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Rejection: A Double-Edged Sword	By : brooklynvtc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I've left you waiting long enough! At long last, we get a chapter on Ginny. Please enjoy and leave a review.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ginny. Was. Starving.
It was all that she could think about for the last few days... Merlin, she could barely hear any other thoughts over the loud grumbling of her stomach!
What she wouldn't give to be able to walk into the dining hall at that very moment, and stuff her face in a way that would make Ron proud.
But she couldn't, because...
A loud, painful rumble from her stomach interrupted her line of thinking again. Her hands pressed against her stomach to try to quell the empty feeling, but it only helped so much.
This is ridiculous! Her thoughts yelled at her in a voice that suspiciously sounded like a mix of her mum and Hermione... Just go down to the dining hall now, and face the music! But first, stuff your face before facing what you've been dreading downstairs.
Her thoughts instantly rebelled against the idea, though her stomach mightily agreed, if the squelching noise was any indication to go by.
She was currently sitting on her bed, her hand clutching at her bed post to force her to stay put.
Where was a certain raven-haired Gryffindor on a broom with a basket of assorted foods when she needed him?
But she knew that he wasn't coming... because he was contained inside of the hospital wing. A place that she was trying to avoid at all costs. And it was because of said patients admitted in there.
Merlin! She wasn't even supposed to want him to come see her, anyways! Because Ginny Weasley can't fancy Harry Potter. Not again. Never again.
And that was precisely the reason why she hadn't gone to see him for the last week. Because she was too busy trying to convince herself of this to be true.
It was like a mantra in her head, repeated over and over again until she finally believed the words. 'I don't fancy Harry. I don't fancy Harry. I don't fancy Harry...'
It was a shit lie, if she ever heard one...
But really, what else could she do? The only solution that she could think of was to steer clear of Harry Potter like the plague, until she was cured of this, well... love sickness.
But Ginny reminded herself that Harry wasn't alone in her avoidance...
She was also steering clear of her brother. Who wouldn't stop badgering her to go visit Harry in the hospital wing...
Plus, Ron kept giving her weird looks. As though he expected her to do something important, and he just so happened to be in on that secret of what he expected her to do, while she was kept in the dark.
Great. Now she had a headache on top of her empty stomach...
And finally... there was the matter of Dean. The real reason why she couldn't just hop on down to the Great Hall for a meal. Because she was more actively avoiding him most of all. And it wasn't because she had more reason to avoid Dean than Harry. It was because Dean wouldn't bloody well leave her alone!
He was constantly trying to talk to her. He would wait outside her classes, badger Collin and Hermione about getting her to forgive him, and he even bloody tried to walk up the girls staircase to harass her in her room!
Ginny just thanked her lucky stars that Dean hadn't figured Harry's method to getting to the girls dorms.
Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach - in a way that was completely unrelated to her hunger - as she recalled the image of Harry after he got off his broom in her dorm... his hair was wind-swept... his eyes were alight with the thrill of flying... his face flushed from the adrenaline and the cool breeze...
Ginny snapped herself out of her trance, just as she felt herself start to... react to the image she had conjured.
She groaned in aggravation and fell back onto her bed in a frustrated flop, then grabbed her pillow, stuffed it onto her face, and screamed.
Her spikes in... arousal... had been a reoccurring nuisance for the last few days. She had needed to change her panties at least twice a day, in order to be able to sit in relative comfort during classes.
It was worse at night... as she lay in bed, and her thoughts drifted off to Harry... she wanted nothing more than to slip her hand down into her panties to quell her need.
But she refused. It felt like giving up, failing her mission to get rid of all romantic feelings for Harry.
Ginny lifted the pillow from her face, feeling slightly better than she had a moment ago, and sat upright again with a sigh.
She had to figure out what to do about Dean. This couldn't go on forever... her avoidance of him.
She knew that she should probably break up with him, and not necessarily because of what he did to Harry - as it wasn't entirely his fault because of the Angerall potion -but because she had feelings for someone else other than Dean. That person was Harry.
But another part of her wanted to hold onto Dean precisely for that reason... She knew it was wrong, but she wanted to be held accountable, to be tethered down by an anchor so she wouldn't find herself floating too close to the cliffs. She wondered if it was right to have Dean be that anchor... just so she had less of a chance to crash into the cliff that was Harry.
As for the incident regarding Dean attacking Harry, she realized a few things a couple of days ago.
