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Ginny attempts to seduce Harry with Hermione's help, but with the way Ginny's family treats her she knows that this is completely out of the question.
CHAPTER 1: The Deal
Ginny's Point of View
My name is Ginny Weasley and I'm fifteen years old. Therefore I'm still a baby. The love of my life is sixteen years old. Therefore he's mature enough to do as he pleases but more importantly, he is way too old for me. Well that's what everyone thinks. I think I'm old enough to at least be able to date.
I know I'm old enough to love. I can make decisions for myself. I don't need my parents fussing over me or telling me what to do all the time.
I used to be able to deal with my family with the help of my ex-best friend, Hermione Granger. She would always help me forget my misery. We would always have fun together. But that's in the past now.
At the moment the entire Weasley family (except Percy) and Harry and Hermione are getting ready to take a family portrait. Colin Creevey is on his way over. He's our photographer.
While everyone laughs and catches up on what's been going on in each other lives I'm staring at Hermione. I will shamefully admit that I am jealous of her beyond words. Hermione is wearing a black, low-cut halter dress. The dress is cut deep in the chest area and shows just enough cleavage for it to not be trashy. She looks very mature. Her hair is straightened and she grew it out so it's waist length now. She's sitting in between Harry and Ron on the magically enlarged sofa. She gets to sit with them while I'm being forced to sit in between mum and dad at the far end.
Do you want to know what I'm wearing? I'm sure you don't, but I'm going to tell you any way. I am wearing a frilly pink dress that comes down past my knees. It is horridly covered with rose designs. My breasts are way too large and I look like I tried to stuff balloons down my dress. My plain, red hair has been put into pigtails. Mum cut it yesterday like she does every Tuesday.
"Long hair makes you look way older than you are. I will not have my daughter flaunting about like some scarlet woman," mum says every week, just before she flicks her wand and has my long locks fall to the floor.
But when Hermione decided to let her hair grow long it was, "Oh, Hermione your hair looks wonderful. You look so radiant. You are just becoming such a beautiful young woman. You're going to be breaking hearts soon, you are," that came from mum's mouth.
I bet you're wondering why I'm not sitting with Hermione now. I already said why. She's my ex- best friend. But why I bet you want to know. Well let's put it this way. One day Hermione left the Burrow after a fun sleepover. We stayed up all night talking and gossiping. That was the night I confessed my love for Harry. The next week she came over and she wasn't Hermione anymore. She was Princess Hermione from then on. She didn't talk to me for two whole days. She started to hang with Ron and Harry. The first thing she said to me was, "Move it." I think I had taken a seat next to Ron or something and she wanted my seat. But that was months ago. I'm over it now.
I look past my siblings to get another glimpse at Hermione. Harry and Ron are laughing at something she just said. They're probably laughing at how ridiculous I look in this puke pink dress. Hermione crossed one leg over the other and let her foot sway back and forth. On her feet are some really nice black stilettos. I can imagine myself wearing them. I cam imagine myself walking seductively over to the love of my life.
"Ginny, dear, let mummy see your outfit one more time. Stand up."
The lustful version of me that I had been imagining just tripped over the long heels she was wearing and fallen flat on her face while Hermione, Ron, and Harry pointed and laughed.
I shook the images from my head and stood up.
"Spin," mum said.
I slowly and unenthusiastically turned around so mum can see my outfit for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, Arthur, isn't she just precious?"
"She looks very adorable today. You did such a good job on her, Molly."
They're talking about me as if I'm still three years old.
I turned to walk away from my idiotic parents.
"Where do you think you're going, little missy?" dad asked in his stupid baby voice.
"I'm going to talk to Ron, Harry, and Hermione," I said, annoyed.
"No you are not. You are going to sit right here with us," Mum said.
"Oh please, mum. I'll be back in two minutes. I'm only going to the other side of the couch."
"Oh, let her go, Molly."
"Thanks, dad." I hurried off before mum could object. It pisses me off that I have to beg just to go to the other side of the sofa while mum and dad let Ron do anything he wants.
"…Did you see her awful dress? Ron, does your mum still dress her?" I heard Hermione ask. I guess I correctly assumed that they were laughing at me earlier.
Harry stopped laughing and nudged Hermione in the arm to point out that I'm standing right here. I guess I'm invisible to Princess Hermione.
"Hey guys," I said pretending that I didn't hear Hermione talking about me. Maybe if I make conversation Harry will stop looking so uncomfortable.
Hermione turned to look at me then rolled her eyes and turned back to Harry.
