A/N: ARGH, fucking year mishaps. As I mentioned earlier, Davies is a sixth year, otherwise he wouldn't be in the OotP, book five. He's technically the same year as Cedric. But that doesn't mean I didn't get the years fucked up in my head, fuck. ARGH. Yes the chamber opened in their fourth year, and I know he's still there because Cho asks him out next year, but he's dating someone else. Sorry for the confusion, I fixed the chapters so hopefully any year confusion is straightened out. But for anyone still confused the run down:
Cedric Diggory- 6th year
Roger Davies- 6th year
Cho Chang- 5th year
Luna Lovegood- 3rd year
Harry/Hermione/Neville/Draco/Blaise/Vincent/Greg/etc: 4th year.
Fred/George Weasley/Lee Jordan- Sixth years
And that was for my benefit as well as yours. Sorry for the confusion and thanks to william's keeper for helping me realize I messed up again. GAH. It's hard to remember sometimes. *blush embarrassed*
Disclamier: DON' OWN DIZZZZZZZZZZZ. If I did I wouldn't have those year mishaps now would I?
Chapter 11:
Neville POV:
I watched Harry walk into a doorway today, twice on separate occasions, it was actually pretty funny. Sitting down next to him in Transfiguration after the second time I snicker earning an affronted and largely betrayed look. I smile sheepishly at him and give his shoulder a few pats, a silent apology which cause him to grin slightly. He glances at me once more then blinks in surprise before his eyes narrow studying me closely, which makes me twitch nervously. His gaze zones in on my neck and his eyes widen as his left eyebrow shoots up in a clear sign of interest.
"Nev," he says leaning forward squinting now at my neck which I feel beginning to flush under his close surveillance.
"Yes?" I squeak out feeling the heat finally reach my face. He touches my face and tips it to the side.
"Are those... Bruises on your neck?" He asks and I feel my face burn all the way to the tips of my ears.
"Ah, uhm, wha, that is, uhm..." I stutter out and he glances up at me before surveying my neck again. Suddenly a load of books thunks down next to me making me squeak in surprise.
"Hello boys," Hermione says with a warm smile. We'd been separated since she had Arithmacy and we had Divinations, something we both wish we had dropped like Hermione had last year. She stops and studies my neck as well, and I start to reach up to cover it with boy hands. She and Harry snatches both of my hands with one of theirs and pin it to my side.
"'Mione do you see what I'm seeing? The bruises?" Harry says to her mildly, a slight smirk starting to form on his features, his green eyes twinkling as realization of what they are sinks in. Oh damn fiery hell, I think despairingly, I'm going to smack Sasha the next time I get him alone.
"Yes I do," Hermione says smirking as well. "It looks like our timid lion was having a midnight stroll without telling his best friends." I feel a burst of warmth at the words 'best friends' but still turn a brighter flaming red at the implications of 'midnight stroll,' we hadn't gotten that far yet, just some necking.
"I do believe Nev, we'll have to talk more about this later." Harry lets me go when Professor McGonagall sweeps in. Hermione merely shoots me a bemused look and glances away as well. I sit through the whole class vibrant red. Even the professor took notice and asked if I wanted to see Madam Pompfrey earning snickers from either side. I glare at them and they just bite their lips forcing back more laughter. Silently sighing I expect lunch to be an interesting affair. It was.
"So Nev, I take it you'll be on the arm of a dashing Durmstang student at the ball?" Harry asks giving me a happy smile and I blush but nod. His smile bursts into a wide grin and he gives me a shoulder bump and brief headlock. "That's great Nev!"
"Oh that's so great! Grigor said Sasha would be asking soon, but I wasn't sure when and I didn't know if I could keep the secret any longer!" Hermione gushes and I arch an eyebrow, a move I'd been learning from Harry and our new Slytherin friends.
"Oh? When were you alone with Grigor for that little chat?" Harry says wickedly and Hermione turns the color of a tomato making me grin. Harry and I exchange a glance and he starts singing, "Hermione and Grigor, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-"
"Harry!" Hermione almost screeches breaking in, leaning over to clamp a hand over his mouth. I see his eyes turn up at the corner and her hand immediately jerks back. "Eeew," she says, "you licked me." She wipes her hand down her robes a few time, a look of extreme distaste on her face.
