insert incredibly witty disclaimer here
Morning, Sunshine!!
Knock, Knock.
There it was, that incessant banging on her bedroom door. You'd think the cause of the noise would've realised after the first few minutes that nobody was going to respond in the near future and left to have a little breakfast. Not that Ginny could really blame them for not doing so, knocking forever on a piece of wood sounded (and smelled) considerably more pleasant than digesting whatever muck Hermione was concocting in the kitchen. Ginny would've blamed the terrible cooking on Hermione's weird cravings and hormones due to pregnancy, but as she'd been living with Hermione for almost two years, she could honestly say the only time Hermione had participated in making dinner, and it had been edible, was when all Hermione had to do was pay the delivery boy and open the box. No joke.
Knock, Knock,
However, Ginny really didn't care about any of that at the moment.
Knock, Knock.
Pulling her duvet over the top of her head Ginny had determined one thing. The person (and because of the fact that they were 1) here at 7:00am in the morning and 2) still knocking on the door just like they had been for the last twenty minutes, Ginny had a pretty clear idea of who it was) was not going to go away.
Knock, Knock.
'Please, God, make it stop" she moaned, not entirely sure if it was said out loud or just mentally.
…… … …
'Thank-you' said Ginny, definitely in her head this time, looking up to the sky 'and about all that shouting I did at work yesterday…they cut me off.'
It would have occurred to Ginny that talking to somebody else inside her own head was a little flawed and problematic. One reason was that nobody could hear her; even God might have trouble hearing unsaid comments. Another, slightly more pressing problem, was that it meant she was probably insane.
Knock, Knock sounded again, this time accompanied with an irritated "Oi, Ginny!"
Ginny raised her head slightly so that she could see the door. Or would have been able to, if she opened her eyes, which happened to be firmly shut tight.
"Ginny…get up, GINNY" The person at the door shouted again, definitely annoyed now. Ginny couldn't take anymore.
She drew a deep breath and began to shout;
"Ron, I am telling you this, not because I care about you but because it is too early in the day to start cursing people. You can't tell, but I am glaring at you through the door in a desperate hint for you to GO AWAY, I'm surprised that the door hasn't begun to smoke. Then again, I shouldn't be too surprised because I am glaring through my eyelids, as my eyes are closed. Why? Well it might have something to do with the fact that I am so TIRED because I was up until gone midnight trying to find anybody looking for a new roommate, because YOU can't possibly wait any longer and have to move in, despite the fact that then means I have to move out TONIGHT and still have NOWHERE to go, I could so easily freak out right now, but at the moment I am too tired. You see, shortly after I had given up searching and gone to bed, I was woken up by this horrendously LOUD snoring coming from, yes, YOU! And lets not forget that after the grand total of 3 hours sleep I was woken up a little over an hour ago, by the lovely sounds of Hermione's morning sickness hitting the toilet basin. Now, let me think, whose fault is it that she is pregnant, hmmm? Oh that's right, YOU! So I am warning you now Ronald, if you don't turn around and walk away right this second, I won't have to worry about a place to stay, because I will be spending the rest of my days in Azkaban. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
She didn't hear a reply: only the sound of footsteps.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ginny put down her wand and rolled over, drawing her duvet back up around her again. Everything was okay in the world…for about two minutes.
"Ginny" Hermione came bustling in to her room, in a very business-like manner, carrying a bowl of what appeared to be unpalatable shlopp. Indeed upon further examination, Ginny concurred that it really was unpalatable shlopp. "Ronald said you snapped at him."
She placed the bowl of shlopp on Ginny's bedside table, who groaned as the revolting smell hit her poor, innocent nostrils full pelt. Hermione was oblivious, as she always was when her cooking was concerned.
"Get out" said Ginny faintly, resisting the urge to vomit.
"I don't really blame you. He can be really frustrating sometimes can't he? At times I just want to leave for a while, just to be away from him…"
Ginny knew Hermione loved her brother too much to actually mean this so she took another attempt at asking Hermione to go.
"Speaking of getting away from aggravating individuals Hermione, do you mind leaving?"
