This is based on the "What Women Want" challenge from the forums. Harry is in 7th year. I don't know how long this will turn out to be, I have a plan, but it might be quite long (or maybe not!).
BTW, "HP and the Second Prophecy" will be updated soon (and the two stories have nothing to do with each other!)!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. Everything belongs to the magnificent genius J. K. Rowling
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Chapter One:
It was three o'clock on a Sunday afternoon and Harry Potter was still asleep in his quidditch uniform. His best friend, Ron Weasley, thought he could quietly sneak into the dormitory to retrieve his homework. Waking up Harry was not a great idea right now considering the circumstances.
Ron opened his trunk and slowly lifted his book out when a spider ran across his hand. Ron cursed loudly, dropping the book onto the stone floor. He cursed silently again.
Harry groaned loudly from the next bed and sat up, holding his head between his hands.
"Ron?"
Ron took a deep breath and slowly turned around.
"Yea?"
"What he hell did you give me last night?" he demanded.
Ron cringed as he thought back to last night's party for Gryffindor's win over Slytherin in quidditch.
...
"Hey mate! Brilliant game! I wish I could have seen the look on Malfoy's face up close when you caught the snitch from just above his head!"
Harry laughed, "Me too!"
"Oh yea," said Ron. "Forgot." Harry had been unseated by a bludger just after his miraculous catch.
"Well you must be thirsty, Harry. Here."
Ron handed Harry a cold glass of pumpkin juice that was ever-so-slightly smoking. But it was impossible for someone to notice unless that someone knew something was wrong with the cup's contents, which Ron did.
He and Seamus tried to make alcohol prior to the party. Both of them had flat out refused to test it, so they decided to spike someone's drink to see if they had succeeded.
Harry smiled and took a long gulp emptying the glass. He let out his breath and said, "My complements to the house elves!"
"Cheers!" said Ron, grinning as he lifted his own glass to his lips.
Harry's smile remained etched on his face, but his eyes rolled back and he fell over backwards out cold.
Ron's grin of success disappeared as he watched Harry fall. He looked into his own cup and poured it out in the nearest flowerpot. The flower started to quiver and then instantly wilted. Ron looked wide-eyed at his friend, who was luckily still breathing.
…
"Er, what do you mean?"
"Ron," Harry said slowly. "What did you give me last night?!"
"Oh…that. Well, I'm not sure really," Ron said.
Harry looked up at him with blood-shot eyes, "Pardon?"
"Seamus-and-I tried-to-make-alcohol-last-night-after-the-game," Ron said really fast.
Harry's head spun. "What?"
"Seamus and I… tried to make alcohol last night. You know, to make the party a little more interesting."
"So you're not sure exactly what you made, but you think it was alcohol. And I was your guinea pig?" Harry asked, climbing out of his 4-poster bed.
Ron looked sheepishly at the ground.
"Yup," answered Harry, nodding at Ron as he passed him on the way to the bathroom.
"You lucky I'm seeing double night now," Harry said slightly to Ron's right.
Harry turned on the water in the shower as he proceeded to peel off the sweat-dried clothes.
Stepping into the shower, Harry felt like shit. He head was throbbing at the crown and temples. His eyes couldn't quite focus on any given object and his stomach was churning.
Ron hesitated before he walked into the bathroom that was clouded with steam.
"Harry? Are you trying to drown yourself?"
Ron heard the water stop and Harry's hand appeared searching for a towel. The seventeen year old that stepped out of the shower was a scary sight.
"Listen mate, I'm sorry about last night, I think that Seamus has a hangover tonic."
"You want to give me something else that Seamus has concocted?" Harry asked plainly.
"He didn't make it, he bought it," Ron replied quietly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"If you feel the way you look, I would strongly recommend it."
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, hanging his head.
"Fine."
…
Harry had to admit it, he did fell a bit better after the tonic, but he still didn't feel great. He actually felt like rearranging Ron's face into a picture worthy of Picasso. But Ron had apologized repeatedly, so Harry forgave him out of pity and weariness.
Weariness is what drove Harry back to bed without ever stepping foot outside the dormitory on Sunday. Ron wisely decided just to let him sleep.
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Harry awoke Monday morning feeling a lot better than yesterday's fiasco. After a quick shower woke him up completely, he found his uniform in his trunk.
"Ron? You awake?"
All Harry could hear was snores from Ron's bed. Harry walked over and pulled the curtain aside.
"Ron! Spiders!" Harry yelled.
Ron bolted up, screaming and swatting away the non-existent spiders. He stopped mid-swat when he noticed that Harry was snickering. Ron looked around at his bed and glared at Harry.
"Harry, you're such a wonderful friend," said Ron sarcastically.
"Well you deserve it for being such a prat yesterday!"
"Oh, well I see someone's feeling better today."
"Yea and get up. I'm starving!"
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Ron and Harry raced downstairs where everyone was congregating before breakfast. Harry passed Ginny sitting at a table beside the stairs when he stopped in shock.
Had he just heard what he thought…? No, obviously whatever Ron gave him was still doing funny things to his head.
Harry almost started walking again when he spun around, this time positive that he heard Ginny say what he heard.
Ginny was sitting with her head in one hand, staring at a group of 7th years. It was imperatively impossible, but Harry distinctly heard her say,
"I should fight with Dean more often! The make-up sex was well-worth it!"
Harry stared at Ginny appalled. He managed to find his voice.
"Err, Ginny?"
She turned around, startled to see Harry standing beside her.
"Hello Harry! Are you all right? I don't think I saw you yesterday."
"Yea. Yea, I think so," he replied, utterly confused.
Ginny's faint smile didn't move nor did her expression change, but Harry definitely heard her say,
"I could make you alright, Harry. You don't know what you're missing. I'm sure Dean wouldn't mind…"
Harry's jaw dropped in disbelief and he ran out of the common room.
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