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Chapter 25: The Seer Overheard The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls, yet Harry found himself newly and happily impervious to gossip over the next few weeks. After all, it made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making him happier than he could remember being for a very long time, rather than because he had been involved in hor-rific scenes of Dark magic.
'You'd think people had better things to gossip about,' said Ginny, as she sat on the common-room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest.' Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
'What did you tell her.' ' . told her it's a Hungarian Horntail,' said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly.
'Much more macho.' Thanks,' said Harry, grinning. 'And what did you tell her Ron's got.' 'A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where.' Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing.
'Watch it,' he said, pointing wamingly at Harry and Ginny. 'Just because I've given my permission doesn't mean I can't withdraw it -' "Tour permission",' scoffed Ginny. 'Since when did you give me permission to do anything. Anyway, you said yourself you'd rather it was Harry than Michael or Dean.' 'Yeah, 1 would,' said Ron grudgingly. 'And just as long as you don't start snogging each other in public -' 'You filthy hypocrite! What about you and Lavender, thrashing around like a pair of eels all over the place.' demanded Ginny.
But Ron's tolerance was not to be tested much as they moved into June, for Harry and Ginny's time together was becoming increasingly restricted. Ginny's O.W.L.s were approaching and she was therefore forced to revise for hours into the night. On one such evening, when Ginny had retired to the library and Harry was sitting beside the window in the common room, supposedly finishing his Herbology home-work but in reality reliving a particularly happy hour he had spent down by the lake with Ginny at lunch-time, Hermione dropped into the seat between him and Ron with an unpleasantly purposeful look on her face.
'I want to talk to you, Harry.'
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