A Harry Potter Love Story: Gracie Style 2 *Completed*

Chapter 9

We were in the library, except Nat. She is with Kelly in our dorm, waiting for Fred. I was bouncing all over the place. "Is it time?"

"Oh quit jittering!" Mione sighed, grabbing my arm. Ron grabbed the other one, and Ginny sat on me.

"Hey!" I whined, bucking and thrashing around. I looked at Harry, begging for help, but none came. He laughed, shaking his head. "Harry?" I smiled sweetly, batting my eyes. Ron groaned, letting go.

"Ron! Help!" Ginny commanded, looking absolutely shocked that he let go. To be honest, so was I.

"What? There's no point! Harry always does what she says!"

"Do not!" Harry argued, and I shook my head. If I always got what I want we wouldn't have stopped the other night. That sounds slutish. But I trust Harry. I love him, and I know he loves me.

"Do too! You're whipped!" Ginny smirked, getting off of me. I smiled, ripping my arm from Mione's grasp. "I bet you couldn't go an hour with out touching her or giving into a command or plea from her!"

"That's a lie! I could go way longer than that!" Harry challenged, crossing his arms. This isn't looking good, and I'm getting a serious sense of déjà vu. No touching? Like holding hands or anything?

"Okay. A full twenty four hours. It 7:50. You can't touch her, or do as she asks until this time tomorrow. Got it?" Harry nodded and he and Ginny shook on, both wearing confident smirks. Ron and Mione were laughing, Ron sided with Ginny, but Mione says Harry has more will power than that. I'm secretly hoping Ginny's right.

"Come on Harry. Ten minutes to get to his office." I sighed, standing up. He nodded, following close behind me, but not close enough so that we were touching. Ginny ran after us. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you don't cheat. And while you're in your lesson, I'm going to make sure the whole school knows the bet so you can't cheat! Teachers included!" She smirked, trailing behind us in the hall. She ran to catch up with me, smiling. "Must suck for you!"

"Yeah well. That's what I get for having a sister." I smirked, shoving her playfully. "Just you wait! I'll make sure Dean fears for his life while touching you!" She blushed furiously, so I laughed, reminding myself she doesn't know I know about Dean. "Of course I know! I'm not stupid! I have eyes! He likes you too you know? I'd give it a week, tops." I smiled, reaching the gargoyle.

"Acid pops!" Harry said, then the gargoyle jumped aside, a spiral staircase taking us up the stairs.

"Sir!" Ginny smirked, shooting looks toward us. "Make sure they don't touch okay? At all. And Harry can't give in if Gracie asks him for something or anything like that, okay? That's all I needed!" Dumbledore looked amused.

"May I ask why?"

"Because. He's whipped and I want to prove it. It's a bet you see?" Dumbledore nodded slowly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"I'll see to it that they follow the rules Ms. Weasley!" Ginny nodded, then skipped down the stairs into the corridor. "Now. Onto our lessons. I'm sure you're familiar with this?" He pulled out a pensive. Harry and I both nodded, but Harry was eyeing it disdainfully. Professor Dumbledore chuckled, pulling out a small bottle with a silvery, wispy content. He was having trouble unstopping it because of his injured hand.

"Sir, shall I?" Harry trailed off, staring at the blackened hand. He waved Harry off, pulling out his wand and tapping the stopper. It bounced out and Dumbledore emptied the contents into the pensive.

"Come along now." He took my hand and linked his arm through Harry's, and we fell into the pensive. It was a little country lane, and there was a short little man ahead of us. "This, is Bob Ogden. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This is who's memory we have entered, now the reason why, will be revealed through the lessons. For now, however, lets watch." The headmaster spoke, following Bob.