She had lectured Dean in the hospital wing about how the Angerall potion just stripped away a person's inhibitions, to reveal what a person was truly angry about underneath. So, Dean really was feeling sour about Harry and his ties to her. But what she realized, was that Dean actually had cause to be concerned about her and Harry. But not from Harry's end, because he had no feelings for her whatsoever... but from Ginny herself.
Dean had a right to feel threatened by Harry when it came to her, because it was true.
She had fallen for Harry again. A large part of her knew that she had actually never stopped liking him. She had merely buried all of those feelings for him in a place where they were bound to resurface eventually.
Wait, when had her thoughts switched to Harry again? She was thinking about Dean.
Dean... her boyfriend... who...
...was a terrible snogger.
Ginny had tried to deny it, tried to deceive herself into thinking that it had been good. But if she were to be honest, the one time that they had snogged, Ginny had felt as though she had been drowning. And Ginny may not be a fragile flower, but the way Dean had been pawing at her skin had hurt. And if she were being extra honest with herself, she would admit that a large part of her had been relieved at the time, when Harry and Ron had interrupted them.
But Dean shouldn't be faulted on his kissing expertise... snogging, like many other things in life, could be taught. Ginny would just have to be patient enough to teach him a better technique.
But in that moment, Ginny felt that she had less patience, and more aggravation at the idea.
Automatically, without her consent, Ginny wondered if Harry was a good kisser. Heat spread like fire over her skin at the thought. And she found herself admitting that even if Harry was a horrible kisser, she would have plenty fun trying to teach him...
The rumble of her stomach once again snapped her out of her 'Harry daze' and she immediately scolded herself for letting her thoughts get off track, once again.
Ginny really needed to come to a decision about Dean. She knew that it would be the smart thing to just break ties with him, but for some reason, she was still hesitant. Ginny sighed and ran her fingers through her long hair. She just didn't know what to do about him...
But one thing that she was certain of, was that she was starving, and that she had to leave her sanctuary eventually.
Then suddenly, an idea came to her, and she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before.
She could just have Hermione bring her food! The only trouble was, trying to find where Hermione was...
Ginny only thought for a mere moment, before brightening. "The library." She said with upmost certainty. That was where she would find Hermione.
Ginny hopped out of bed, excited at the prospect of food, and quickly left her dorm.
Luck was on her side, as the only person in the common room who had actively set out to get her attention was Seamus - not someone she was avoiding like Ron or Dean - and Ginny merely waved at Seamus and continued on out the portrait door.
Her legs were carrying her fast, her destination set in her mind, started to turn a corner into the next corridor, but quickly jumped back at the sight in front of her.
It was Harry, down on the other end of the corridor. He was out of the hospital wing... At first, she couldn't help but feel relieved that he was alright. But, there was also regret... regret that she hadn't visited him before he was discharged.
Ginny peaked her head around the pillar, and saw that Harry was following Professor Slughorn, something that would normally put Harry in a bad mood. But as Ginny studied him right then, she noticed how... happy Harry looked. She had never really seen him this content before. He was always at least the tiniest bit tense, especially in his shoulders. But now, he looked quite at ease with himself. Even the way that he was walking was different. As though he were walking on air.
He looked... confident. Attractive. So attractive.
Ginny bit her lip as she felt herself react to seeing Harry again. Oh, how she wanted nothing more than to march over to Harry and snog the living daylights out of him. Hell, maybe if she did that, he would start to see her in a different light. In a 'more than friends' light.
Ginny watched Harry until he walked out of view with Professor Slughorn, and she was left alone in the corridor again.
Sighing, Ginny pushed herself off of the pillar she had been leaning on, and continued on her way to the library.
But as she walked, her mind was once again occupied with Harry... and she wondered what it was that was making him so happy.
A selfish part of her was a little upset to see that he seemed to be unconcerned about her avoidance of him... but she immediately brushed those thoughts away. She was glad to see Harry so alight with happiness. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Harry. His entire life had been filled with one tragedy after the next... she only hoped that whatever was going on in his life right now to cause him so much joy, that it would continue.
It was with that thought, Ginny found herself going through the library entrance. And immediately, she set her search for the mass of wild, brunette curls that belonged to Hermione.
Ginny started to walk by all of the rows of books, looking in between each of the shelves for any tables Hermione may be sitting at.
It was as she was coming up to another row, when she heard Hermione's voice.
"...honestly, Harry has nothing to do with it!"
