You could've jumped up and down on my bed, and I wouldn't get annoyed. I was too sad for that.

I was technically doing nothing by my parents' standards. Staring up at my ceiling; hugging that damnable thing. Blackness surrounded me; the only glow that came in was from under the door, the telly, and my laptop computer.

I sighed miserably; I threw the ball of fluff at my ceiling, enjoying its soft thud, thud, against the popcorn ceiling.

Ouch!

Damnit, plaster got into my eye. I rubbed and rubbed until I thought my eye went raw. Hurt like Merlin it did. I glared with one eye at the fluffy piece of--

Brrriing! Brrriing!

Damn phone, who calls at 2:30 in the afternoon. Well, any normal person I guess...

"Yes?" I said into the mouth piece. "Who is this?"

"Hermione? It's me!"A familiar voice shouted from the other end.

"Me who?" I grumbled, playing with the fluff ball's legs. I pressed its chest, and felt ten beats of thump, thump.

"Ginny!" The voice muttered.

"Oh! Gin! How'd you get a phone?" I demanded, who cares how she got a phone! How in the bloody hell did she get my number!? I groaned and fell back on my bed, hugging the fluff.

"Were you talking to someone else, 'Mione?" My best friend asked, I summoned up something that sounded like no.

It's staring at me... Argh! Stop it! You're not as cute-- Okay, maybe you are, but it doesn't mean that you can't just sit there and-- Oh, no you don't! Puppy dog eyes don't work on me!

"It's staring at me, Ginny." I muttered suddenly, in the middle of Ginny's question.

"Um, sorry to be rude, Hermione... But exactly, *what* is staring at you?" My best friend asked.

"It." I murmured seething.

"Oh, from him?"

"No, from the Easter bunny."

"Ha-ha. I'm serious, it?"

"Of course, but it's just been staring at me!" I replied indignantly. I stomped my foot like a bratty four year old.

I wasn't exactly fond of the fluff, but I loved it at the same time. I had been hugging and loving it, but at the same time; I hated every second of it.

We have a bittersweet relationship. Weird, I know.

I still love it, but I hate it at the same time.

"Ginny? Do you think anyone will like me as a girl, and not as a friend?" I asked, suddenly again. I picked up the ball of pure and sweet fluff. Its white fur stood out in the blackness, I caressed my fingers over his back and onto his tail. I pressed his chest, feeling and listening for the familiar thump, thump. I sighed, kissing its nose and hugging it.

"I miss him." I murmured into the fur, I restrained my tears and sighed.

"Of course, have you looked in the mirror?"

"I'm not that pretty." I retorted.

"Yuh-uh."

"No."

"You're prettier than Parkinson." Okay, that cheered me up just a bit. But only just a bit.

I glanced down, I still loved it. But you know, he said we might get back together. I could still love this fluff head.

I picked up the dog and hugged it softly, kissing his forehead.

"I love you Sir Valentine." Yes, I think I had lost my mind.

I said I love you to a stuffed dog from Build-A-Bear. Red, pink, and white in fact. The red and pink were in heart patterns on his fur.

I loved him a lot. I still love Draco too.