementor through the window! It's coming! I had to warn Harry!

'HRRYTHRESDMNTRINWINDWIZCOMNT OOGTYUWEHAVTOGO!" I babbled. Come ON mouth, WORK! Man, my mouth is getting a scolding when we get back to my dorm!

AAAAAAWOOOOOO! Screamed the wind.

"WAAAH!" I screeched.

"Don't let it get me, Harry, don't let it get me!" I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the horrid mental images would leave my mind. But they didn't.

"Ummm... Ginny?"

I suddenly felt a lot of heat. I opened my eyes and looked up.

Harry's face was beat red, redder than the mark I had left on him earlier, and he looked very awkward... again. It was then that I realized the situation that I got us into. You see, apparently when I got scared from the lightning, I had jumped into Harry's arms. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and he was holding me.

Let go of him. LET GO OF HIM! My brain shouted at my arms. But they refused to cooperate.

Nooooooo! We don't want to... they replied dreamily.

I don't care! You just unwrap yourselves THIS VERY INSTANT! My head, working for once, screamed at them.

Fine...

I took a flying leap away from Harry, backing away slowly.

"I-I'm s-s-s-s-s-sblejeh?!" My mouth warbled. Merlin DEFINETLY hates me.

"Um, it's o...kay?" He replied, unsure of himself.

"I brought you a potion, and some water to wash it down. You were coughing before, and I figured this would help..." he trailed off, slowly regaining his composure.

I wordlessly took the potion from him. I tried to say thanks. My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, but so sound came out, only a raspy, drawn-out breath. Oh, so NOW I shut up! I was SO weird.

"I'll see you around, Gin."

And he left me there alone. Finally. I heard his footsteps quickly making their way up the stairs. When I was sure the sound faded into nothingness, I slowly walked up the huge staircase myself, up to the Gryffindor Common room. I ran straight to my dorm, trying to get there before another boom of thunder resonates through the Scottish castle. I hid the potion Harry gave me in my drawer for later use. Who knows, it could come in handy sometime. I gently put the glass of water on my night-table. I slipped on my pj's as fast as physics would allow me to, then followed my roommate's examples and leaped into bed as fast as I could. I pulled the covers up to my nose, and tried to hide all of my body parts under my blanket. This obviously offered very little protection, but it made me feel just a little bit saf-

BOOM! I heard, as the castle's very foundation shook. My glass of water rattled, and that small feeling of safety vanished into thin air. My throat suddenly felt very dry, but I didn't dare stick my hand out of the covers for the glass of water on my night-stand for these reasons:

1) Flesh would be exposed, which is highly dangerous during a storm.

2) I couldn't let fluids enter my body in fear of peeing myself the next time I was scared.

As I quaked and shuddered and shivered there in bed, I tried to remember what made me feel better when I was a little girl. And suddenly, the memories surfaced.

Charlie.

Every time a storm hit, it was Charlie who comforted me. It was Charlie, all Charlie. You see, Bill was too serious, and too mature. He wouldn't understand. Percy... well, I don't really want to think about that pompous, stuck-up brat at the moment, so moving on... Fred and George would get a looooooot of laughs out of my fear. Wait no, not fear... phobia. Ron had arachnophobia, so when I was little, I thought he might understand. So, in one of my many moments of stupidity, I went to Ron so he could soothe my fear. I'm pretty sure it goes without saying that Ron was and is a TOTAL numbskull. All I got out of him was "Uhhhh...did you try... I dunno Gin, go back to bed..." Mum and Dad were completely out of the question, because they were sleeping. A word of advice.

NEVER, EVER wake a sleeping Molly or Arthur Weasley. EVER. I will leave it at that.

So Charlie would hold me in his arms and tell me funny stories. I would laugh, and so would he, as we sang songs and slowly drifted off to sleep, with the nightlight on, of course.

But there's just one teensy itty bitty complication here.

Charlie already graduated Hogwarts, and he's far away being brave in Romania and training dragons.

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP ! I heard, as rain finally started to fall. Rain alone I was fine with, but with the other elements of a storm, it was terrifying. I whimpered, apparently a little too loudly. Romilda rolled over in her sleep and groaned. I quickly drew the curtains around my bed and cast a few charms that silenced me to everyone else in the room. I held Mr. McCuddleWuddles very tightly. I was scared, and he was my only source of relief right now. Who knows, maybe he could take the fear awa-

BOOM!

" YOU FAILED ME!" I screamed, throwing my poor, innocent, helpless Teddy Bear across the bed. He lied there, staring up at me with disappointment in his button eyes.

"Oh, I'm SO SORRY ! I didn't mean it, not one bit of it!" I cried, scooping him back up in a hug.

" I just don't know what to do..." I whispered into his torn, felt ear.