Hermione either didn't hear, or chose not to.
"I'm going to open your windows, get some fresh air and light into the room." Hermione notified her, not noticing Ginny edging further and further away from her bowl of shlopp, until she practically falling off the bed.
"Get out" Ginny repeated as the cool winter air chilled her and the blinding sunlight made her wince and close he eyes again.
"Here, have something to eat" Hermione told her "Lord knows you've got a busy day of packing and moving, where did you say you were going to stay? And I was thinking you could just give me the next few moths rent today, so I don't have to keep…"
Ginny drowned the rest out, not because she was furious that she would having to be paying rent for a few months despite the fact that she wouldn't be living there, but because Hermione was shoving the disgusting shlopp right under her nose.
"GET OUT" she screamed, placing a pillow right over her face to try and bock out the stink.
"Fine" declared Hermione huffily "I can tell when I am not wanted."
Fortunately she was out of the room before Ginny had picked up the bowl of shlopp and consequently didn't see it be thrown right out the window.
Ginny fell back onto her bed in a mood. Glaring at her ceiling and pummelling her pillow to try and dissipate her anger, she barely registered the front door being opened, the "Hi, Harry, what are you doing here" from Hermione or the eloquently phrased "mm-hmm, h'lo H'ry" from Ron.
She did, however, acknowledge the knock on her bedroom door.
"Hey, Gin? You in there? Can I come in?"
Ginny laughed bitterly.
" Oh, don't worry about bothering me, nobody else does."
Needles to say, she had been hoping for a little bit of pity, or at least a 'yeah, they're both gits,' so she felt his "oh, ok then" to be both rude and inadequate.
She was even more annoyed however, when he just walked straight into her bedroom and plonked himself down on the edge of her bed, smiling at her cheerfully.
Ginny took a deep measured breath before stating calmly,
"Potter. I know you saved the entire magical world. Saved my life a number of times, and you bought me that gorgeous scarf for my birthday last month…but if you don't give me a good excuse as to why you're in my bedroom, my only sanctuary in this flat of weirdness and pregnant ladies, which has already been invaded this morning by moronic brothers and aforementioned pregnant ladies and indigestible shlopp, so it isn't really a sanctuary at all, then I swear to LUCIFER that you will never walk out of this room again."
Harry raised his eyebrows. Unfortunately for Ginny, he wasn't intimidated by the youngest weasley's death threats. Defeating the dark lord did that to you.
"Shlopp?" he questioned, "would that be the same shlopp that landed on my car as I was driving up to your building?"
Ginny didn't look the slightest bit abashed as she replied "Oh, quite possibly."
Harry smirked.
"Anyway, to answer your…ah…demand, I believe I can help you with the whole moving out fiasco."
Ginny sat up immediately looking interested. She saw Harry look her up and down quickly before averting his gaze slightly and Ginny became acutely aware that she was still in her jimjams, which to be fair was probably true for most of Britain considering it wasn't even 7:30 in the morning.
"…Uh…do you mind if I get dressed and stuff first?"
"Sure, no problem" replied Harry, winking, as he began walking out the room, before doubling back and going "by the way, nice pyjamas" and walking off, grinning.
Ginny looked down to see she was wearing the joke pyjamas Gred and Forge had bought her a few years ago as a joke for Christmas. They were emerald green; almost the exact same shade as Harry's eyes, with lightening bolts and snitches on them.
"Frick!"
Ok, if you have got down to here I can safely assume you have atleast read a bit of my story I'm sure you'll agree it is not my bes work ever, however I like the idea, so i'm going to keep it up herem hopefully get some good reviews, or any reviews actually, and post up another chapter soon. I'm on my mums laptop at the moment so i can't do much because it is a useless machine that a museum dealer would probably pay good money to get his (or her) hands on.
I would aslo very much like to take this space to advertise my other new story Secrets of a Sanctimonious Slimeball as it hasn't got many reviews but I really like it. So, i hope i have sufficiently wasted your time..but not enough so that you won't review, i am pathetic and have low self esteem and therefore need reviews to make me feel better!