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Sorry it's been so long but I quite like this chapter. The end is a bit out of character, or is it? Read and find out!
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Chapter 3- Their Destiny's are Less Confusing than Mine.
"He will see Ginny Weasely again!" Ron said coming in. He was out of breath and it was obvious he'd been crying from the redness of his eyes.
I can't believe I did that to him.
"Oh Ron...Did I make you cry?" I reached out a hand to wipe his tears away. He looked at it.
"Bloody hell 'Mione!" He said, a smile creeping onto his face. "You've got no less arrogant since leaving Hogwarts, have you...Though your a damn sight dumber."
I was outraged. "Ron! If I didn't make you cry...-" I was stumped.
"I did?" Harry said looking more confused than me. Ron just looked like he was going to have a fit.
"No! Neither of you! I thought I was the slow one! Ginny's back!"
"That's nice. She would've been in time for the wedding." I mused.
"Yeah...Shame there's no wedding..."
Ron let out an exasperated sigh. Harry and I exchanged looks.
And a little lightbulb went on somewhere in my mind.
And a few cogs ground their way through Harry's brain.
And we both screamed.
"Ginny?"
"Ginny?"
"She's..."
"...Back?"
"...I..."
"...Don't..."
"Believe"
"This."
"OhmyGod"
"OhmyGod"
"GINNY'S BACK!"
"Finally!" Ron cried out after our outburst.
And there she was.
Damnit, she was prettier than me. No wonder Harry loved her. She was all mysterious, and I was just tearstained and bossy.
Don't put yourself down Mrs. Irrationality.
Too late!
Don't cry! She only looks unbelieveably sexy in a little black dress and heaps of carefully applied make-up, and she's only making out with your fiancee!
It's a good thing Ron is her brother or else I'd be worried.
Unfortunately, Lavender isn't.
Lavender isn't what?
Related to Ron.
What's Lavender got to do with anything?
She's hugging Ron in that...thing.
Who wears a little red dress to a wedding!
It's barely there...There must be about 1cm of material on that monstrosity.
She looks gorgeous though.
Yeah.
DAMN!
Heey...She's hugging Ron...
Gods, Ron was right, you are slow today.
Ron!
Oh...don't cry again!
The others haven't even noticed.
They're kinda busy...
Euck. What do I do?
Think of something calm, and rational.
"Hiiiiiiiiiyaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgghhhh" I yelled as I charged into Lavender with a vase of flowers, and "Eeeeeppp!" Lavender squeaked (yes, squeaked) as I smashed it over her head.
"HERMIONE!" Three outraged voices cried as Lavender lay unconcious on the floor.
Whoopsie.
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-Simmy
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