Dear Harry Potter,
I hate you.
I hate you!
I HATE YOU.
You sneaky little Gryffindor with that head of tousled raven hair, I hate you so much.
You may be wondering why I'm so angry with you but think once more and you'll remember. You're so damn lucky that I'm in a kind mood today and I'm not sending you a Howler instead of this nicely written letter that you can read in the privacy of your flat.
Imagine how much your room-mates would have made fun of you if I'd actually sent the Howler. Ronald and Dean aren't the type to let things go, you know.
Why would you do this? Why Harry? Why?
Ughhh. You make me so angry. I've never felt this angry at anyone and all I want to do is poke my wand into your green eye-balls. Yes, I'm somewhat sadistic but that's what happens when a girl's boyfriend acts like a moron.
I thought you'd changed over the year and wouldn't revert back to your ferret ways.
I guess I was wrong.
Oh and if you want to be forgiven, meet me near that cozy little cafe in Diagon Alley at 01:30 PM this afternoon, with whatever items necessary to get back in my good books.
Love,
Ginny Weasley.
P.S: Mum's invited you to dinner at the Burrow tomorrow might.
Oh and I don't actually hate you Harry.
Just another random drabble. Hope you like it. Please review!