Harry looked at me and said, "Hey."
I tried to hide my blush and turned to Ron.
"What?" he asked rudely.
"Nothing. So… are you guys staying over for a few days or are you leaving after the portrait is taken?" I asked Hermione.
She scoffed and didn't answer. Harry said, "We're going to stay a few days," while looking at his feet.
"Oh, okay," I said. What's with them? It's like they don't even want me around.
"Look, are you done harassing my friends?" Ron asked me.
"I was just making conversation," I replied shyly.
"Well they don't want to talk to you. Weren't you supposed to stay with mum and dad? Go away."
"I can do whatever I want. I don't have to listen to you."
"Mum! Ginny's bothering us!" Ron shouted to mum from across the couch.
"Ginny, that's enough. Come back over here," mum called. Shit.
"You have to listen to her, though," my dear brother said with that awful smirk of his. I think we should color his hair blonde while he is sleeping and send him to live with the Malfoys. He can be so mean.
I just sucked my teeth and went back to my seat between my parents.
Colin came through the door.
"Sorry I'm late. I lost track of time. Let's get this over with quickly I have to be somewhere after this."
Everyone positioned themselves for the portrait. Hermione put her arms around Harry and Ron and smiled. Harry and Ron kissed Hermione on each cheek. Hermione was portrayed as a goddess and Harry and Ron were her love slaves. I can see them out the corner of my eye. I am so envious. Not that I want my brother to be kissing me at all, but I'd pay all the galleons in the world to have Harry treat me like he treats Hermione. Or treat me like a person instead of Ron's baby sister. The least he could do is not treat me the way he does these days. We used to talk a lot, but ever since Hermione went through her transformation all he has time for is her. They're not even dating. This sucks.
"Smile, Ginny," mum said firmly while trying to maintain her own smile. I did as I was told. I always do as I'm told.
Colin took the shot and walked over to Arthur with his camera hanging safely around his neck.
Colin said, "Good evening, Mrs. Weasley," before turning to dad and saying, "I will owl you two copies of this portrait tomorrow. One will be a muggle portrait, just like you asked and the other will be normal with everyone moving, okay? No charge."
"Well that is certainly nice of you. Thank you, Colin," dad said, gratefully.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to get to a wedding. I want to be there early to get pictures of the bride before the ceremony. They are paying me a fortune, so I'd like to get some great photos in."
"Do you hear this, Molly? The boy is fifteen years old and he has a job and is earning good money too. He is definitely going to be successful when he comes of age in a few years."
"You seem like you're very content with who you are and what you want to be, Colin. That's great for you," mum said with her wide smile. I can't believe them. I'm apparently too young for a job. Merlin, this sucks.
"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I'm sorry, but I really have to be going now. Don't hesitate to owl me if you need any more portraits done."
"We won't," dad said.
When he walked away I said, "Mum can I take these clothes off now?"
"But why, dear?" mum asked.
"I don't like it and you know I hate dressing up. I'm uncomfortable."
"Oh, alright. I'll come with you. We'll pick you out something you'll be more comfortable in."
"No. I can do it myself, mum."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Can I please just go?"
"Go ahead, Ginny," Arthur said.
Do you see how they treat me? I am not a child I can dress myself. I hate this family.
I ran up the creaking steps and into my sanctuary, my refuge, my bedroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I slid down the door and let the tears fall. Why am I always the one that got picked on? Why do my parents treat me like such a baby? Why doesn't Harry love me?
I don't know why I'm wasting my time asking questions that I already know the answers to. My parents always treat me like a baby because I'm always acting like one. I'm always crying. Harry doesn't love me because I'm always acting like a baby. And I always get picked on because of mum and dad. Sometimes I really hate them. I got up and wiped my eyes.
As I'm looking through the closet all I can see is the same old clothes that I wear day after day. I picked out some shorts and pink tee shirt. Tee shirts don't make my breasts look so freakishly large.
After I finished dressing I opened up the bedroom door and walked to the top of the stairs.
"Ron, I need you to watch Ginny while we're gone," I heard mum say. Where are they going?
"Oh come on, mum, She's such a loser. I don't want to be near her."
"Ronald Weasley, she is your sister. You shouldn't talk like that. One day you'll need her for something important and she'll remember how you treated her during your childhoods."
That's right.
"That doesn't mean I have to baby sit. I'm not doing it."
"Well if you three aren't coming with us then you have to watch her. We'll be back in a few hours."
