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It was killing me. Here I was in the library looking for the book I needed to write my transfiguration essay about, and who else would I stumble on but Dean Thomas and Ginny.
Ginny was positioned so that she was sitting on the table and dean was standing in between her legs which had wrapped themselves around Dean's thighs.
Dean seemed to be enjoying himself, it was evident in the proud smirk on Dean's face as he was deepening their kiss. Harry saw as Dean's right hand move from Ginny's glossy red hair to her waist where his left hand was. Harry also watched as both of Dean's hands slid down to Ginny's waist.
Harry was officially ticked off. Dean had his hands all over Ginny and there was nothing Harry could do about it because Dean was Ginny's boyfriend. The worst part was that Ginny hadn't pushed Dean off and yelled at him, accompanied by a particularly nasty bat bogey hex for kissing her like that. In fact when they broke apart ginny was grinning just like Dean.
Harry wanted to find the nearest bathroom and vomit. This was worse than the time Ron and Harry discovered Ginny and Dean kissing because Harry knew he liked Ginny this time, last time he hadn't.
Harry was thinking of the most painful hex he knew that he could within the law put on Dean Thomas when he heard a vivid voice from behind him, "jealous?" Hermione's voice said as she stepped closer to Harry, also into the light of the nearest lamps.
"Is it that obvious?" Harry replied back with a question.
"No." Hermione assured him. "Not to Ron anyway."
Harry breathed. A sigh of relief. Ron didn't know Harry had a major crush on his little sister. Harry wanted to keep it that way. Now if Ginny would just stop kissing Dean and start kissing him the world would perfect.
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