Ginny frowned. Hermione sounded almost defensive as she spoke, and it was an odd emotion to relate to Hermione.
Ginny didn't know who it was Hermione was talking to, but her friend - her sister - was upset. And Ginny was determined to fix it.
Ginny quickly went around the corner, only to halt right in her steps.
Hermione was sitting at a table, just as Ginny thought she would be, with stacks and stacks of books and parchment paper surrounding her. But that wasn't an odd sight for Ginny to see Hermione in, in fact, it was normal.
No, what brought Ginny up short was the sight of Dean sitting in the chair next to Hermione.
As soon as Ginny had turned the corner, both of their attentions snapped up to her. Both looking surprised to see her, but Hermione had a tinge of frustration in her eyes, as Dean had anger in his.
But that shifted immediately as they recognized that it was her standing in front of them.
Dean's anger immediately melted away, and a desperation took hold.
"Ginn-" He had started to say, but Ginny didn't stick around to hear the end of her name. Instead she whipped around and started a fast pace for the library exit. Aware that there was no running in the library and she didn't much feel like getting a detention for this. But she still wanted out of the library... out of the situation. As fast as she could.
But Dean's long legs allowed him to easily catch up to her.
"Ginny, wait!" Dean grabbed her arm and forced her to a stop, right at the library exit.
"Let me go, Dean!" Ginny said, forcefully, trying in vain to tug her arm away. Her sights were set away from him, focusing only on the exit to freedom from the awkwardness.
But Dean turned her body to face him, and his hands pinned her arms to her side.
Ginny glared at him in annoyance, and a frown appeared on Dean's lips. "No. Not until we talk about all of this. Don't you think I deserve at least that?!"
Ginny scoffed, and she knew that she would have crossed her arms over her chest if she were able to. "There's nothing for me to say, really. I've already said everything I needed to in the hospital wing."
Dean's eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "Fine, then please, just listen. Because I have a few things I would like to say."
Ginny glared defiantly at him for a long moment and he stared hard at her right back. Until Ginny sighed, "Fine. I will listen to you, but only if you let go of me."
Dean nodded and hesitantly lifted his hands from her arms, but kept them hovering there. As though he thought that she was about to run away again, and he was ready to catch her.
This annoyed Ginny to no end, his lack of trust in her integrity. She had just said to him that she was going to listen to him. Did he think that she was a liar?
When she didn't go anywhere, Dean relaxed and smiled at her. A smile that she didn't return as she looked expectantly at him, impatient to get this done with.
"I want to start by saying that I'm sorry." Dean said, and Ginny nodded slowly, not wanting to say what she was thinking just yet.
"And," Dean continued after not getting any sort of response to his apology, "I have a proposition for you."
Ginny's neutral expression betrayed her after that, as curiosity seeped through. She couldn't help it. This wasn't going at all like she had expected. She thought that Dean would just apologize profusely while making up excuses to his behavior. Not actually try to find a solution.
"Just give me today. Just you and me. To prove to you how good we can be together. And after that, we can decide where we stand."
Ginny stared at him for a long time, as she thought about her options. All the while, Dean looked at her with such hope in his eyes.
Finally, Ginny decided, her resolve hardened, and she opened her mouth to respond...
...
The smile on Harry's face wouldn't leave him, no matter how hard he tried. Sure, he was exhausted for being up half of the night, but last night had been one of the best of his life!
His parents were better than he ever imagined them to be, and far better than what others had told him about them.
His mum was so gentle and caring in her spirit, especially in the way she treated Harry. But she also had a fire inside of her, which Harry already knew that he respected people who carried the same fire within them.
He knew for a fact that he respected Ginny for the very same reason.
And his dad was a riot! Sure, he was cocky as hell - and Harry could attest that Sirius was just as bad on that front - but his dad was also fiercely loyal, and absolutely hilarious!
And just like normal parents with their child, they knew just what to say to rile Harry up.
"What do you mean I've been acting like a prat?!" Harry had exclaimed just a few hours before.
James had chuckled, and didn't even try to hide it. "Well, she's right, Harr. You have been a bit of a prat. Not to mention, awkward as well."
"Awkward?!" Harry had practically yelled.
"Shhh..." His mum had soothed, an apologetic smile on her face. "It's not exactly your fault, Sweetheart. It sort of comes with the territory of being a teenager."
Harry had tried to send a glare at her, but it had melted away immediately, as he couldn't bring himself to look at her in any negative way. "Is that really supposed to make me feel better?!"
