Flower and I finally wrote a story! It's all from Ginny's PoV.
Just so everyone knows, PoV Point of View. Maybe you're new here or something and didn't know...
Anyway, this first chapter doesn't have that much H/G in it, but the second will!
We only intend for it to be two chapters, and yes we're aware they're short chapters. But hey, it's a short story.
Disclaimer: We own nothing.
Now that I've cleared that up...
Knock knock.
I ran to answer the door, and guess who it was! I had absolutely no idea.
"Er, can I help you?" I asked. He looked at me oddly.
"I'm from Papa Johns. You ordered the two large pizzas, one cheese and one pepperoni, correct?"
I blinked. "Who are you? Did Fred and George put you up to this?" I narrowed my eyes and looked around outside.
"Look, Miss, I just deliver the pizza. Take it or leave it," he told me looking slightly freaked.
"I'll take it!" I said grabbing the 'pizza' out of the guy's hand. I turned to close the door.
"Hum hem." I looked at the pizza guy as he made Umbridge-like noises. "I need a tip and you need to pay me." I looked at the guy like he was crazy.
"I'm not paying for something I didn't order. But here's your tip. Girls don't like guys with pimples and greasy hair. Go wash your hair and your face you slime ball." At that I closed the door in his face.
I walked back into the kitchen, irritated at the surprise visit.
"Here's the zeepa," I growled, dropping the two steaming boxes on the table in front of my brother Ron and Hermione. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You mean the pizza?" she questioned.
"Yes, I mean the pizza!" I hissed back ill-temperedly. She held her hands up in surrender and turned back to the pizza. I turned and walked over to get plates.
"Ahhhh!" I heard someone scream behind me. I spun and dropped all three plates.
"Reparo," I muttered, picking them back up. I set them on the table, and glared at the two.
"Where'd Hermione go?" I asked Ron and the newly-arrived-Harry.
"Never mind," I said as the two boys tried to explain. "I'll go find her myself." I started to leave, but turned back.
"Some pizza guy delivered it. Enjoy." I said pointing to the box.
"Don't you want any?" He asked looking from me to the pizza like I was crazy to give it up.
"No, you enjoy." I walked away, slowly to my room. I would hopefully find Hermione there. I was having trouble suppressing my crush on one certain pizza eating boy downstairs. And ew, no it's not my brother.
I scurried up the stairs and shrieked. As I had expected, Hermione was sitting on my bed. But I didn't expect her to be reading my diary. I screeched and tore the book from her hands.
Then I proceeded to force-feed her the Friends-Don't-Do-This-To-Friends speech.
"How could you invade my privacy like that?! How far did you read?" I ranted. To my surprise, she smiled.
"Far enough to know that you like me," she told me happily.
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. She looked worried.
"Ginny, I know you're mad at me for reading the diary, but now that I know your true feelings we can be together!" she said, smiling once again.
I backed away slowly, my hands up as if in surrender. "Listen, I don't like you like that. Fred and George must've put that in there!"
Hermione looked crest-fallen.
"Besides!" I cried in a last ditch effort. "You're dating Ron!" Hermione gagged and looked at me as if I were the one that was insane.
"Ew! Don't even go there! The only person I've ever dated was Cho Chang!" Hermione cried. My eyes widened. I backed into the wall.
"I thought you knew that! Don't you remember when I came back to the common room and told you about how we-"
"AHHHH! No stop! I don't want to hear it!" I cried, my hands covering my ears, my eyes squeezed shut.
"Okay, Gin, calm down." I opened my eyes to see Harry standing there with an undoubtedly odd look on his face.
"Where'd Hermione go?" I demanded. Harry looked at me questioningly. "She was just in here telling me- are you aware that she and Cho DATED?!"
Harry looked flabbergasted. "When'd you find that out?"
"Like a minute ago, she was in here reading my diary and-" Harry held up a hand and stopped me.
"Ginny, I was reading your diary." I stood stiffly for a moment, not quite comprehending anything.
"You mean you...and it wasn't..." Harry raised an eyebrow as I rambled. "Oh thank Merlin!" I finished, letting out a long sigh.
Wait, hold on a moment. So Harry had switched looks with Hermione after one of them ate the pizza, and that meant...
"Listen, Ginny-" Harry started, but I hardly heard him as I stormed out into the hallway.
"Fred! George!" I yelled, entering their room as I reached into my pocket for my wand. They were sitting with too-innocent grins.
"Hey there, Ginny! What can we do for you?" I did not honor the question with an answer. Well, not a spoken answer, anyway. I advanced slowly, lifting my wand.
They laughed nervously.
"What could be the trouble with our favorite little sister?" A few well-aimed curses later, the twins were hanging from the ceiling.
"Harry and Hermione are back in their rightful places," I informed them icily. The looked disappointed, obviously unhappy at the short amount of time they're little trick lasted.
Then, of course, they started on the excuses.
"It wasn't really our fault. We didn't have a choice!" they explained indignantly. "It's a bit difficult to test that kind of potion ourselves considering we look the same..."
I tuned them out and went downstairs to get rid of the rest of said potion before anything else happened.
Ron and Hermione were walking out of the kitchen when I arrived.
"I'm telling you, 'Mione! Harry just said that we should get an early start on the summer assignments! I think something might be seriously wrong..." Ron was saying somberly. I rolled my eyes and went closer to examine the pita- or was it piazza?
It seemed normal enough. Of course who was I to know what was normal for a- whatever it was. I got rid of it.
How? Well I just tossed it in the trash can. Just because I have a wand doesn't mean I'm not capable of completing muggle-like tasks. Remember that.
Anyway, I quickly informed Hermione and Ron about the previous "situation", and Hermione sighed.
"I knew it was too good to be true," she mused, shaking her head. "Harry starting the summer assignments…" The she looked at me.
"I thought one of them finally had some sense knocked into them!" she wailed with an exasperated look on her face. I nodded sagely.
"Definitely too good to be true," I agreed. As she carried on about the summer assignments with Ron, I went to do the deed that had to be done. Yes, I was off to confront Harry.
It's the first story that Guro and I have written together, so be nice! My cousin and I don't like flames.
Plus, we're writing a second chapter (the H/G part), and we don't want to be discouraged.
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