a/n: okay, this story is supposed to be kinda funny. claire is a bit of a mary sue, I know, she is supposed to be. also, this story (taking place in Harry last year at hogwarts) doesnt really follow the real plot, so if you want to flame me about that, dont. just pretend voldemort isnt back, and everything is hunky dorey. pretty OOC.
"Hey, Ginny, wait up!!" Claire Pollinci, a sixth year ravenclaw beauty called across the hall. Ginny sighed, rolled her eyes, and stopped. "what is it?" she asked. "well, I know we have double transfiguration later, and I have to, er, write a letter to my mom- she's sick. really sick. its awful, they have her on potions every half of an hour on the half of an hour. she cant even talk, she can mumble, but its just nonsense, they think-" "look claire, i will NOT cover for you, not with McGonagal. she bite my head off." Ginny said firmly. "I have to get to lunch" and with that, she stormed off. without even looking over her shoulder, she knew that claire was pouting. "I bet her mother IS sick, too. Claire NEVER lies." she thought. she pushed open the doors to the great hall and sat down next to Hermione. " hello, Ginny!" said Hermione brightly. where have you been?" "I was detained by her royal perfection, Claire." at the sound of Claire's name, Harry, who was also sitting with them, got a strange look in his eyes. "such beautiful eyes," thought Ginny. "Ginny, are you even listening?" The red head was brought back to reality. "what?" she asked, slightly embarressed. "I was just aksing," said Hermione, smiling descreetly, "what she wanted this time?" "oh, she wanted me to cover for her in transfiguration." Ginny made a face. "you said yes, right?" Harry immeadietly asked. "of course not!" exclaimed Ginny. "she needs to come to class, she can write her mother later!" "She would have covered for you," he said simply, and walked out of the great hall. "oh, boy." said Hermione "looks like someone has feelings for a certin claire.." "yeah," chuckled Ginny. on the inside, however, her thoughts were slightly differant. "stupid bitch. stay away from Harry, he's mine!!"
Ginny left the great hall confused. "I like Harry alot, I do, but hes being so stupid over this thing with Claire. he doesnt really like her, theyre totally wrong for each other!! I thought he was kind of starting to like me, when boom! he meets Claire. AARGH!" she came into the common room, now less confused, and a little more pissed. "I'll talk to him," she resolved aloud. "talk to who?" asked Neville, coming practically out of nowhere. "about what?" "oh! Neville, i didnt see you, i was just talking to myself, its nothing, really... I just thought about talking to proffessor Snape about the grade he gave me on my paper on veriteserum... thats all" "Oh, for a second I was worried that you meant-" Neville cut off, looking embarred. "meant what?" thought Ginny. "that i was talking about a boy? you dont own me, were not even dating! I should never have gone to the yule ball with you." she just said "nope, nothing to worry about" and went up to her dormitory. flopping on the bed, she sighed. " I have to talk to Harry!" she said. "damn you, neville!!" she was very glad that the chubby boy couldnt hear her. tip toeing down the stairs, she checked to see that neville was there. she was just in time to see him go throught the portait-hole. "good" she thought. then she snuck up to the boys dormitories. " crap. which bed it his?" although in a moment it became obvious, one bed had pictures of Claire, all of them smiling and waving, and looking alltogether stupid with her long aubern hair, pretty violet eyes, outlined neatly with just the right amount of makeup, her full red lips slightly parted, revealing perfect, straight white teeth. the desire to smash all the pictures was difficult to overcome. Ginny noticed somrthing on Harry's bed. she looked closer. a diary! she grabbed it, and sprinted out of the boy's dormitories. she stashed it in her cauldron, up in her room, and went down to transfiguration.
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"Hey, Ginny, wait up!!" Claire Pollinci, a sixth year ravenclaw beauty called across the hall. Ginny sighed, rolled her eyes, and stopped. "what is it?" she asked. "well, I know we have double transfiguration later, and I have to, er, write a letter to my mom- she's sick. really sick. its awful, they have her on potions every half of an hour on the half of an hour. she cant even talk, she can mumble, but its just nonsense, they think-" "look claire, i will NOT cover for you, not with McGonagal. she bite my head off." Ginny said firmly. "I have to get to lunch" and with that, she stormed off. without even looking over her shoulder, she knew that claire was pouting. "I bet her mother IS sick, too. Claire NEVER lies." she thought. she pushed open the doors to the great hall and sat down next to Hermione. " hello, Ginny!" said Hermione brightly. where have you been?" "I was detained by her royal perfection, Claire." at the sound of Claire's name, Harry, who was also sitting with them, got a strange look in his eyes. "such beautiful eyes," thought Ginny. "Ginny, are you even listening?" The red head was brought back to reality. "what?" she asked, slightly embarressed. "I was just aksing," said Hermione, smiling descreetly, "what she wanted this time?" "oh, she wanted me to cover for her in transfiguration." Ginny made a face. "you said yes, right?" Harry immeadietly asked. "of course not!" exclaimed Ginny. "she needs to come to class, she can write her mother later!" "She would have covered for you," he said simply, and walked out of the great hall. "oh, boy." said Hermione "looks like someone has feelings for a certin claire.." "yeah," chuckled Ginny. on the inside, however, her thoughts were slightly differant. "stupid bitch. stay away from Harry, he's mine!!"
Ginny left the great hall confused. "I like Harry alot, I do, but hes being so stupid over this thing with Claire. he doesnt really like her, theyre totally wrong for each other!! I thought he was kind of starting to like me, when boom! he meets Claire. AARGH!" she came into the common room, now less confused, and a little more pissed. "I'll talk to him," she resolved aloud. "talk to who?" asked Neville, coming practically out of nowhere. "about what?" "oh! Neville, i didnt see you, i was just talking to myself, its nothing, really... I just thought about talking to proffessor Snape about the grade he gave me on my paper on veriteserum... thats all" "Oh, for a second I was worried that you meant-" Neville cut off, looking embarred. "meant what?" thought Ginny. "that i was talking about a boy? you dont own me, were not even dating! I should never have gone to the yule ball with you." she just said "nope, nothing to worry about" and went up to her dormitory. flopping on the bed, she sighed. " I have to talk to Harry!" she said. "damn you, neville!!" she was very glad that the chubby boy couldnt hear her. tip toeing down the stairs, she checked to see that neville was there. she was just in time to see him go throught the portait-hole. "good" she thought. then she snuck up to the boys dormitories. " crap. which bed it his?" although in a moment it became obvious, one bed had pictures of Claire, all of them smiling and waving, and looking alltogether stupid with her long aubern hair, pretty violet eyes, outlined neatly with just the right amount of makeup, her full red lips slightly parted, revealing perfect, straight white teeth. the desire to smash all the pictures was difficult to overcome. Ginny noticed somrthing on Harry's bed. she looked closer. a diary! she grabbed it, and sprinted out of the boy's dormitories. she stashed it in her cauldron, up in her room, and went down to transfiguration.
a/n:like it so far? reveiw, reveiw, reveiw. you reveiw mine, I reveiw yours. deal.ummmm thats all!