Ginny Weasley sat in front of the large mirror in the girls dorm, running a brush through her hair, which now was so long that it brushed her... eh... bottom. After that, she took out some black liquid eyeliner and starting putting that on. On the bottle were the words "Cover Witch eyeliner in cat black".
After some pale pink lip gloss, Ginny smacked her lips and admired her appearance. Smiling, she sashayed out of the room and down the winding staircase leading to the Gryffindor common room.
"Hi, G-G-Ginneeee!" squeaked a small voice by the fire. She looked up, letting out a small groan, to see Neville. Ever since she and Harry had their messy breakup, Neville has been her constant companion, opening doors for Ginny and pulling out chairs. It got really annoying, especially since half the time she got hit in the head or fell on her ass.
"Hello, Neville." She said, trying her best to keep the irritation out of her voice.
"Um. Hi. So, where are you headed this morning?"
Ginny paused awkwardly to pull down her too- reveling top, lest Neville get the wrong idea. "Well, I was thinking of... um... taking a walk down in the grounds. You know, with Luna and the girls. A bit of girl time, you know."
"Oh! Ok!" Neville said brightly. "Well, if you wouldn't mind too much... perhaps I could... um, come with you? I fancy I walk myself, you see."
"Ugh. Um, Neville, well not that I wouldn't like your company, but--" Ginny stopped suddenly, her gorgeous dark eyes widening. It was just then that Harry strolled through the portrait hole, hand-and-hand with a giggling Susan Bones.
In a second, Ginny passionately grabbed Neville around the waist and pulled him towards her. Neville's eyes huge with shock, Ginny pressed her lips against his – hard.
"Why, Neville, I would LOVE you to come with me for a stroll."
And then they were out, Ginny's arm wrapped around Neville's waist, passing a startled Harry and a bemused Susan. Harry had dropped Susan's hand and looked like he had just caught McGonagall and Peeves playing footsie.
"YES! Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom. MAKING OUT!" chirped Lavender Brown loudly at the Gryffindor table during dinner.
"Ooh! Hehe, I didn't know that Neville was such a player!"
"Well, they DID go to the Yule Ball together, you know. I didn't know it was so serious though! I wonder if that's why she and Harry broke up!"
Harry stared down dismally at his untouched dinner plate, moving around some vegetables with his fork. Ginny and... NEVILLE? The fact that it was Neville she was locking lips with made the whole thing even more insulting. The lion in his stomach, the one that roared whenever his and Ginny's lips touched, whimpered like a wounded puppy dog.
"Harry, are you all right?" asked Hermione, eying her friend curiously.
"Hermione, why bother asking?" Harry scowled. "You already know the answer.""You miss Ginny."
"Oh, really? Well aren't you sharp, hm? You're like... another Professor Trelawny," he spat sarcastically. "Just with worse hair."
Ouch. Hermione didn't like that. A bit sensitive, you see. As well she should be, have you seen her lately? Ever since Viktor sent her that little break-up note... well...
"Fine then! Act all moody and take your anger out on me, the only friend you have left if you don't count SUSAN! You're not the only one who's been through a break-up, you know!" Hermione said bitterly, tears welling up in her eyes. She stood up, leaving her plate full of food, and walked quickly out of the great hall.
Harry knew he should probably go after her and apologize, so he got up as well and followed her.
"Hermione! Wait up! Hey, Hermione, hold on just a second!" Harry called. "Oh, come on Hermione, let's talk. I'm really sorry. Hermione, please? Hermi --" Harry stopped suddenly. "HERMIONE NO! DON'T DO THAT! HERMIONE!"
Hermione now had her wand out, and it was pointed at Harry. She glared at him, tears dripping down her face.
Harry fumbled through his pockets for his own wand, and held it shakily. He was a bit worried. Hermione was a great witch and could probably turn him into a pygmy puff or something. But Ginny liked pygmy puffs --
"LUDCLAXUM!" shrieked Hermione, while Harry was lost in his daydreams.
Ginny slumped into a chair that evening in the common room. Hermione was next to her, doing some knitting, with Crookshanks curled up in her lap and a small white kitten at her feet.
"So, how was your day with Neville?" Hermione asked casually.
"Well, the words awkward and horrific do come to mind."
Hermione smiled. "Why are you dating him, Ginny?"
Ginny sighed. "It's all so confusing. I saw Harry and Susan come in together and I just – snapped. I couldn't take it," she mumbled, crying now. "I can't believe he just replaced me." Tears were streaking down her cheeks fervently.
The little white cat inclined his head to look up at Ginny with it's brilliant green eyes. It walked over to her and rubbed it's head against her foot comfortingly.
Ginny picked it up and placed it on her lap and started to pet it. At this the cat purred loudly.
"Hermione, where did you get this cat?"
"Oh, I found him. Nice fellow, isn't he? I'm calling him Larry. Hey, Ginny, would you like to keep him?"
Ginny nodded. "Yeah, I would. It reminds me of... someone," she said, tracing with her finger a tiny scar on the kitten's head.
Smiling broadly for no particular reason, Hermione collected her things and went up to her dorm, shortly followed by Ginny.
Hermione sat in her bed for a long time that night, looking out her window and thinking about things. And no, she was not thinking about the fact that she had given Ginny Harry in the form of a cat. She was thinking about Viktor and that horrible letter.
She had known this would happen someday. He was so much older, so attractive, so famous. Why would he want a little girl like her anyway?
She saw Viktor everywhere. She even saw him floating outside her dorm window. Longingly, she gazed at the window where her imagination made a picture of Viktor. Oh, all the times they had shared, all the memories.
And now the imagined Viktor at her window was rapping hard on the panes and waving his arms around, mouthing the words "open the window Hermione!".
Ah. He looked dreamy.
Now the imagined Viktor was taking out his wand, mouthing "Alohamora", and opening the dorm window, letting in a cool breeze.
Hermione smiled indulgently at the imagined Viktor.
Then the imagined Viktor said, in a sexy imagined accent, "Hermione, why didn't you open the window!"
Hermione watched the imagined Viktor, and let him talk, smiling and wondering where the real Viktor was now. She let the imagined Viktor say things like, "Are you listening to me, Hermione!" and "Are you alright!".
Finally, the imagined Viktor took a small imagined box out of his pocket, placed it on her bedside table, and left through the window.
"AH!" shrieked Hermione the next morning, upon seeing a beautifully wrapped box by her bed. "HE WAS REAL!"
Snufflesella: okay there it is, my first fanfiction! i hope you found it both funny and complicated. in my next you'll hear more from harry the kitten, and it'll be hilarious. you'll hear more from ginny and watch her suffer through neville's company and watch her slowly figure out where harry disappeared to. you'll hear from ron and find out why he's REAL pissed off at harry. & youll also get to find out more about this viktor + hermione thing.
ok, so comment! ill post the next chapter after i get 10 comments. & feel free to give me ideas and what not!