"We're going to Hogsmeade Saturday," Dean told me. It was a
statement not a question. That was the way he'd been lately. "We're
doing this, we're doing that, we're going there, we're going here."
"But Dean, I've got five rolls of parchment due for Charms Monday,
and I haven't even started yet," I told him. "I'll go with you to
Hogsmeade, Thomas, if you're that eager to go," I heard a voice say
behind me. "Very funny, Potter, but Ginny's my girlfriend, she'll go
with me," Dean retorted. There he went again with statements not
questions. "Dean, I already told you. I've got an essay to write!
Anyway, there's always next month," I reminded him. We
must have sat there for hours talking about the stupid trip, but
nothing doing, we were going to Hogsmeade Saturday whether I
liked it or not. "God, Ginny, why do you always have to argue? I
always agree with everything you say but you're never satisfied. We must have
been sitting here for hours, just because you wanted to be difficult,"
Dean said as though I were creating the problems in the
relationship. "Me? Whatever, Dean. Can I go now? I might as well
start on the essay if I can't work on it Saturday," I said ending the
converstion. With that I turned on my heel and stormed up the stairs.
Later, in my dorm, I thought about our converstion and the
past few converstions we've had. There was the one about whether I
would skip lunch to go to the library, whether I would study with
Harry, whether I was going to play quidditch with Seamus, Harry,
and Colin, or whether or not I was to go home for Christmas. In every single
argument, Dean seemed to win. "I can't take it anymore. I'm losing my spunk! I'm
becoming a pushover. I have to get out." With that, I rolled over and
went to sleep.
The next morning, while I waited for Dean, I contemplated on
the breakup. Should I do quick and painless, or should I draw it out,
or should just get to the point quickly and painfully? So many
decisions, so little time. I had to do it before breakfast ended
because I was NOT going to Hogsmeade. 'Why am I doing this to myself? Who
cares what Dean thinks? What happened to the old Ginny? The Ginny that could
make Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron run? It's all Dean's fault, I'm not
going to make this easy on him. Definitely quick and painful."
When the beauty queen, formerly known as Dean, finally
emerged, he took my arm and steered me towards the Great Hall.
When we reached the Gryffindor table, I took him to the side,
deciding quick and painful was definitely best. "Well, well, well, did you
get enough beauty sleep?" I asked him, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ginny,
sarcasm is not attractive on you," Dean retorted. Whoever said men were smart
was definitely smoking something. Choosing to ignore his last comment, I said,"
Dean, we need to talk." "No, Ginny, we're going to Hogsmeade today, whether you
like it or not!" Dean said. "That's it, Dean! This is not the nineteenth century!
You're not going to dictate this relationship!" I told him very forcefully. "Well,
then I guess we're through then, Miss Weasley!" Dean said, just as angrily as I had.
"No, I don't guess we're through, I know we're through!" I yelled, before pouring
my goblet of pumpkin juice on his head and dumping my scrambled eggs and
hashbrowns on his lap. With that I walked calmly out of the Great Hall, with the
laughter of the student body music to my ears.
When I returned to the Common Room, I saw Harry sitting on the sofa in
front of the fireplace. "Hello, Harry, what are you doing in the common room
instead of eating breakfast in the Great Hall?" I asked the Boy-Who-Should-Be-
Eating. After he jumped a foot in the air, he said" Oh, uh, I was kind of waiting for
you to come down." "Oh, how nice! But, I'm afraid you missed me, I've been in the
Great Hall for an hour now. It's a shame you wasted so much time, if only you'd
come down sooner, you missed quite a show," I said, very pleasantly. It's amazing
how happy you feel after you dump you're barely eaten breakfast on you're
dictating ex-boyfriend. "A show? What're you going on about, Ginny? And
shouldn't you be in Hogsmeade with Dean?" He asked me, a little darkly. " Well, if
you'd been there you'd know that there's a very angry ex-boyfriend covered in
pumpkin juice, scrambled eggs, and hashbrowns," I answered him. "Ex-boyfriend?
Does that mean you dumped, Dean?" He asked, in an excited voice, if I wasn't
mistaken. "Yes, I did," I told him, still trying to figure out the tone he'd used.
When I said that, he jumped up, grabbed me, and swung me around. Almost like I'd
just won Gryffindor the quidditch cup, which is funny because that's his job. When
he finally put me down, he said, "I'm sorry, Gin, but I was just so excited for you,
and I kind of, well, I kind of like you." "What was that last part?" I asked, enjoying
the moment I'd been dreaming about since I was ten. "I said I like you!" He
exclaimed in an amazingly loud voice. "Well, then don't you have something to ask me?
I asked him, very obviouly. "Can I borrow a quill?" He said, earning himself a kick in
the shin. "Wrong answer?" He asked, as if he didn't know. "Wrong answer." I told
him. "Well, in that case, will you go out with me, Miss Weasley?" He asked me,
finally. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose I-," I was saying before he
interupted me with the best first kiss, I'd ever had, "Could grant you one date, or
maybe more," I continued breathlessly. And we lived happily ever after, well at
least until someone better comes along.
"Hey! Why'd you write that?" My incredibly handsome boyfriend of five
years said. "Well, if someone better were to come along, we wouldn't be living
happily ever after, now would we, darling?" I explained slowly. What can I say
brains don't come with age. "But if a certain someone were to offer something
more permanet, I'd be stuck, now wouldn't I?" I hinted. "Oh, you mean something
like this?" He said, whipping out a little black, velvet box. "Oh my God! Harry!" I
screamed. If I wasn't careful, my neice was going to think something was wrong.
Getting down on one knee, my boyfriend of five years said, "Ginevra Molly Weasley,
you are the most beautiful and most special girl, I've ever met in my life. The day
we met wasn't the most romantic day, and it wasn't love at first sight, but if love
at fifty-zillionth sight was good enough for my parents, it's good enough for me. I
love you, Gin, and my life would be complete if you'd agree to be my wife, to have and
to hold, even if someone better comes along." "Oh, Harry, that was even better
than I could have ever imagined it to be. Yes! I would love to be your wife! And
nobody better could ever come along, if I have you," I answered. And we lived
happily ever after, even if someone better comes along.