Sirius hadn't stopped laughing since his mum brought up her opinion on Harry and his prattish behavior.
"It should!" Sirius laughed. "Look at James here! He's been a prat basically all his life, and he still managed to get the girl, in the end."
Instead of being offended by this, his father had merely donned a pondering look as he said, "I thought that I was an arrogant toerag, not a prat...?" Then he had shrugged while everyone else laughed, even Harry had managed to crack a smile.
But then he had frowned, puzzled again. "How exactly have I been acting like a prat?"
His mum then had pressed her palm to his cheek, and kissed his forehead, before pulling back to say, "Well, there is the fact that you weren't interested in Ginny until after she grew up into the beautiful girl she is now."
Harry still wondered how his mum was able to sound forgiving and stern at the same time.
"I don't like Ginny just for her looks!" Harry had exclaimed, feeling slightly defensive. "I really think that I was starting to like her, even before she had... changed. I didn't know her all that well before we had become friends, so I didn't know of the type of person she was, when I rejected her. I remember thinking about how close we had become before I even saw her again this last summer, and how much I wanted to include her in my life! It was just seeing her again, had put things into perspective. Sure, I didn't recognize Ginny for who she was, at first. And when I first saw her, I thought that she was Ron and Ginny's cousin - and I'll admit that I was instantly attracted. But I learned my lesson on there needing to be more than just a pretty face, with Cho... we had absolutely nothing in common besides Quidditch. But with Ginny... she is so much more than a pretty face. Yes, she is stunning, but she also has a fire to her that is addictive. She's playful, mischievous, caring, adorable, and she makes me laugh! That's the real reason why I love her. Her being beautiful is just an added bonus... And besides all that, she knows exactly what I am going through with Voldemort, because she has had him inside of her head, too!"
Harry had been panting by the end of his rant, and his parents and Sirius had stared at him in shock.
Until Sirius had snapped out of it, and replied, "Yes, that is all well and good, Harry. But what we are trying to point out is that Ginny might not see it that way..."
Thinking about that right now again caused Harry's smile to drop a bit. He hadn't realized that the sudden revelation he had about his feelings for Ginny over the summer, could be perceived that way.
But before he had the chance to reply, Slughorn had come into Dumbledore's office. Somehow, Dumbledore had known that Slughorn had arrived, so he came back out of the door he went into before to greet him.
Slughorn had been curious about why Harry had been alone in Dumbledore's office, in his pajamas, no less. But he quickly offered Harry to join him for tea in his own office, after Dumbledore had given him a vague excuse of trying to get more information on how Harry had gotten his concussion. And Dumbledore insisted that Harry go to Slughorn's for tea.
So, after changing from his pajamas, that was where Harry found himself now, walking the halls with Slughorn to his office for tea.
"So, Harry, how does it feel to be haunted by your dead parents?" His dad said from behind.
Harry really tried to suppress his smile as he walked with Slughorn, listening to his Professor drone on about his connections - but it was nearly impossible.
Harry hadn't had the heart to let go of the Resurrection Stone just yet. He didn't want to see his parents and Sirius disappear in front of him, not when they had just gotten reacquainted. So, he had to try and pretend that they weren't even there, since Slughorn couldn't see them at all without holding the stone as well.
But, of course, his dad and Sirius took this as a challenge to try to get him to laugh to lose his composure in front of Slughorn.
Even his mum came up with some quips to get him to laugh.
But Harry wasn't annoyed in the slightest. He would gander a guess to say that they just were satisfied in seeing him smile.
"Hey!" Sirius exclaimed, acting offended. "You forgot to add that he is also being haunted by his devilishly handsome Godfather!"
His mum scoffed. "Oh Sirius... you best not mention death and anything devilish in the same sentence... one may think that they made a mistake with you when you died, and decide to send you in the other direction." Then his mum pointed down to make her point come across.
James burst into laughter at that, and Sirius wore a look of shock at his mum's boldness. His dad put his arm around his mum and pulled her close, kissing the side of her head. "I knew there was a reason why I like you."
Throughout all of this, Harry couldn't help but let out a snicker at his family's antics, especially at the sight of Sirius' face.
"You seem to be in a jovial mood, Harry," Slughorn commented. Harry's smile fell a little bit as he noticed that he had been caught.
His parents and Sirius celebrated their victory on getting Harry to lose his composure, behind him.
