Author's note: Hmmm, no sense at all, bad grammar, probably OOCness, but I couldn't resist. I just love them!
Disclaimer: Everything is JKR's.
- You aren't really going out like that, are you?
Ginny didn't even looked at her boyfriend as she kept looking for her bag.
- Like what? Are you sure you haven't seen it? It must be here somewhere…
- Maybe in the same place were you dropped it, who knows? And you can't be serious! That isn't a skirt, that is a belt!
- Oh, I give up; I'll just take my green one. What were you saying 'bout my skirt?
- It's too short!
- No, it isn't. I borrowed it from Hermione! How can it be too short?
Harry's indignation finally reached his limbs' nerves, making him walk towards the closet.
- Here. Dress this instead.
- Harry. I. Am. Not. Dressing. It.
- Why not? It's a perfectly decent skirt!
- This isn't a skirt, this is a tent! A tent made for ten people, at least!
- You're exaggerating. And, if you dare to walk out of the door wearing that, I swear I'll tell your mum.
Ginny just laughed at the empty threat. She had made a life-long assurance against that type of blackmailing when she was four. The twins would regret all their lives for testing it…
- Okay, maybe not. But I can tell Ron…
- Harry James Potter! You wouldn't!
- Do you really want to discover?
- You are… Arghhh! I hate you! – Ginny almost pulled her hair out with frustration.
- You love me.
- I do not.
- You do.
- I do not.
- You do.
- I do not!
- You do.
- I certainly do not!
- You do not.
- I do! Wait a minute, you little cheater…
- I knew it!
- Maybe I do, but right now, I dislike you very much.
- Of course.
- You're an insufferable, immature, self-centred, bossy prat.
- Yes, I am.
- And I love you.
- It's hard not to.
