Harry
I stared into her face, absorbing the full heat of the moment. The glare in her eyes told me that I'd done something wrong. I wasn't quite sure what it was yet, I would let that part catch up to me later. Right now I edged closer to her, an apology all over my face. I smiled and took her hand. "What's wrong, Ginny?" I said gently, careful not to take my eyes away from hers, not wanting to seem weakened, guilty. She just glared. And glared. And glared.
"You should know what you've done. You should be able to figure that out for yourself." She said it sharply; every word felt like needles all over me. What could I have done to make that hurt and anger flash in Ginny's eyes? I don't know what was on my face, but Ginny's expression was still fierce. What had I done? Little did I know, I would find out soon enough.
Ginny
That idiot honestly doesn't know what he did. Hermione had been crying in the bathroom for almost an hour before I came to confront Harry. What kind of vile beast says words so awful to one of his closest friends and then forgets! Unless Harry had a serious excuse, (like what, exactly? What could make someone do that?) he was in extremely hot water with me until he made things right again. That thought left me wondering how he was going to do that.
Hermione
I felt hot tears burning in my eyes again. At least this time they were silent; before, I was sobbing loudly for almost an hour. Harry couldn't have been himself when he said that, I told myself with false reassurance. Yes, he must have had been Imperiused. The Harry she knew and loved would never call her that. She knew him better than that, he had been her friend since their very first year at Hogwarts. Never had he called anyone that before… Now anger bubbled up inside her at the terrible person who did this to Harry. He wasn't a puppet.
Ron
Who would do that? Seriously, who would call someone as sweet and pretty as Hermione something so awful and mean? Harry Potter wouldn't, that's all I can say. Harry wouldn't do that. At least not the Harry I knew. No, someone did this to him. If someone Imperiused him, I'll find them and rip their scrawny, disgusting head off. I felt seriously irate at the git who did that to Harry.
The Git Who Did That To Harry
I was laughing so hard. Those idiots would never figure out that it was I who was masquerading as Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived! Polyjuice Potion was out of all discussion, right? NO. Absolutely not! Polyjuice Potion was my method and I was going to keep on using it. I would put a Memory Modification spell on Harry after the fact, but before that, when I locked him in a broom closet, I had free reign over his body. Finally, the achievement I had dreamed about ever since I had first come to Hogwarts: ruining that boy's life. Now I had my chance.