"Well, I'm just really glad to be out of the hospital wing..." Harry said, awkwardly.
Slughorn nodded his head in sympathy. "Ah, yes. I was so aghast to hear about your accident, m'boy. Especially against such a powerful wizard, such as yourself..."
"See?" His mum said, proudly, "Even Slughorn thinks you're powerful, Sweetie."
Both Sirius and James scoffed. "Oh please, Slughorn will say anything to butter people up. Especially if he can add them to his 'collection'." Sirius said.
His dad nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, Lils. You only like Slughorn because he would shower you with constant praise."
Lily glared at James. "Well, you only dislike him because he never did the same for either of you!"
They bickered back and forth, none too quietly, as Slughorn continued.
"It must be a pleasant treat for you, then, to join me for morning tea rather than be cooped up in such a bland room as the hospital wing."
Harry had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at that, and couldn't help agreeing with Sirius and his father's opinion on Slughorn.
He would much rather be spending his time searching the castle, trying to find Ginny. As Ginny entered his thoughts, he wondered at how she has been. Had she broken up with Dean after their row in the hospital wing?
All that Harry knew was that he really missed her... being so many days a part from her was starting to take its toll.
Finally, they arrived at Slughorn's office, and he unlocked the door to let them in.
As he stepped through the door, Harry had a look around, and was shocked to see how much homier it looked now than when this used to be Snape's office.
"How's about a tour?" Slughorn asked, with a smile.
Harry nodded his head, and Slughorn then proceeded to show him around the office. Then he took Harry to a closed door, and opened it. Inside, was a rather large room with many shelves of corked potions and ingredients for potion making. There were also tables with cauldrons of bubbling potion that was stewing.
Lily gasped as she took in the sight. "This is so brilliant! It's almost like walking into an apothecary."
Then she stepped inside to look at all the different labels on the shelves, and Harry followed her, having a look around himself.
"I beat be putting on that pot of tea," Slughorn said, suddenly, and started to waddle away as he told Harry over his shoulder that he was free to look around.
After Slughorn left to tend to the tea, Harry and his family explored all the different potions in the room. But then, Harry's attention caught onto one of the potions simmering in a cauldron, with vials sitting next to it, waiting to be filled with potion.
The potion was the prettiest Harry had ever seen. It was gold, for one, and it shimmered brilliantly.
His mum came up behind him to see what he was looking at, and gasped delightedly at the potion in front of them. "James! James, come quick! It's Felix Felicis!"
His dad and Sirius came over quickly and gaped at the large cauldron of golden potion. "I've never seen so much of it, before..." James said in awe.
"Me either..." Sirius agreed.
Harry looked up at them all curiously, as they stared wondrously at the potion. "What's Felix Felicis? I mean, what does it do?"
His mum looked up at him, and excitedly explained, "It's liquid luck! It brings the drinker of the potion infinite luck for a full twelve hours. It's also very rare... as you could tell from our reactions. One of the ingredients is the horn of a unicorn... which, as you know, it is really unwise to kill a unicorn. So, you have to wait for them to die naturally in order to get the horn for this potion."
Harry gaped at him mum, then turned his gaping eyes to the rare potion right in front of them.
Liquid luck... Harry hadn't even known such a potion could exist.
Sirius suddenly snapped out of his awe-like trance, and reached forward to grab a vile and cork, before thrusting them into Harry's unknowing hands. "Quick!" Sirius, said excitedly. "Knick some before he comes back!"
Harry was gaping at his Godfather instead of the potion now. "What?!"
His mum gasped scandalously. "He will do no such thing, Sirius Black! Stop trying to corrupt our son."
"Oh, come on! You know you want some, Harry! It will really help you out with Ginny..." Sirius went on, and at that suggestion, Harry really wanted this potion... badly.
He looked down at the golden liquid with longing in his eyes, but he was still conflicted...
"No, Harry," His mum argued. "It's not yours to take. Tell him, James."
They all looked to his father, who had a thoughtful look on his face, as he stared at the golden liquid, himself.
"Dad?" Harry asked, needing to know his opinion on this matter.
James looked up at the sound of Harry's questioning tone, before finally shrugging. "There's so much of it, I doubt that one vial will even be missed..."
Harry couldn't help it. He gave his dad a beaming smile and went to hug him. James chuckled as he held Harry in return, glad to have his son's approval.
Harry pulled away from his father, and turned pleading eyes to his mum. His mum looked torn... on one hand, she was right that it really wasn't his to take. But one the other hand, his dad was right. It was such a huge cauldron, that one vial wouldn't even be missed.
