"Ginny Weasley," Harry began," will you marry me?"
It all began on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione, Harry, Ron, Luna, and Ginny, were all sitting in one compartment, eating chocolate frogs and such. All of them, but Ginny and Luna, were in their seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts.
"I have 99 Dumbledore cards," said Ron.
"I have 99 Fudge cards," exclaimed Luna.
As Ron opened his new frog and stuffed it in his mouth, he groaned. "I got Fudge... I need Dumbledore.
Luna had just also opened her frog, and groaned. "I got Dumbledore... I need Fudge."
Ron and Luna looked at each other and both shrieked, "Trade you!!" After a bit of laughter they finally swapped.
"YES, I have the whole collection now," said Ron.
"Me too!!" said Luna. Both started laughing again.
"Do you mind?" said Hermione out of nowhere," I am trying to read here." She held up her copy of 'Hogwarts A History'.
"Mione, how many times have you read that book," questioned Ron.
"26 times," she replied softly.
"What? Hermione… you really need to get out of book world and into the real world. I mean you never are seen without a book."
"Well for your information, Ronald, I happen to like reading. It is none of your business what I do."
Can you two not fight, for like five minutes? I mean if you are going to be like this in our final year… I am not hanging around you," exclaimed Harry, grumpily. He was still taking Sirius' death hard, even though it had bee over a year now.
"Harry's right," blushed Ginny.
"Sorry," replied the two.
"Well if it isn't, Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood. Oh, I see you have some unusual company. Another Weasel and Loony Lovegood," drawled a familiar cold voice from the compartment door.
A/N.—well how was it? Tell me please.
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