"It isn't a problem, Mrs. Weasley. I'll watch her. Harry and Ron can stay down here and do guy stuff. It'll give me and Ginny a chance to catch up. You know she doesn't speak to me anymore."
Are my ears deceiving me? Did she just tell my mother that I'm not speaking to her? It's the other way around.
"I've noticed that you two have been distant lately. Do you know why she hasn't been talking to you?"
"No. I wish I did though. I miss her so much. I never though I'd miss someone I spend so much time around."
"I'll have a talk with her. I raised her better than that. She knows it's wrong to treat someone like that. You, least of all."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley. I really do miss being friends with her, but enough of that. Go on. Go out and enjoy yourself."
"Thanks, Hermione. You're a saint. Oh, and how many times have I told you to call me Molly."
"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley--I mean Molly."
Mum chuckled and said, "Be good, kids." She apparated out of the house with a faint pop.
I walked down the steps. The room was empty except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were each sitting closely together on the floor. A bit too close, I'd say. Hermione was in the middle, of course. Always the center of attention.
"Where did everyone go?" I asked.
"Out," Ron replied flatly.
"I can see that. Where did they go?'
"Out to eat. Mum didn't feel like cooking. She said she'd bring you back something."
"Oh."
"Can you go somewhere? Go play with your dolls or something."
"I don't play with dolls anymore. I'm FIFTEEN." I wonder how many times I said that today.
Hermione went into her purse and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. She stuck one in her mouth and fished through her purse for a lighter. Harry snatched the purse from her and lit the cigarette with the tip of his wand. My eyes widened. Since when did Hermione smoke?
"Technically, you're fifteen, but mentally, you couldn't be any more immature. You act like you've never seen a cigarette before," Ron said. Of course I've seen them before. I've just never seen them in Hermione's mouth.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione said.
"No problem, love," He replied smiling at her.
Since when did Harry call Hermione 'love'? This isn't fair.
"Fine you can stay. Just don't talk to us," Ron said when I still didn't leave. I wonder what I ever did to make him hate me. We used to be so close. He was my best friend next to Hermione until she started to blossom. Guys are so stupid. They totally change when a pretty girls comes around.
Harry and Hermione kept looking at each other. She passed Ron the cigarette without looking away from Harry. The way she gave it to him made it seem like she was ordering him to take it rather than offering it to him. Ron took it nonetheless. He started to smoke it. The smoke that Hermione had been keeping in her mouth was blown into Harry's face. He didn't complain, though. Hermione pulled Harry's face to hers and they started to snog. Harry put his hand through her dress and cupped her breast. I just watched in fury. I could feel my rage seeping through my pores.
"Get off me," Hermione ordered. Harry obliged. I can't believe this.
"Come on, Ron," Hermione said while leaning into him and kissing his neck.
"No wait. Ginny has to leave."
"Fuck her," Hermione said. Fuck me? Fuck me? I can't believe she's talking about me like I'm not even here. Like I'm not even watching her. Like we were never best friends.
She pulled Ron into her and they snogged for a long time. Harry took one of the cigarettes from Hermione's purse and smoked the whole thing by himself. I watched all of this in pure horror. I couldn't believe how Hermione completely controlled them. She really was a goddess and they really were her love slaves. Ron had ripped the dress so that Hermione's breasts were completely revealed. She pushed Ron off of her and motioned for Harry to finish where Ron had left off. Harry looked over at me. I was still watching them. It's like a train wreck. I just can't look away. He didn't want to do this in front of me. I could tell.
"What are you waiting for?" Hermione asked Harry. He gestured toward me.
"Harry, I want you so bad. Please."
He looked nervously at me. Hermione smirked at me and started to kiss Harry's neck just as she had done to Ron. Harry closed his eyes and moaned. His hands found Hermione's breasts once again. Why is she doing this to me? I confided my love for Harry to her months ago. When we were still friends. She's snogging him right in front of me. It's like she hates me.
I started to cry and ran from the room. I bolted the steps and once again ran to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I tried to think of all the reasons I hated Hermione.
#1 She's a bitch
#2 she treats Harry badly
#3 she's a bitch
#4 she disrespects my mother by smoking in the house
#5 she's a bitch
#6 she makes fun of me
#7 she's a bitch
#8 she has a gorgeous figure
#9 she's a bitch!
#10 she's a bitch!!
#11 SHE'S A BITCH!!!
The list goes on and on.
I crawled into my bed and cried myself to sleep.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! I was awoken by a loud noise a few hours later.
