A/N: Well, I just started this tonight. I actually really like it and have so many plans for it all of the sudden. I guess this is a pretty big chapter, I hope you like it. The sooner you review, the sooner I update! ;)
Disclaimer: As I do not have a bank account packed full of lovely money, I can safely say the plot and characters of Harry Potter are not mine!
Chapter One: Obsessed"And I was like…why you so obsessed with me…OH, OH, OHWOWOH!" Hermione and I belted/ giggled as we threw ourselves down on my bed.
"Muggle clubbing should become a sport." Said Hermione, speaking a few decimals louder than usual.
"Bahahahahahhaha," I laughed, inwardly embarrassed but unable to control my outburst. "And the more knackered you are in the morning, the more points you get!"
"I'm not sure who would win. You? Nooooooooo. Luna. Deeeefinately Loony."
" I reckon the winner would be you, lova! And shoosh up, don't call her Loony, she's only in the next room, 'member?"
"GINNY?"
"Yees?"
"Why you so obsessed with me?" Hermione began in a drunken singsong voice.
"Lyin' that you're sexin' me?" I continued her rendition of the muggle singer, Mariah Carey's latest song that had been played repeatedly in the many muggle clubs we traversed tonight. "You know what would be great, 'Mione? Just, like, sooooooo great?
"What?"
"If my brother that you are currently engaged to could see how completely arseholed you are right now."
"Teeheeheeeeee, I don't think that would be so funny. It took him SOO LOOOONG to propose, I wouldn't want him to call it off after less than a fortnight!" Replied Hermione.
I laughed to myself. Not for any particular reason, since my brain had gone completely fuzzy from the 'celebrations' of Ron's proposal to Hermione. I laughed again, because I had laughed at nothing. I looked over at my best friend who was lying face down on my light blue comforter and laughed again because there was a pool of drool surrounding her face. Hermione hardly ever let herself get so juiced up. But, it was a special occasion. And I may have invited 4 of our closest lady mates out for a night in muggle London without telling her that we were planning on getting shitfaced. I laughed to myself once more, realizing that we had left all of our mates standing in the den of the flat we shared while we went to go get blankies and pillows from my room for them to night over because none of them lived close enough to get home safely in this condition.
"Hey…'Mione?"
"Hmmm?" She rose from her pool of drool.
"Maybe we should get the blankets to give to the girls so they don't think we've had some sort of lezzy attack here in my room because…you so obsessed with meeee!"
Hermione sat up and a dazed grin spread across her face that most likely mirrored mine. "You're the one that's lyin' that you're sexin' me!"
"Come on, you twit!" I laughed, and pulled Hermione up off the bed.
"You're the best Maid of Honor. Like, the best ever."
***
I woke up the next morning on the kitchen floor of mine and Hermione's two bedroom flat. I had no recollection whatsoever of how I came to be there, or how Luna Lovegood, Parvatil Patil, Violetta Wenlock and Katie Bell came to be sardined into our tiny den. I stood up, leaning on the counter for support and fighting my head rush. I had never felt so utterly knackered. The night started coming back to me somewhat and the song 'Obsessed' by Mariah Carey was suddenly on playback in my head. I slowly turned my body to the back of the kitchen, facing away from the den, expecting to see a shipwrecked Hermione lying on or around the small round table. She wasn't there. My heart rate increased as I slowly but surely moved down the hallway praying that Hermione was asleep in her bed. Softly, I knocked on her door and then entered. She wasn't there. Okay, I thought. If I were knackered Hermione, where the hell would I be? I backed out of her room and proceeded to mine. Ah, there I saw Hermione's neon stocking covered feet sticking out of my 3 by 6 closet.
"'Miiiiiione. Wake up. What have we done?" I said, my voice sounding scratchier than I expected. I laid down on the floor beside her as she opened her eyes.
"Oh gods, Ginny. Why am I waking up in your closet?"
"I guess we had quite the night." I sighed.
"I guess so." Replied Hermione. "Its Sunday. That means dinner night at the Burrow. My first dinner night since the proposal."
I giggled at Hermione's nervous tone. "Oh, relax. Its not like you haven't had dinner on a Sunday at the Burrow a million times before. Just because you're engaged this time doesn't mean you have to get all worked up…" I smiled, teasing Hermione. Since the war ended three years ago and we had all finished up at Hogwarts and gotten jobs, mum had declared Sunday night family dinner night so that everyone would make the time to visit home. Of course most of the Order have been included in that, too. Last family dinner night, Ron had proposed to Hermione. Everyone, including mum, was thrilled. But of course Hermione was nervous, she remembered all to well the last time one of my brothers had gotten engaged. It took ages for Fleur to be welcome(ish) back home.
"Are you kidding? I haven't forgotten Bill and Fleur's engagement!" Whined Hermione, as if she had been reading my mind.
"How many times do I have to tell you? This is different! You were already welcome, way before the proposal. Hell, you were even welcome before you and Ron got together in the first place."
"Gin. I know I was welcome. But I am now engaged to Ron. Engaged to your brother. Engaged to your mother's baby boy!"
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Finey fine fine. As long as we can make it out of my closet alive."
"You're right. We have more pressing issues to worry about than the wrath of your mother that has been set upon me…" Hermione looked over at me with raised eyebrows.
