From the log of Hermione Granger:
8:00 AM
January Eleventh was the day that Hogwarts was flipped upside down. Not literally of course. It would take quite a strong Flippendo Charm for someone to actually do that. But still, Hogwarts has never been witness to such a scene since possibly the days of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor or Tom Riddle or something. Honestly.
So, there we were, all of us. Just sitting there in the Great Hall. And Ginny walks in. That's perfectly normal. And then Malfoy walks in behind her. That's normal too. And then Ginny starts yelling at Malfoy. This, while a little less normal, is perfectly understandable because, let's face it, Draco's a git. So, still, everything's perfectly average in Hogwarts. But then it happened. That's right. The completely unexpected and unexplained. And that description coming from a witch, is definitely nothing to scoff at.
But what exactly happened? I couldn't tell you. Oh relax, I'll tell you what I saw; I just don't know how it all came about.
So what happened, now that I've drawn it out as much as humanly possible, is this: while Ginny is yelling about what a git he is or something, Malfoy grabs her by the arms and full-on snogs her mid-scream.
I know. I'm still in shock.
But there's more: Ginny kissed him back.
I have no idea what to do. I need to shake some sense into her. She kissed DRACO MALFOY!!! Sane people don't kiss Draco Malfoy. Sane people kick Draco Malfoy. Kick, not kiss. Maybe she misread the memo. I should send her a new one.
Anyway, all of Hogwarts is reeling now. No one knows what to do. What do we do when the Ice Prince of Slytherin, the most hated and feared student of Hogwarts, kisses little Ginny Weasley, the loveable youngest Weasley child with six overgrown brothers.
. . . Although it was a little funny to see Ron's face throughout all of that. He looked like he was about to have an apoplexy. I almost fell out of my seat from laughing so hard. But then I remembered what my poor eyes were being forced to bear witness to on the other side of the Great Hall. That's right: the snog fest continued.
And suddenly, my stomach lurched from a reason that had nothing to do with amusement. Well, no, I lied. I was still laughing at Ron's expression—oh, give me a break, you would be laughing too if you saw it. But anyway, they continued to snog right up until Ron finally got a hold of that whole not breathing problem he was having and stood up and yelled, "Oi! Get your slimy tongue out of my sister's throat, Malfoy!" resulting in me actually falling off my seat for real and convulsing on the floor from hysterics. Now that I think about it, I probably should have been really embarrassed. And I think Harry was giving me this really weird look. Oh well.
And then, Ginny abruptly yanked herself out of Malfoy's grasp, blushing right down to the ends of her hair as redheads tend to do, and ran out of the hall. Malfoy then gave Ron this cold evil look as Slytherins tend to do and simply plopped himself down into his seat at the Slytherin table. Well, plopped's not really the right word since Malfoys don't plop. They dignifiedly lower themselves into their seats. But whatever.
So, after Malfoy dignifiedly lowered himself into his seat, there was silence. Pure silence. Oh fine. Not silence. This is Hogwarts after all. A few of the stupid Hufflepuffs hadn't caught on to the scene that was going on right in front of them and were still talking, so there wasn't complete silence.
But for approximately five seconds, Hogwarts was as quiet as it's ever been until Ron, bless his heart, made this strange animalistic growl of anger deep in his throat and tried to land Malfoy a fist in his beautifully formed gut. Tried, I say, because Snape, who always manages to find a way to twist every horror scene to his advantage, came swooping over Ron like an overgrown bat before Ron could cause harm to his favorite pupil. And before one could say "Mal-ferret," Ron had a detention and lost fifteen points to Gryffindor for "threatening grave injuries to a fellow student." Great prat. Snape, I mean, not Ron.
So, Harry and I had to tow Ron away from the Hall before he lost Gryffindor any more points that I had earned in Charms from knowing when Henric the Haggard invented the Jiving Spell.
And that's all I know about the situation. I swear.
To Do:
1.) Ask Professor McGonagall if it's okay if I wrote four feet more that I was supposed to on the interspecies essay.
2.) STUDY FOR N.E.W.T.'s!!!!!
3.) Knock some sense into Ginny.