"OH MY GOODNESS! ROOOOONNNNN! HAAARRRRRRRYYYYY!" I heard Hermione scream from upstairs. I assumed they had found their way to Ron's bedroom. I rolled my eyes and pulled my diary from under the pillow. I found a quill and ink on the floor and picked them up. I poured my soul into that diary.
Dear Diary,
I never thought I could feel so badly in my life. Today we took our family portrait. Mum said that we had to have one with Harry and Hermione in it. She said that they were family too. Hermione wore the most beautiful dress that I had ever seen. It was short and classy. I wish I could have worn something like that. Anything instead of the revolting dress mum made me wear. I swear you'd think I'm still ten if you met me for the first time today. Hermione made fun of me like she always does. Harry and Ron laughed. But Harry stopped when he saw me coming. I think he didn't want me to feel bad. Maybe that's a sign. Maybe he likes me. Maybe? Yeah, okay. The day Harry likes me will be the day mum and dad start treating me like an adult. That day will never come. Anyway, mum and the family went out to dinner tonight and I overheard Hermione saying she'd watch me until mum and dad got back from wherever they went. I don't need her to watch me. It's not like she meant it or anything. I just think she wanted mum out of the house so she could strut around like she owns the place. Can you believe that she told mum that I'm not talking to her. She's the one who hates me. She started smoking as soon as mum left. I didn't know she smoked. Harry and Ron do too. Anyway she started snogging Harry and Ron one after the other. She was half naked right in front of me. She didn't even care that I was in the room. Harry and Ron tried to tell her to wait until I left, but it didn't work out. Hermione always gets what she wants. She said 'fuck her,' referring to me. To say she's a mean girl would be an understatement. I don't know why she acts this way. She used to be nice to me. There are bazillions of things I don't know. I have no clue why Harry and Ron are sharing Hermione. SHARING her. Like they actually take turns snogging and everything. I think they're in Ron's room having sex right now. I just heard Hermione scream their names and I heard the bed thumping. Honestly, have they ever heard of Silencing charms? Whatever today was the last straw. I'm done obsessing over Harry. I'm done trying to hang out with those three. You know, I thought that if I read it on paper I could force myself to believe it, but I think I'll always be obsessing over Harry in one way or another. I just can't wait until I can go back to Hogwart's and I can do things to take my mind off of them, off of mum and dad, off of everything. It's not fair.
My Life Stinks,
Ginny Weasley
I reread my diary entry.
"Kids? Where are you?" I heard mum calling from downstairs. I heard the thumping stop. I heard feet shuffling and a countless amount of swears. I heard bare feet running down the staircase to the second level. My bedroom door bolted open and Hermione busted through it in one of Ron's long Chudley Cannon's tee shirts and a black thong that was very noticeable through the tee shirt. She flicked her wand and shut off the light. She hopped into bed with me and hissed, "Pretend to be asleep."
"No," I said coolly. I wasn't going to let her boss me around. She deserved to get caught.
"Damn it, Ginny. Just fucking do it."
I'm starting to realize that it's really impossible for Hermione to boss anyone around because when she says to do something you dare not refuse her. Did I mention how intimidating the new Hermione was? I'm telling you, she's a whole new person. I quickly shoved my diary under my pillow as I lied my head down. She pulled the covers over us and wrapped her arm around my waist. I closed my eyes. We were so close. I could feel her heart beating so fast. She's nervous. She smells like sex, yuck!
From under the covers of my bed I can sense the hallway light slowly pouring into my room as mum creaked open the door.
"Hermione is so good with her," she said before she closed the door again. I heard her footsteps walking in the direction of her room.
"Close one," Hermione said pushing my back in attempt to push me away from her. She was the one who got in my bed and wrapped her arm around me. Gods, I can't stand the person she's become.
"Get out of my bed, Hermione," I said. She's really pissing me off today.
"I don't want to be in this peice of shit bed with you anyway. You might piss on me in your sleep," She said getting up and sitting by the window.
"I do not wet the bed."
"Yes you do, you're a whiney baby. Babies wet themselves and I don't want to wake up in a pool of urine in the morning."
That bitch!
"Whatever," I said.
She pulled out a cigarette that I just noticed was sticking out of her ear. She opened the window.
"You can't smoke in here," I said.
"Says who?"
"I do. This is my room and I don't want you stinking it up."
"Shut up. What do you know?"
She lit the cigarette and took a few puffs and blew the smoke out of the window. That's it. I'm not going to let her walk all over me. This is my room and she can't talk to me like that. I jumped up and walked over to the window. I snatched the cigarette out of her mouth and flicked it out the window.