"I know where you're going with this, 'Mione. So just don't." I sighed and began pushing myself off the squishy carpet.
"Oh, I'm going there. Because there is a ridiculous place. Completely bollocks, if you ask me." She replied, also getting up off the floor.
I turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. "Do not ask me what I'm going to do about Harry freaking Potter."
Hermione raised her eyebrows again. "Oh, I'm going to ask you. And you're going to tell me."
I turned around to leave my room. I was planning to go out into the den. Hermione wouldn't dare bring this up in front of Violetta. Violetta was a great friend. A new friend. A friend who had no idea about the history between her boyfriend and I. After the battle was won, three years ago, Harry had to continue going about, being a noble prat and let me finish my seventh year at Hogwarts without any distractions. He reckoned that after defeating Voldemort at seventeen, he didn't need to further complicate the life of any sixteen-year-old girls that happened to be in love with him until after they finished their seventh year. Instead of coming back to do his unfinished seventh year, he decided to pursue professional quidditch as a career. Being an auror at the ministry was no longer appealing to him, which was understandable after all he had been through.
Harry went to a quidditch camp just outside of London whilst I was dutifully stuck at Hogwarts, finishing my seventh year and unjustly pining for him. There, he met many connections and was scouted by his old teammate, Oliver Wood with Puddlemere United. He joined the team. He became friendly with his teammates. He became particularly friendly with one of the beaters, Violetta Wenlock. She was famous. She is famous. She is one of the first and few female beaters to play in a quidditch league. Also, she's dated Harry Potter for roughly three years, which can get just about anyone in the books.
I could never pin exactly what happened, since I thought everything between Harry and I was holly-jolly, aside from the fact that we weren't exactly together. I assumed (and made an ass out of you and me) that Harry just wanted to wait for me to be done with Hogwarts so the two of us could be a proper couple. But only a few months after my first term back at school started and the new quidditch season began, I was reading in Witch Weekly about 'Harry Potter's new and improved Ginny Weasley'. I couldn't believe that Harry had almost instantly replaced me with a blonde, skinny, fake bitch. But when I called Hermione she told me that it was true. For my remaining months at Hogwarts I continued to pine for Harry against my will, and read about his blossoming relationship with Violetta. Of course, she had begun joining our family dinner's with Harry back at the Burrow and I couldn't stand that she was with everyone, seemingly filling my place. But the worst of it is, when I finally met her, we clicked. We were fast friends even though I hated every minute of being in her presence. I loved to hate her. And two years later, here she is. Still dating the man that I'm still in love with and she's somehow still sausaged into my flat after getting completely arseholed with my mates and I.
I was suddenly pushed back into reality when Hermione slammed me down onto my bed. She was straddling me. I was stuck. "You lesbian, get off of me!"
"I'm not a lesbian! I'm your best friend and you have a problem. This is my knackered version of an intervention. Now. Tell me what you're going to do about Harry. This has gone on for too long. I cannot watch you suffer!"
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "I'm not suffering. I'm fine. Please let me up so I can shower before we go. Mum will never forgive me if I show up to dinner smelling like this."
"No. No. Oh, and NO! We're talking about this. I'm engaged and I want to be all cheery-cheery but it's proving to be impossible when I have to watch you mope around all the time."
"Hermione this is very out of character. I think you may still be slightly juiced up."
"It is out of character, yes. And I wouldn't be surprised if I was still slightly juiced up. But like I said, we're talking about this. I cannot watch you suffer!"
"Like I said, I'm not suffering. Now go on and be a cheery engaged woman and get the hell off of me!" I forced a laugh. Of course I was suffering. I mean come on; I could not seem to stop thinking about a man who had been dating someone else for three years. A man who didn't think about me in the slightest way anymore. But I covered it up. I had been covering it up for three bloody years!
"You think you're covering it up." Said Hermione, reading my mind once again. "But you're not. You suck. You love Harry. But the thing you don't know is that Harry loves you."
"Would you shut it? Vi is in the next room. Harry loves her. She loves him. They are happy. Just like you and Ron."
"But Gin, how can't you see it? Harry still loves you. I am his best friend. I am your best friend. I can see how miserable the two of you are and you are a pair of fools for thinking that I don't know why."
I sat up and threw Hermione off me. She crossed her legs and stared at me. "How can't I see it?" I began, failing at an attempt to hold back my tears. "How can't I see it? What a foolish question. You really want to know? It might come as a shock to you but he is dating someone else. "
Hermione just stared at me.
"He is dating someone else." I repeated, so she would get the idea through her head. I looked down at the palms of my hands and wondered how I had let him gain so much power of me. Even the thought of him made me vulnerable, which I had never been before. I let out a heavy sob and tears started streaming down my face, last nights mascara running everywhere. "He is not miserable."
Hermione leaned her head on my shoulder and I leaned my head on hers. "Shhhh," she said, in her calming best friend tone. "It'll all work out. I promise, it will. Lets just get ready to go."
A/N: Well that was fun! I hope you guys liked it. PLEASE REVIEW! I love reviews. Let me know what you think should happen, and I may consider adding it in, since I am pretty much writing this as I go. Do you think Harry will ditch Violetta Wenlock? Will Ginny move on? Will Ron and Hermione make it through their engagement? MORE REVIEWS = MORE UPDATES. Love love love.