Cheese Head
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK does. I'm digitally crying!
AN: Here's a cute little oneshot about Harry, Ginny, and a wheel of cheese at midnight.
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It was three o' clock in the morning when a certain freckled redheaded girl named Ginny came to a painting of fruits. She smirked as she tickled the pear. The portrait opened to reveal a beautiful kitchen.
There were houselves that greeted her as she entered. They each asked her if she wanted food. She politely declined them as she came upon a giant wheel of Gouda cheese. She licked her lips as she came upon it.
It's so beautiful! She thought as she was about to pounce on it. Instead, though, of landing on tasty cheese she landed on something solid and warm. It smelled oddly familiar, like the honeysuckle shampoo she smelled everyday.
She opened her eyes to see the emerald eyes of her love, Harry Potter.
"Why, hello beautiful." Harry said as he looked at her.
"Hi" Ginny said as she dusted off her nightgown.
"What brings you here at this time of the night wanting to eat my cheese?" Harry asked as he possessively covered his cheese.
"Your cheese? I saw it first." Ginny said as she crouched into a defensive position.
"No, I saw it first." Harry said as he moved closer to the cheese.
"I did Harry" Ginny said as she pounced on Harry.
She started to punch him every place she could reach while he tickled her in the ribcage.
She yanked his hair, he pulled her leg.
She smacked his forehead, he poked her tummy.
She bit him, he licked her hand.
While they fought they never noticed the houselves that ate their cheese whole. They stopped fighting when they saw that their precious cheese was only a speck. Then they gently held their cheese and said:
"To Cheesy, whom we loved like our own child" And with that they laid it on the table.
Wow, they sure are cheese heads.
