A/N: These little drabbles are now obviously not in chronological order. It's been a while since I updated this. Inspiration struck, so it had to be done. I'm not really...happy with this. What can you do, right? Reviews are appreciated!

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Fanfic100: Harry and Ginny

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"Harry, what's your favourite colour?" Ginny asked her boyfriend as they sat in the Three Broomsticks. His gaze travelled from his Butterbeer to her distinctly Weasley hair.

"Red," he answered absently, "How about you?"

"Green," she responded, staring at his eyes. He grinned widely, the emerald orbs she loved so much sparkling behind his glasses.

"We're like Christmas!" Harry exclaimed, looking as giddy as if it were the holiday. Ginny laughed, enjoying his childish happiness, before she was cut off by a scream somewhere outside. The couple sobered quickly, and rushed to find the disturbance, along with their fellow patrons. Upon the discovery of a young girl under the Cruciatus and Death Eaters swarming the wizarding village, the two entered the battle. They managed to stick together for a short time, before the chaos split them apart. The fight didn't go on for too long, but Harry was searching for the familiar red hair as soon as it was done.

He cried out for her, running through the streets, the name becoming more and more frantic. He finally found her, lying in front of Madam Puddifoot's, a long gash down her side.

"Ginny!" he yelled, tearing off the white t-shirt he was wearing and pressing it to her wound. She was unconcious, and the shirt's thin material was absorbing the blood quickly.

"Somebody get a Healer!" he commanded, and he saw what he thought was a third year run off to do so. He swallowed a sob, staring at his now bloody hands.

Suddenly, he wasn't such a big fan of red.