Author's Notes: Hey, all. I'm feeling inspired. So, guess what! Another HP fanfic to please you all. Hehehe. It's going to be awesome. It's something a bit....ok...a lot different then my 1st fic, but I think you'll like it. I don't know how long it will be, or if I'm going to continue it or not...
Genie in a Bottle
Ever since Hermione told Ginny her secret, things have been really awkward. It was the start of their 6th year at Hogwarts, and they were enjoying—well, not quite—their dinner together. Hermione had owled Ginny, whom she thought would understand, and she never really got a response. Hermione, being stubborn, decided that she would just move on and if Ginny didn't want to be supportive or talk about it she didn't have to be. But now, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was starting a fresh year.
"So, Mione," Ron grinned.
"What, Ron," she asked, knowing perfectly well what he was about to say.
"Gonna join the team, then?"
"Ron," Harry interrupted, "you're off your rocker if you think Mione is going to join the Quidditch Team." Then he added in a hushed voice, "You know what a wimp she is when it comes to flying."
"I heard that!" she snapped and slammed down her empty chalice that used to hold her pumpkin juice.
"You should cut her some slack, Ickle Ronnykins," Ginny laughed.
"Don't call me that!"
"Hey Hermione," Ginny drawled out the first few words for effect and to get a rise out of Ron. "Did you know that Ron—"
"That's quite enough, Ginny," Harry said very sternly, you wouldn't want Ron spilling some of your secrets, trust me."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ginny glared. "You sound like you already know something you shouldn't..." Harry let a mischievous grin slip.
"Hey, Mione. How come you've been so quiet during our "spill each other's secrets" party?" laughed Ginny. Hermione's face noticeably blanched as she kicked a bewildered looking Ginny underneath the table and left the room.
"What was that about?" asked Harry.
"Beats me," Ginny said.
"Ron?" prompted Harry.
"Er—I don't know. PMS?" he suggested.
"Har har, very funny." Ginny reached out and slapped Ron in the back of the head.
"Hey, sweetie," a voice called from behind Ginny.
"Huh?" she asked as she turned around to face the source of the voice.
"Go away," Ron snarled, being very defensive of his only younger sister.
"Don't worry, Ron. I can handle a simple-minded, egotistical nark."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "Because I would really like to assist in beating up Malfoy."
"No, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." She stuck out her tongue at an angry Harry. Within the blink of an eye, Ginny pulled out her wand and had it directed at Draco's pale face. "Now, Draco, would you kindly remove your hideous face from my sight?"
"No." Draco took a step forward menacingly.
"Wrong answer." Ginny shouted a spell that made Malfoy break out in acne and send him flying out of the Great Hall, much like Hermione.
"Wicked!" Harry and Ron laughed in unison.
"You're too kind." Ginny curtsied dramatically.
"Hey," Ron interrupted, "maybe someone should go check on Hermione."
"I volunteer Ginny!" Harry shouted.
"She kicked me before she left...I don't think she wants to see me," Ginny explained, still confused about the reason she kicked her. "Harry?"
"Er—"Harry said, avoiding eye contact with them.
"I second that," Ron smiled cheerfully. "I've dealt with enough PMSing women." He noticeably looked at Ginny and received a pinching hex. Harry snickered and also got hexed by Ginny.
"Harry," Ginny begged, "would you please go?"
"No."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER GO SEE HOW YOUR FRIEND IS!"
"Fine." He sighed and left the table.
Author's Notes: ....
Next Chapter: We find out why she's a genie.
Future Events: What happens when someone gets a hold of the bottle?