Hermione's POV
Ginny nodded miserably. "I'm sorry Hermione."
I felt my bottom drop out of my stomach, and sank into an arm chair. Ginny scrutinised me, obviously concerned.
But…when? How? WHY? He'd never shown any remote interest, she's not even that attractive, or kind, or intelligent…
And anyway, now I've seen her for the cow she is. She knows I like Ron. God knows how, but she does. She and Parvati, they're just both shallow, crush-stealing, greedy and selfish, superstitious…
Cows.
Well, maybe my vocabulary is a little limited at the moment.
But then, why is Ginny crying? I've always known she was loyal, but this….well, this takes our friendship onto a whole new level. Maybe I'll buy her a homework planner for Christmas. She must feel my pain because she too agrees that Lavender doesn't deserve someone so cute and loyal and funny-though admittedly insensitive-wait, I'm trying to think of more of Ron's good points…did I mention cute?
If only I'd taken Ginny's advice with the love potion, if only I'd crawled out of my shell of morality, then Ginny wouldn't have to break this to me, if I'd known this would happen….
"When did they get together?" I demand.
Ginny, who had supposedly bowed her head in remorse for Ron's stupid actions, straightened up and grinned wickedly, stifling giggles. "The day you, dear Hermy, let my insensitive brat of a brother go by refusing to give him the potion of lurve…."
Wait.
WHAT?
"Ron's…Ron's not with Lavender?!"
Ginny's avoiding my gaze now, examining her silver fingernails. I should throttle her, I really should.
"Maybe not today. But he might be, if you don't get a move on. Some other stupid brainiac might fall for him too, and unlike you, she'll have the guts to take matters into her own hands."
I have never been more bewildered in my life. "You were acting? Ron's single? But…but your eyes?" I ask hopelessly.
"Oh, that," Ginny says modestly. "Amazing, is it not? What a bit of onion can do?"
She's enjoying herself now, grinning smugly. "You should know that Hermione, after all, Muggles grew them first. And the house elves were only too willing to lend me an onion or too from the kitchen, especially when I said it was for a good deed. Please don't further SPEW anytime soon, Hermione….the elves are just, well, angelic. "
And with that she saunters off, in a very Fleur-like manner.
Ginerva Weasley is grossly underestimated.