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Author's Note: Just something I thought would be a bit amusing. It's a short start, but I'm not sure if I should continue.

I hate it when you lose control of those words that live inside of you. The words you think, but shouldn't say. That sneaky voice that emerges from your mouth when you desperately need to stop talking, for example, I never meant to yell at Ron. I never meant to call him a fat, stupid, asshole. Those are the type of things that just … slip out. Unfortunately some people, Ron in particular, are fat, stupid, assholes, and therefore do not understand this.

It all started at dinner one last week, when Ron, Harry, and Hermione, were sitting together. They were whispering and being all, "exclusive" as Neville likes to call it. Personally, I think Neville is just a bit on the sensitive side. Nevertheless, I came into the Great Hall trying to eat a quick dinner before my detention with McGonagall. In my obvious haste I knocked over Ron's pumpkin juice as I was sitting down, which apparently spilled on a very, "crucial piece of paper," which really translates to, "this is something we're working on in TOP SECRECY to defeat the dark lord," which translates to, "Ginny you're a bloody idiot." So, Ron started turning red and yelling at me and waving his arms about, making himself look ridiculous in front of everyone, even though most of the students had left by now, there was still a decent remainder left to laugh at him. I informed him of this, which only caused him to turn to what I thought was an eggplant like purple. I've spent my whole life dealing with boys and older brothers. I'm not retarded, I normally let them complain and be done with it, but then Ron really pissed me off. "Ginny, you need to realize we're in the middle of a war now. You can't do whatever you want anymore, you can't screw around, you have to stop acting like a first-year and grow up." Those were his exact words, straight from the horse's mouth.

I know that this would not seem particularly offensive to everyone. Most people would probably agree with Ron. I mean yes, we are in the middle of a war. Yes, we are no longer able to screw around. Yes, we must all grow up a bit sooner than we may have liked to. But, hello? I'm sixteen, I'm aware, I'm on high alert. Which is exactly what I told Ron, in a very calm manner, but then he laughed at me, so I kicked him in the shin, and told him that if he really wanted to discuss "crucial pieces of paper," then perhaps the dinner table, in front of everyone, was not the best location. Which I followed up by the fat, stupid, asshole remark; and then Ron wrote Mum.

Dear Ginny,

Ron wrote; he mentioned that you kept interrupting him while he was trying to study with Harry and Hermione. (Lie number one: not only was he not studying, Ron never studies which I thought she would be aware of by now.) Please be understanding that this is his last year at Hogwarts, and he's under a great deal of stress, being Prefect and all, not to mention with all the other events happening, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. (Lie number two: last week Ron paid off a Hufflepuff Prefect to take his rounds for the next two weeks, using some of his birthday money, no less.) On a separate note Harry and Hermione are both joining us for Christmas this year, just thought you should know.

Love, Mum

What a cow.

Ron, not Mum.

So I wrote her back:

Mum,

I know, I shouldn't bother him, he's just been so stressed lately it's made him a bit annoying to be around. On the subject of Christmas, I'm afraid I'm going to have to stay at Hogwarts this year. I've just got loads of school work to do, and I don't want to fall behind. Sixth year is really important you know, if the house is going to be so full I don't think I'll be able to concentrate. I hope you understand.

Love, Ginny

This is how I ended up staying at school for the Christmas holidays, this is how I ended up in the library with a very surly Draco Malfoy, this is why if Ron ever asks me about it I'll have no problem saying it was all his fault.