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Ginny told Ron of their plans to go to Hogsmeade Saturday morning at breakfast. Harry wanted to come.
"No, Harry. You cannot go," Hermione replied in Ginny's stead.
"Well, why not?" asked Harry, as they begun to walk out of the Great Hall. Catrin noticed, from the corner of her eye, that Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were getting up as well.
"Because. Dresses are a girl thing. You'll just get in the way," Ginny replied.
"Well, I wouldn't mind helping you change," Harry said, eyes wide, feigning innocence.
Catrin snorted. "As would the rest of the world."
"Hey, I resent that!" Ron protested, "She's my little sister!"
"You have to admit though, Ron" begun Harry, "that she has got great—."
Harry never finished his sentence, because a purplish hex whizzed past his ear, a white one passing just over his head. Hermione and Catrin spun around, wands out, as three young boys faced them with their own wands out. The crowd around them was thinning, and Dean and Seamus were dragging away poor Neville, who had been the target of one of the curses that went awry. Harry turned around slowly, Ginny holding onto his arm.
"YOU'LL BE NEXT HARRY POTTER!"
A/N: A rather short cookie. I've been wrapped up in my studies, and haven't really had time to edit the story much. I have about three of twelve pages done. Not good, but when I get the time to, I'm going to sit down, and ten pages of ball is just going to flow out of me. I know it. I just have to find time.
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