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.