Chapter 3! Sorry that my friend Pamela couldn't comment,but she'll probably comment in the next chapter. -smirks knowingly- anyways, I want to thank all my reviewers and a special shout out to kittenonabroomstick. Sorry,hon,but if you want chapters more quickly, they have to be short,but don't worry, future chapters won't be that short. It's just these because I'm introducing the characters and their "spouses". I'm so glad that you like my story and don't worry it'll be a LONG while before I end this story. I understood your message even though there were some mistakes. Lol. Where are you from?
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Chapter 3: Ron & Ginny
Moments after Pansy stormed out of the Great Hall, her very form nearly emanating steam in her fury, students began whispering madly amongst themselves at this bizarre, latest turn of events.
"Pansy Parkinson and Harry Potter – together?!"
"That's mad. . . ."
"They were meant to be together?"
"Poor Ginny."
Hermione studied the doors, half-expecting Pansy to come back in, the dark-haired boy's corpse in tow. She still had not touched her own letter. Ron, meanwhile, had already finished his second plate and was busy piling his plate with still more food.
"Her-my-nee. Re-ax, he'll be fi-e," he reassured, patting her shoulder as he spoke through a mouthful of kipper and sausage. Swallowing with some difficulty, he added, gesturing to her letter, "Aren't you gonna open it?"
Hermione glanced down at her letter, eyes dead, before shaking her head vigorously, brown curls bouncing in fright.
"No, not now. When I'm in my dormitory, I will. More – more privacy. What about you?"
Shrugging, Ron handed Hermione his own unopened envelope. Smiling gently at her friend, the brunette witch pulled out the fateful piece of parchment; the redhead boy noticed that, as she read it, her eyes widened, tears threatening to spill over.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned but, once again, Hermione said nothing, muttering something about going to the library as she shoved the letter into his hands. Ron took a long draft of pumpkin juice as he read the letter himself . . . and nearly choked.
Your best potential partner is Miss Padma Patil. . . .
Ron craned his head to search the Ravenclaw table and spotted her almost immediately – after all, she was the twin of Parvati, from Gryffindor – talking to one of her friends. As if sensing his eyes on her, she turned his way, her dark hair making a veil across her face; he smiled hesitantly and she returned with a blush and a small smile of her own before quickly ducking away once more.
Wow, she's really pretty. Why haven't I noticed before? Ron leaned back in his seat, studying the pretty Asian girl. It was a bit ironic, he mused to himself. He had taken her to the Yule Ball, after all, but that had been more out of desperation for a date than anything. Plus, if he remembered correctly, he hadn't treated her too well at all.
But now, looking at her as his fiancee. . . .
"Ginny? Ginny, you alright?" He was torn away from his musings by his sister's name, spoken by a worried Neville. Turning his head so fast he thought he might get whiplash, he saw his sister, pale-faced and hyperventilating.
Ron scooted towards her, wrapping a protective arm around her.
"Gin, you alright?" he asked. Just as with Hermione, she shook her head quickly, eyes closed, attempting to calm herself down. Several deep, rattling breaths later, she had managed to calm down somewhat.
"What's wrong?" Ron could have screamed in frustration.
"I'm en-engaged to . . . to Theodore N-Nott," Ginny whispered, brown eyes bright with unshed tears. The girl next to her – Hazel, Ron recalled – squeezed her hand.
"It's alright. . . . I mean, I know he's an asshole, but it might turn out for the best," Hazel soothed, pushing blond bangs away from her eyes. Ginny, eyes closed, just shook her head, placing it instead on her brother's shoulder.
"I am so screwed," she whispered fearfully. From the other side of the Hall, both siblings watched the Slytherin boy read his own letter, his expression stony.
Poor Ginny. Well tell me what ya'll think. Review!!