"Fine." His mum said in a huff. "But just one." She said sternly.
Harry beamed at her and nodded. Before quickly dipping the vial into the shimmering liquid and corking it. Then he stashed it in the pocket of his robes, and left the scene of his crime... going back into the main office, just as Slughorn was coming back into the room with a tray full of biscuits and tea...
...
It was two hours later, Harry was finally free to go. He rushed through the corridors, running with excitement and delight.
The vial stashed away was burning a hole in his pocket.
He still couldn't believe that he had gotten away with it! He had actually knicked a rare potion right out from under the nose of his potions teacher. Though, it did help to have two marauders on his side, coaching him on how to act natural, innocent... and even charming.
His mum had still been displeased, but hadn't said anything more on the matter.
Finally, Harry made it up to the Fat Lady's portrait, before realizing that he didn't have the password after days of being in the hospital wing...
Looking at the fat lady with a pleading look, Harry said, "Don't suppose you would just let me in, would you? I've been in the hospital wing, so I don't have the password..."
The fat lady looked him up and down before sighing dramatically. "I suppose this one time won't hurt, Mr. Potter."
Harry smiled brilliantly as the portrait door opened. "Thanks!"
Then he ran inside, pausing briefly to check for any signs of red hair in the common room, before running up the stairs to his dormitory when not seeing any.
When he made it to his dorm, Harry beamed at the sight of Ron still snoring away in his bed. Harry had been right to look for Ron here, as it was Saturday and there was no doubt in Harry mind that Ron would give up the chance to sleep in.
Harry quickly closed the door to their dorm, before turning to his parents and Sirius. "I'll talk to you guys later, I promise."
They all nodded, and with smiles, said their goodbyes.
Harry stashed the stone in a shimmering cloth bag and put it at the very bottom of his locked trunk, before rushing over to Ron's bed. He sat down on the side of Ron's mattress and started to shake his friend awake. "Ron! Wake up!" Harry said with excitement and impatience.
Ron's snoring staggered instantly as he was startled awake, his bleary eyes searching around wildly. "Whacha?!" He exclaimed, and Harry snickered. Then his eyes focused on Harry, finally waking up and brightening. "Hey, mate! Pomfrey finally let you out?"
Harry laughed and shook his head. "No... I think that she would have kept me in for another week, if she had her way. No, Dumbledore cleared me."
Ron shook his head and chuckled a bit. "Pays to be the chosen one, and the Headmasters favorite..."
Harry wanted to deny it, but as he thought about it, it was most likely true. So he merely shrugged in response.
Ron sat up in bed and ran a tired hand through his hair. "Listen, mate, about Ginny... I know how much you wanted her to visit you in the hospital wing, and I really tried. Honest. But I think she has started to avoid me now, too."
In different circumstances, Harry would be upset about being reminded of Ginny avoiding him. But that was all about to change soon...
Harry smiled widely at his best mate of six years. "Don't worry about it, mate. I have a feeling that my luck is about to change."
With that, he pull the vial out of his pocket and showed it to Ron.
Ron's eyes bugged out at seeing the shimmering, gold liquid, then he gaped at Harry. "What the bloody hell is that?!"
Harry smiled deviously, and held the vial up to the stream of sunlight coming through the window. "Oh this? This is Felix Felicis... otherwise known as 'Liquid Luck'. It makes the drinker extremely lucky for twelve hours."
Harry didn't know it was possible for Ron to gape even more. "BLOODY HELL!" He exclaimed. "Where did you manage to get that?"
Harry's eyes now sparkled with mischief. "I sort of knicked it from Slughorn's cauldron... he asked me to join him for tea this morning, and when he went to start a pot, I saw that he was brewing a batch of this. Thought that he wouldn't miss a single vial..."
It was sort of the truth, but it wasn't the time to tell Ron about the stone or his dead family... he would wait until later, when he could tell Hermione at the same time.
Ron laughed outrageously. "Who knew that you had it in you, Harry?! It's almost as though you are channeling your inner Marauder!"
Harry didn't know why, but he got a burst of pleasure at hearing what Ron just said. It was almost as though he were carrying on a family tradition.
"So, when are you going to drink it?" Ron asked, excitement in his own eyes now.
Harry beamed at him and uncorked the vial. "No time like the present."
Then he lifted the vial up to his lips, and drank...
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