Oh yeah, I don't Own Any Harry Potter affiliated anything that i shouldn't. But i would like to own the dude who plays Victor Krum.
A/N: Sorry, I'm just getting used to and I just fixed the chapters: reviews are much appreciated for an insecure authoress.
The Burrow, the week before school was to begin. Weasleys crowded the kitchen, a Potter and Granger speckled here and there.
" Arthur, where is the broom? Has it run away again, gosh, I don't know what is going on with the appliances this week." Soon Mrs. Weasley would find that Fred and George were jinxing the broom, sink, and chairs. Meanwhile, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were playing wizard's chess, Ron Weasley chiding each of them with, "You can do it, beat 'em, they don't stand a chance…Oh, you went and put the bishop there?"
Harry Potter, with his green eyes, ruffled black hair, and famous scar concentrated hard on his game, but still managed to lose pitifully to a learned Hermione. Really, he thought, I keep playing but I just keep losing. Huh.
A flash of red hair brushed Potter's ear, then got him full in the face. "Mpgh!", he muttered, all focus thrown off. "Oh, sorry Harry! I didn't see you there.." said a velvety soft voice. But that sounded like no Weasley boy, the only one it could possibly be was… "Ginny?" The once little red-haired rascal had become unrecognizable aside from the long flaming locks. Her green eyes were large and proud in her angelic face. Ginny was now tall, almost as tall as Harry, and slim in her muggle clothing. "Wh-wh-wh-mphhh!" The raven-haired boy could be heard stammering, then being quieted by Hermione's hand over his mouth. With a restraining look at Harry, Hermione turned towards Ginny attentively.
"Uh, Harry? I said I was sorry, did you hear me?" Ginny asked Harry. He blinked and nodded reassuringly, wishing he could actually speak. But speaking would mean that Harry was capable of intelligent activity, and he wasn't. Not if Ginny was there. She was way too beautiful for speech. "Oh, well, okay. Bye." with that she picked up her jacket, said good-bye to her parents, and went out the door.
"Where is she going? I thought we were going to have dinner," said Potter in a post Ginny daze. "Kyle. She's going to see Kyle" said Fred and George in glum unison. "Who's Kyle?" asked Harry with slight jealousy. "Oh, he's a delightful young boy that Ginny has taken a liking to. I think they're going to the movies, oh, he's her best boyfriend yet," Mrs. Weasley uttered. Now the jealousy was full on. "Her WHAT! I didn't know she had a boyfriend! Why does she have a boyfriend? Is it necessary that she have a boyfriend? Why can't I stop saying boyfriend?" Potter could not stop spewing on and on about boyfriends and how Ginny should not have one, until he got to "and really, any boy would only want her for her boo-"
"Okay Harry, that's it. You're coming with me. NOW!" Hermione grabbed her black haired friend by the arm and pulled him into the pantry. "Herm-merph-HERMIONE! What the hell!" Harry was startled into submission, though, when the girl turned around and shot him one of her angriest looks. "Harry", Hermione started, "Ginny has turned into quite the beauty, and it is really too obvious that you're taken with her, but you'd basically broken her heart without really breaking it, you know? You were her first crush, but she's over you. And now she has a life, a boyfriend, and she doesn't like you like that anymore." This really quieted Harry down. He stood in one place for several minutes, just going "huh". Not until Hermione left the pantry muttering under her breath did Potter begin to function normally again.
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