That's it. I had just thrown . Time to take drastic measures. I took a deep breath, one last look into the proud button eyes of my best friend, and then I was out of the "safety" of my bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor, and it was official. Oh, joy. This was bloody fantastic. A large gust of wind could just crash into the castle at any moment, I would scream, and the entire student body of Hogwarts, and some of the nasty teachers too (cough cough SNAPE cough.), would be alerted to my terror. And the facts would rage around the school like wildfire. But this time, the gossip would be much harder to quench, because it would be true, ALL true. DUNGBEETLES! I hate my cursed life.

All of a sudden, the silent-yet-deadly light illuminated by dark room for a split-second, and there it was. I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, braced myself for school-wide humiliation, aaaaaand...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. My entire body was frozen to the spot. For once, I actually thanked my faulty body parts for not working. Thank goodness lightning is always over in less than a second. I am SOOO lucky I didn't scream, that would have been humiliating! But now that it's gone, let me just-

BOOM!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAHH HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" I let out the loudest, highest scream in my life. Everybody in the castle jolted awake, and I'm sure that canines everywhere were running to me, charging to the source of the high frequency. Oh, right. Thunder always comes after lightning. How could I have possibly forgotten? My dorm-mates woke up with a scream.

"What's happening? What's going on?!" They screamed out. Ha! Romilda's hair was defying gravity, it was frizzed up so badly! Every strand of her "Perfect-unlike-your's" hair stuck straight up in the air! Jessica had a green, ugly facial mask on that smelled suspiciously like Flobberworm poo, and pimple cream smeared all over her supposedly pimple-free forehead! Help, help!" They shrieked over-dramatically. I heard footsteps running up the stairs to my dorm. It must have been Professor McGonagall. Males can't come up here past curfew, remember? Oh no. This was going to be humiliating. As the Head of Gryffindor rushed up the stairs, I looked down at my feet. Uh oh. Bad idea. You see, at that moment, I realized that I was in my jammies. My long, lacey pink nightgown with flying pony-unicorns flying on rainbows ALL OVER IT. Oh, man. Even worse, now rounds of footsteps were charging up the stairs, thundering up to my imminent doom.

Professor McGonagall stopped in her tracks when she saw me.

"Ms. Weasley, what happened?"

I had no reply whatsoever.

Every single girl in Gryffindor had come to see what was wrong. And plenty of laughter was heard. I bolted down the steps, trying to outrun the embarrassment.

MISTAKE.

Because in my room, boys couldn't get up there. But boys were down here, along with the rest of the girls that couldn't get close enough to the drama. I saw Harry in the crowd with my brothers. He at least had the decency to NOT stare at my ridiculous pajamas.

I really needed a wardrobe update.

All of a sudden, there was a bright flash of light in my eyes. At first I had thought it was lightning, so I started to coward. But then I heard a small, squeaky voice...

"Wow! This is a great picture! One for the scrapbook!"

3 weeks later...

My owl drops the Daily Prophet into my morning eggs, and knocks over the pumpkin juice which spills onto my lap. Oh, the happiness that radiating off of me at this moment is simply immense. I walk out of the great hall to change pants while I start to read the paper at the same time. I'd like to start off by stating that I KNOW that was a bad idea, and I will never do it again because good things could never come of my attempts at multitasking... a skill that you can only accomplish with something called coordination... something that I obviously haven't acquired in my past 14 years of living. So I walk right into someone who was, of course, holding pumpkin juice. Guess what got all over my new white blouse. Not only that, but I'll give you three guesses as to who exactly that particular person was.

Stephenie Meyer!

Haha, just kidding, no. It was Harry Potter.

"Ginny, are you alright?

"Oh, yes I'm fine. I am soooo sorry!" I apologized. I wanted to sound sorry, but instead it just sounded whiney. Great. Fantastic. Greatastic.

As we awkwardly apologized, I caught a glimpse of the newspaper. Apparently Harry did too, because his face was bright red.

Daily Prophet

The-Boy-Who-Lived's New Love Interest?

By Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter. That's the name of a boy who has gone through it all. He's also gone through girl after girl! Remember the sweet, beautiful romance during the Triwizard Tournament between him and Hermione Granger, as captured in the single photo of them hugging in the tent before Harry's battle with the Hungarian Horntail? The classic best-friends-getting-together scenario that we all know and love. Then, more recently, it was Cho Chang, the beautiful Ravenclaw who had captured Harry's heart. But now, new inside sources tell us that him and Ginevra Weasley, a fiery but scatter-brained ginger in a search for true love. As I investigated this newfound information, a picture came up!

(It showed the picture of me and Harry, centimeters apart on the floor after I crashed into him)

This lovely picture shows the new couple (declared official) right before their very first kiss! What a wonderful date by candlelight! But... let's hope that Harry likes pink... and lace... rainbows... and flying pony-unicorns. Because if he doesn't, Harry is in for one heck of a relationship! Let's just say... he has a rather strange taste in partners!

(And of course it showed the picture of me in my nightclothes. When I get my hands on that little...)

"COLIN!" I screamed in fury as I chased him around Hogwarts.

I just love being me!