Who's Sarah?
A/N this is silly, so you can just read this, then act like it never happened…
Oh, and I own nothing.
"Harry James Potter! I demand you tell me who Sarah is. NOW!" Ginny screamed at me, walking forwards with an expression that rivalled an angry Ron, or maybe Mrs Weasley… I have my back pressed against the wall. I look to Ron for help.
"Look, Gin. It's not what you think it is-" Ron started but Hermione interrupted,
"Oh so you knew about Harry cheating on Ginny. And you think it's okay? That's your sister you bastard! You are always yelling at Harry to treat her right. Hypocrite!" Hermione's voice was shrill.
Ron's ears and face were turning red, "No," he said, as calmly as possible, "you two have got the wrong impression…" I'm in some deep shit. "If we just all calm down, and talk about this like civilised human beings." Ron said, looking worriedly between Ginny and Hermione.
"Go on then. Tell us!" demanded Ginny. I rubbed the back of my neck,
"Well, here's how it started…"
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"Ron, the other day, me and Ginny were snogging and then she started to-"
"Woah!" Ron interrupted, looking truly horrified, "I know I said it was okay, but she's still my little sister, mate."
I nod, "Okay. It's weird not being able to talk to you about…that stuff. Where do I get advice? And, no, I am not asking George." I chance a look at Ron, he seems to be concentrating hard on something, "How about, instead of saying Ginny when, you know… we say…Sarah!"
I raise an eyebrow, "Sarah."
"Sarah."
I sigh, "okay, Sarah it is."
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"And, well...it kinda stuck..."
Ginny looked very awkward, her mouth was open and she was looking between me and Ron.
"Oh…" she said, "Sorry, I just…" for the first time, in what must be years, Ginevra Weasley was speechless.
"Come on." I say, beginning to walk away when I hear…
"You called me hypocrite, in a sentence where you swore, and you call me the hypocrite."
"Ron, leave it."