"I know you're a self conscious slut who puts people down to make yourself feel better because you know deep down inside that you're a bitch. You're using my brother. You're using Harry. You're using my family, but I will not let you use me anymore."
"You stupid little bitch. That was my last cigarette. How dare you!"
"No. How dare you? How could you do all that stuff earlier when you know how I feel about Harry? How can you come in here and disrespect my house like that? My mum and dad are nothing but nice to you and all you do is take advantage."
"What I do is my own goddamn business. I won't sit here and have a little brat who can't even dress herself lecture me about what to do with my life."
"What are you going to do about it, bitch?"
Hermione pulled out her wand, but I was too quick for her. I threw my hand back and smacked her so hard across the face that I was almost sure that every detail of my hand, down to the last finger print would be engraved in her cheek.
Hermione raised her hand to touch her face. She winced at the pain. She deserved it. How dare she talk to me like that? I'm sick and tired of her. I have to admit, though. I would do anything to have the old Hermione back. The Hermione who loved too read and learn. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to her. I decided to ask while I still have her attention.
"Hermione, what happened to you? We used to be best friends and now it's like I don't even know you anymore."
"Nothing happened. I just grew up."
"Well you act pretty immature to be grown up."
"I mean that I've matured physically and mentally. I've decided to do what I want, when I want. Nobody controls me. I follow my own rules."
"Yes, but do you have to be so nasty toward others?"
"If I act all nice, then no one will fear me. If people don't fear me, then I'll have no respect."
"I'll admit that I used to be afraid of the person you've become, but I never respected you. You're rude, and you're not a very nice person."
"Gin, sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind."
"Well that's not the way I want to live. I don't want to hurt people's feelings all the time."
"I bet you would if you knew that by acting like me you could make Harry fall in love with you. Isn't that what you want?"
"No," I said a little too quickly.
"Oh, come on. It's so obvious. You'll find any excuse to be around him. It's rather annoying, actually."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, I do. I know true love when I see it."
"How would you know? You don't love anyone but yourself."
Hermione seemed hurt by my words. Of all the things I've said to her, those were the words that she took to heart.
"That's not true."
"It isn't? That's a damn lie! Everything is Hermione this. And Hermione that. And try and act more llike Hermione. Everything is all about you. Everything always revolves around you and that's just the way you like it. Princess Hermione's throne may be way too high from the ground because you don't give a shit about all of the heads you had to step on to get to your seat. You're in love, alright. With your reflection."
"You don't know what you're talking about, so shut your mouth."
"Well, blimey Hermione. Why don't you enlighten me? Tell me when was the last time you did something nice for someone else?"
Silence.
"Nothing? Too big a question? Okay let's try something smaller. When was the last time you apologized for something?"
Silence. Hermione's face is starting to heat up.
"Still too big? When was the last time you said thank you to someone? And I don't mean one of those fake thank you's that you give my Mum and Dad. I mean when was the last time you were truly grateful for something someone did for you?"
"I...can't...remember."
She is now glaring at me as if I'm the bad on here.
"Right. So how in the hell do you know what true love is when you can't even be nice to someone else? Hmm?"
"I just do, okay? I'm in love."
"No, not okay. Love takes time to develop. The process includes you and your bloke doing nice things for each other. I do NOT mean sex. I mean you send him love letters and make him breakfast. You...you sit for hours and just talk about nothing important at all. You enjoy each other's company. You can just lay in each other's arms for hours and not say a word because, well because your love for one another just says everything for you. And those are just the first steps. Please tell me how can you say you love someone when everything you do is for yourself?"
"I'm in love with Ron," Hermione said. Her temper was no longer flaring and her expressions were softer as if just saying my brother's name just makes her a better person.
"Then why are you using him? Why do you have sex with Harry if you love Ron? You're so full of shit, Hermione."
"Look, I've already had my heart broken by Viktor. I'm not setting myself up for another fall. I don't care how much I love Ron; I refuse to let him hurt me."
"That's such a load of bollucks. Don't give me that. You can't use Viktor as an excuse. Think about what your saying. 'Viktor broke my heart so now I'm going to use two of my best friends. One of them just happens to be the love of my life and I'm using him because I just know for a fact that he'll hurt me the same exact way my ex-boyfriend did.'"
"That's not what I'm saying."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I'm saying I love your brother more than he'll ever know, but I'm afraid I'll end up giving all of my love away and I won't get any in return and then - bang - I don't have a boyfriend or a best friend anymore. So for now it's best if we just keep doing what we do."
