It's for your own good…
But, it'll be fine!
I'm just trying to protect you…
I don't need protection!
When this is all over, we can be together, I swear…
Take your stupid excuses and shove it up you arse! I can't believe you! You're cheating on me with Voldemort!
Alright, so she hadn't said the last one in response to Harry's excuses, but she should have. She bloody should have. Who was he to think that just because he had to go save the bloody Wizarding world, which he wasn't REALLY going to do since Dumbledore wasn't really dead, it was just a ploy, and the Malfoys were really on the light side, and great confusing piles of rubbish like that… but the point was, she was SO over the Boy-who-likes-to-shag-evil-reincarnated! No more of this well-maybe rubbish. She was moving on if it was the LAST thing she did. Just like Hermione, who was now ignoring the prat that called himself her brother and dating Ernie Macmillan. Even if Macmillan was a prat. But that was beside the point. The point was… wait what was the point. Oh, the point was she was going to prove that she was so over that prat that called himself Harry Potter. And how was she going to do that? By dating every bloody male. Or not. She had priorities, after all.
Harry carefully watched Ginny. They were sitting at the burrow, eating dinner. She was laughing, which was normal, but she wasn't going out of her way to be overly polite to him. If he asked for the salt she casually tossed it at him, not even paying attention to him long enough to even look at him. There was something wrong.
He confronted her about it after dinner.
'Ginny, we have to talk.'
'About what, Harry, about what? I'm rather busy. I'd promised I'd send Dra- I mean somebody a letter, and I've been so far behind in my writing.'
Her slip did not go unnoticed by Harry.
'Who are you writing to?' He asked.
'People. It's not like it's any of your business.'
'Of course it is! We're friends, aren't we?'
'I'd like to think of it as more of casual acquaintances, Harry. But really, I'm rather busy, so what did you want to talk about?'
Harry swallowed. 'Why are you acting so weird?'
'Weird? I'm acting weird. I'm not the one who can't come up with a halfway decent way to break up with a person. Also, I don't think I go around moaning about my scar prickling. AAAnddd, at least I have a social life. Now if you'll excuse me, I've met some rather fit blokes from town, and I'm meeting them in an hour and I have to get ready.' With that, she sashayed away.
Ginny: 1
Harry: 0
So take that Harry bloody Potter
'Gin, can I talk to you?' Hermione asked from the doorway.
'Yes?' Ginny looked up at Hermione. Hermione was a bushy-haired as always, but at least the girl was now agreeing to wear make-up and better clothes.
'Harry said that you've been acting funny.' The older girl said as she made her way over and sat down on Ginny's bed, where the girl was playing with Arnold, the Pygmy Puffskin.
'So has he.'
'Harry always acts funny. Now, what's the matter with you?'
Ginny was then forced to outline her plot to get Harry back.
'Dating every male that you can get your hands on? GINNY!'
'What? I've already got a reputation for being a bit of a slag. I can make this work for me.'
'GINNY! The next thing you know you and Pansy Parkinson will be the best of friends and run a brothel together.'
'Gawd, Hermione, don't be such a prude. I'm just saying, do the classic jealousy ploy. Works everytime.'
'If you really know what you're doing.' Hermione sighed.
'Oh I do.' Ginny smiled evilly. 'I most definitely do.'
'GINNY!' Ron yelped.
'What?' Ginny growled. Her trunk was HEAVY damn him. All she wanted to do was find her friends and begin her evil plot for Harry destruction. But noooo. He wanted to talk.
'What are you wearing?' He demanded.
Frowning, Ginny looked down at her outfit. She was wearing the muggle clothes that Hermione had leant her for the trip from the Headquarters to Hogwarts. Low slung jeans, halter, honestly.
'Clothes. I thought you didn't want me running around naked, say?' She asked.
'I wouldn't mind.' A dark haired boy commented as he walked by with Draco Malfoy.
Ginny watched as Ron's face turned red.
'Thanks.' Ginny winked. 'But brother dearest would.'
'Oh, you're a Weasley?' The boy wrinkled his nose.
'Yes. And you're…'
'Blaise Zambini. Now, I think I'll leave before the weasel here explodes and I get muggle-lover blood all over me.' The two boys strutted off, Malfoy looking as hot, and as bloody evil, as ever.
'Thank you, Ron, for being as ah-nnoying as always. Now if you don't mind, I'm off to find my friends.' Ginny huffed, and stomped off as best as her three inch stilettos would allow. Which made her madder, since stomping in heels wasn't the easiest thing in the world.
'GINNY!' She looked into a compartment to find her best friends, Colin Creevey and Luna Lovegood waving at her.
'Heyyyyy!' She squealed. 'Long time no see!'
'Or hear from.' Luna added. 'I was in Africa. The boys down there were marvy. I think I was bitten by an Aphromite, though.'
'Let me guess. You slept with half the blokes in the village.'
'HEY!' Luna shrieked. 'You make me sound like some sort of slag who acts with no propriety whatsoever and uses her innocent ramblings to her advantage!'
'Your point is?' Colin laughed. 'Did you find out any of their names?'
