A/N—Yes, this is a pointless story. Yes, I'm writing it at my internship/slavery because I'm just that bored. Or I just might be high right now. Who knows?

The Cliché Love Story

The funeral of he-who-must-not-be-named-because-it'd-spoil-book-six-like-some-authors-already-did-in-their-summaries was tragic indeed. Harry struggled to keep his emotions under control, and he now realized he was left with only one choice now. He had to do this alone. He looked over at Ginny, who in her weak position looked so lovable. However, he also understood that in order to add plot depth, he had to act like an angsty teenager suffering beyond words and do a noble thing that would contradict future actions.

"Harry, when I felt like I was going to die…I only had one regret. That I wouldn't be saying good-bye to the only person that was always there. You, Harry Potter." Harry had no freaking idea what she was referring to since when the Hell was he ever there for her before, but it didn't matter at the time.

"Ginny, I promise you I will always be there. As a friend."

"Just a friend, Harry Potter?"

"It's all I have to give." She felt a tear slide down her cheek.

"Why are you talking like Spider-Man?" She realized her mistake instantly when she realized that she had revealed the fact thatthe author was shamelessly ripping off works besides Harry Potter in his fanfiction that he wanted to finish before work ended in ten minutes. How else was the author going to make it through the day? Both characters pretended they didn't hear her previous statement. "It's because of something incredibly noble isn't it?" Obviously.

"How do you think I'd feel if…you were lying in that casket over there and I was responsible for your death?" 'I think the more important thing is how the I'd feel for getting killed,' Ginny thought. It was okay, though, since that part was left out of Book Six.

"You know, I always liked you but you were always beyond my reach. Hermione said to move on with my life…" 'That Bitch!' Harry thought to himself. 'How dare she stop Ginny from crying over me?' "To date other people…and maybe you'd notice me more." 'And because of puberty,' Harry thought, but that's a story for a different time.

"It's hard to believe…if I had asked you earlier, we would have days, months, maybe even years…" She just sadly looked at the ground.

"Will you be okay?"

"It's a dangerous mission, and I'll probably get killed. But if I find Snape, all the luckier for me…and all the worse for him. After all, I really owned him in Book 6 didn't I?" It was a well known fact that Snape was both wasted and being chased by a Hippogriff while owning Harry Potter by randomly flicking his wand.

"I guess it's good-bye then, Harry. In all this short time knowing you, I really did love you."

"I love you too, too much to let you go on this journey with me." Out of the blue, Ron and Hermione appeared. Hermione had been crying on his shoulder, but it was just JK Rowling's way of VERY SUBTLY hinting at us that Ron and Hermione just might like each other.

"We're going with you, no matter what you say or how you try to stop—"

"What I said to Ginny doesn't apply to you two. Being the same age as me, your lives are just as pointless as mine so we can go together to hunt down the most powerful dark wizard that has probably ever existed. Since we're almost adults now, I'm sure we can take him down with the power of the heart." With that, the three heroes (who by all means should be dead before book seven even starts) walked back into Hogwarts. Harry was just happy that he could see another day. As for Ginny, she looked sadly on as he walked away.

"Go get 'em, Tiger."