It a week before this stupid talent show and my friends are practically forcing me to sign up. Professor Dumbledore announced that we were going to have a singing-only talent show in two days at breakfast and everybody was buzzing about it. I personally don't get the big deal of it.
"Ginny, are you alright?" asked my all-too-sweet boyfriend Harry Potter.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't want to sign up for this talent show. I can't even sing."
"Oh, yes you can, don't try to tell me that all of us on the Quidditch team can't hear you when you're in the shower,"
I blushed. "I guess from now on I have to sing in my head,"
"No and if you don't sign up I'll sign up for you," Ron said.
"Fine," I said stiffly.
Talent show sign-ups
1) Harry Potter
2) Hermione Granger
3) Pansy Parkinson
4) Cho Chang
5) Neville Longbottom
6) Ginny Weasley
"Are you guys happy now?"
"Yes," they chorused
"And really Harry you signed up," she said patting him on the back, "Didn't think you would," she chuckled in spite of herself.
x x x
In the Girls Dormitory
Hogwarts just made it possible to use Muggle devices on campus. I don't know how, but I'm grateful. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to find my song. Which is a lot harder than one might think.
Hermione walked over to my bed and handed me the iPod she just got from her parents with songs from the 70s to now on it. And also a lot of Disney . . . whatever that is. We never had movies at my house.
"Thanks 'Mione, that CD wasn't doing me much,"
"You're welcome, Ginny, and I could see that with your look of hard concentration, it's the same one you have in History of Magic,"
I laughed and went down to the common room.
Harry was sitting in his favorite chair next to the fire. Which just happened to be facing away from me.
I snuck up on him and lightly placed my hands on his shoulders. He jumped so high I almost fell backwards.
"God, Ginny, why'd you do that?"
"Perfect chance, I couldn't throw it away," I said with a smirk on my face.
He laughed and said, "You look disturbingly like Malfoy when you do that,"
"Don't tell me that, I'll become 'Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes,"
Ron scoffed from across the Common Room, "That will never happen,"
"Ron's right, you share DNA with the twins," Harry said with a wink.
I walked around the chair and sat on his lap, gave him a peck on the lips, and pulled out Hermione's iPod to choose a song last minute.
Fifteen minutes later, almost all of the common room was empty except for Ron, Hermione, Harry, me, and a couple first and second years. Suddenly, I yelled, "I got it!"
Everybody jumped. "Jesus, Ginny, stop doing that!" yelled Ron.
"Sorry, I just found the song I'm using though,"
"Awesome, can I see?" Harry asked looking over my shoulder.
I hid the screen in my chest and said, "Nope, you will all have to wait until the end of the talent show!"
I kissed Harry goodnight and skipped up to bed content on my mischeviousness(if thats a word).