"And what about Harry?"
"What about Harry?"
"How do you feel about him?"
"Feel?" She's looking at me as if I just asked her the difinition of a nargle.
"DO - YOU - LOVE - HIM?" How thick is she?
"Oh, heavens, no. We're friends with benefits. I guess you can call us Fuck Buddies."
"But Harry must have feelings for you."
"I don't really care."
"I can't believe you. What if he has these intense feelings for you? What if HE loves YOU? You don't even care. What if every time you and Ron get together you're hurting him more and more."
"Look he knew what the deal was when he signed up. I told him about Ron to his face when this whole thing started and I gave him his oppertunity to break things off."
"What? Well of course he's going to go along with it. I know him. If he can't have you for himself he'll grudgingly share you so that he can still have excuses to be around you."
"Well I don't feel the same way about him."
"He deserves someone so much better than you."
"Someone like you?"
"YES- well no I didn't mean me. But I would be a great girlfriend to him. Better than you, at least."
"I'm not his girlfriend. We're just friends that fuck. If you want him then go for it," she said smiling at me.
"He doesn't like me. Who would ever like me?"
Hermione got up from her perch at the window. I could still see my handprint on her cheek. She walked past me and over to the chair that sat beside my desk.
"Come here," Hermione said. When she said it she wasn't demanding or ordering me to do it. She said it as more of a request. We're making progress already. I reluctantly went over to her. She gestured for me to sit. I did. She snatched my hand mirror from the desk and showed me my reflection. Why?
"Hermione what-"
"Look," she interrupted. I don't see anything. Just me. Yuck.
"If you want Harry so badly, why don't you just go after him?"
Before I had a chance to answer her she raised a hand to silence me and said, "The girl you see in the mirror is different from the girl I see. You have the potential to get anything you want, even Harry. If you just (Hermione pulled the bows that were holding my hair in pigtails out) let loose, I bet Harry will be drooling all over you before we go back to school. Isn't that what you want?"
Who was I kidding? Of course it was what I wanted. I wanted it even more than I wanted the old Hermione.
"I can help you, Ginny. I miss being friends with you so much. I need to make it up to you. Let me help you become Harry's dream girl." Why is she being so nice to me all of a sudden? What's the catch?
"I don't know, Hermione. I mean, I'm no you. You may be a bitch, but I must admit that I will never compare to you." Why did I just compliment her?
"Ginny, you have what they call a natural beauty. This has nothing to do with looks. It's the way you carry yourself. You have to have a certain confidence. You're already beautiful. You just have to know how to use your beauty to get what you want."
"You really think Harry would fall for me?" Speaking of faling. Why am I falling for Hermione's bullshit? I mean, come on I'm not beautiful.
"I know he will. Just a few tweaks and you'll be good to go. I can show you what to do, but when the time comes everything will fall into place and you'll be the happiest couple ever. Please, Ginny. This will be so much fun." Maybe, she does believe what she's telling me. If she believes it, maybe I can believe it too. I can't believe we just had the biggest fight of the century and now we're being civil, friendly even.
"On a few conditions and I'll agree."
"Name them."
"First, you have to stop smoking in this house."
She was hesitant before she said, "Done."
"Second, you can't snog, flirt with, or have sex with Harry any more."
"Done."
"Third, you have to tell Ron how you feel about him."
"No way."
"Look, my brother is an ass, yes, but I know him well enough to have the confidence to say that he would never do anything to hurt you consciously knowing that it would. He would never deliberately break your heart."
"Ginny, the truth is I'm scared. I'm not scared that I'll get hurt. I'm scared that he won't love me back."
"You'll never know unless you tell him how you feel."
"Okay, done. Anything else?"
"Last, I want an apology. You've been hurting my feelings over the past few months and I don't appreciate it."
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm sorry that I hurt you and that I've been taking you for granted. Truce?" Hermione asked offering her hand for Ginny to shake. I smiled and shook her hand.
FROM THE AUTHOR
Wow I didn't expect that chapter to be so long. If you actually made it all the way to the end, then I know I'm doing my job. Next time I'll learn to separate these things into multiple chapter rather than one long one. Sorry about that.
Well I won't beg for reviews, but if you enjoyed ths chapter or the chapters that follow I'd like to know.
And in this epic tale you will find humor, romance, more arguments and moments that will make you want to slap a few characters in the chapters to come. With that said, follow me...
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