'I wouldn't be able to pronounce them if I did, so I never bothered.' Luna said primly, pulled on her Spectorspecs, and opened the Quibbler; before snapping it shut and checking her watch. 'Och, I'm going to the loo, so I'll see you at the prefect meeting, Gin.
'Honestly, I don't know how she does it.' Lavender sighed as she and Parvati entered the compartment.
'I know!' Ginny complained, hugging her two other best friends. 'She acts like a raving idiot, yet STILL gets more action then we do.'
'MIXED COMPANY!' Colin yelped. 'I do NOT want to know about your sexual exploits. So, any lesbian hook ups?' He grinned.
'COLIN!' They shrieked.
'I had to ask, I had to ask.' Colin shrugged. 'Now if you don't mind, Parvati, my girlfriend, whom I haven't seen in about three months and I have some catching up to do.'
The other girls rolled their eyes and ignored the snogging couple.
'So how was your summer, Gin?' Lavender asked.
'Alright. Except I had to deal with Harry bloody Potter the whole time. I swear, his ego's almost bigger than Malfoy's penis.' She joked.
'GINNY!' Lavender giggled, whacking the younger girl. 'Hands off, he's mine!'
'Now, now ladies, no need to fight.' A cool voice said from the doorway.
Ginny turned slowly to face a smirking Draco Malfoy, backed by Zambini, Crabbe, and Goyle.
'As if.' She tossed her head like an angry horse. 'We were complementing Harry, his ego's quite small, if you get my drift.' She let her eyes drift towards Malfoy's lower regions before smirking.
Malfoy smirked and sneered 'Well, you'll just have to find out if you're assumption is correct sometime, Weaselette. Now, as enthralling this is, I was told to give you this.' He dropped a letter onto Ginny's lap. 'And you're late to the prefect meeting.'
Ginny just noticed the Head Boy badge pinned onto his chest. Bloody Hell.
'I'm coming, I'm coming, keep your peroxide-and-hair-gel-molested mop on your head.' She stood up and followed the older Slytherins to the head compartment. 'What's up with the gaurds?' She demanded.
Malfoy gave her a withering glare then continued walking.
'Fine, don't answer me.' Ginny pouted.
No answer from either of the four boys.
Ginny was SO not used to being ignored.
'Oy, Ferret, I'm talking to you.'
'And Weaselette, I'm ignoring you.'
Ginny glared, and began stomping.
'VINCENT AND GREGORY! YOU BABOONS!' An irate and very pretty blonde screeched as she flung herself out of a compartment door.
'Pansy, I know I'm enthralling, but no need to throw yourself at me.' Blaise joked.
'As if. Hey, look, there's a girl with you. Back to my problem. Draco, the baboons ATE my lipgloss!'
'DID NOT!' Vincent grunted.
'That was lipgloss?' Goyle joked. 'Tasted too sweet, if you ask me…'
'YOU APE!' Pansy shrieked and dragged them inside the compartment.
'That was interesting.' Ginny commented dryly. Still no response, although she thought she saw Zambini smiling to himself.
'Zambini, you're ugly.'
'And you're noisy.'
'I WIN!' She shrieked. 'You're not ignoring me anymore, are you!'
'I was never ignoring you. Draco was.'
'Will you two grow up?' Malfoy demanded.
'I think I like the height I'm at. Now, the Weaselette needs to grow, up, she's tiny!'
'The terms petite, Zambini, and I rather be short than the clumsy oaf you are.'
'You truly wound me,' the dark haired Slytherin laughed and grabbed his heart for affect.
'We're here.' Malfoy announced, throwing open the Heads compartment.
The assembled students looked slightly surprised that Ginny was walking with two Slytherins, but turned back to Hermione, who was seething.
'Now that these, LATECOMERS, have arrived, we can continue. Here are the schedules for patrols, and here are the meetings, and oh,' She exclaimed.
'Forgot to take the lewd love letter from the he-weasel out of your notes?' Malfoy sneered as he sat down with the other Slytherins, who grinned in welcoming, rolling their eyes in the direction of Hermione.
Ron snarled, and leapt to his feet, but one of the other Gryffindors pulled him back down.
'DUMBLEDORE.' Hermione spat, drowning out Malfoy. 'Has decided that in the pursuit of inter-house unity…'
'We are required to snog any attractive girls from opposite houses whenever we feel like.' A fifth-year Slytherin called out.
Everyone laughed, and he and Malfoy bumped fists.
Hermione rolled her eyes, before continuing 'all prefects are to share dorms and a common room. The rooms will be divided by every two years…'
'So we're sharing with girls? This year's getting better and better.' The same Slytherin boy crowed.
After another round of laughter and fist-bumps, Hermione continued with her speech, but Ginny tuned her out. Luna was sitting with the Ravenclaw, twirling her hair, and looking out the window. When she looked at Ginny, she grinned, nodded towards the Slytherins, and mouthed 'how about dating one of them? Harry'll love it.'
Ginny smirked back. Luna was on to something there. She looked at the group of Slytherins. They all were actually rather hot, and they had the whole bad-boy/playboy/heart-breaker thing down. Death Eaters? She had handled Tom Riddle. What could a bunch of followers do?