"What?" He says innocently, "It's just water, unless... You only want spit from your new lover boy." She groans and smacks him with one of her books and I snicker. Luckily I'm sitting on Harry's opposite side too far away to be smacked as well, but I do get a rather impressive glare.
"Gits!" She barks setting the book back down. "Anyway, he asked me last night, after we had dinner with you in the kitchen and you stomped off. Probably the same time Sasha asked Neville, the boy went up with Nev when he returned to Gryffindor Tower and went on his walk apparently. Grigor and I spent the evening in the library before he escorted me back and asked me. It was rather sweet." Harry and I both smile, it made sense that Hermione got asked after a date in the library, it was just so her. Grigor suited her fairly well, he was just as bookish and academically focused, though he was a bit more enthused to get on a broom or go outdoors than she was and a lot less likely to nag though they both had a right temper. I hear the familiar click of heavy heeled boots and glance towards the hall entrance to see three exceedingly familiar Durmstang students entering. I meet Sasha's pale jade eyes and feel my heart flutter and I smile at him brightly at him and earn a mischievous smirk back. Grigor and Viktor's eyes, to my amusement, seem to zero in on my friends who started discussing a charms lecture. Harry and I have both become more studious, especially since Ron wasn't there to distract any of us, though I wasn't sure that was a good thing in Hermione's case. I nudge Harry slightly and he glances up and I watch him slowly blush with pleasure as Viktor steps up next to him. Sasha plops down next to me and I shift my chair closer to him. I glance up at the blond moments before he scoops me into his lap.
"Eeep!" I squeak before being settled fully there. I stare at him then shrug. "Free chair Viktor," I tell the Durmstang Champion and the Bulgarian Seeker smiles at me with obvious humor. Harry is bright red but leans into Viktor a touch after he sits down before they start talking. I glance past him and I see Hermione snuggled under Grigor's arm, her head on his shoulder. Sighing I glance up at my new boyfriend and inquire about his day so far. I'm even able to stop myself from blushing when he pecks me on the lips in answer and whispers it's better now that he's seen me.
...o0O0o...
Harry POV:
If breakfast had been a nightmare, then dinner was the most terrifying night terror any poor misbegotten fool ever had to endure. I stared at Dumbledore glumly as he finishes the announcement and bids everyone good night. Glancing briefly around the room I flinch at the intensity of the stares directed at the central, circular table. Edging closer to Cedric who's sitting next to me looking rather disturbed by the prevailing silence in the room I whisper, "If we stand up and go... How quickly do you think it'll take them to swarm us?" He glances at me and grimaces in response. Thought so, I think glumly. This was not going to be a fun experience.
"They're going to be on us like a Dementor on a condemned criminal," I hear Davies whisper and I glance at him from where he's seated on the other side of Cedric. The older boy had surprised me earlier asking to join us before plopping in-between Cedric and Neville. The foreign exchange students, all of whom were no where to be seen, had eaten elsewhere tonight. I suspected their headmasters tipped them off on Dumbledore's announcement. Lucky bastards. I glance towards the doors before glancing around again.
"Wanna make a run for it?" Neville asked us slightly pale and nervous, eying how the masses seemed to have edged closer, even though they were still seated.
"Yes," Cedric said faintly, getting up we walked towards the door. Half a dozen steps there we were intercepted.
"Hi," the girl said breathlessly glancing between Roger, who apparently was the most sought after Ravenclaw in his year, Cedric who was the most sought after period, and me, who was of course the 'awesome and adorable' youngest champion. The girl smiled at us all and twirled her hair around a slim finger. "I'm Mary, Mary Farnsworth, remember me?" She giggled and then a few other girls came up. I edged away and felt Neville move up on my other side. I glanced to my left and saw smiles frozen on both Roger and Cedric's faces. We all nod at the girls and walk towards the door, swiveling so our backs are semi-against each other. I glance at Slytherin table and see Draco trying to fend off Pansy and would have winced in sympathy if weren't in the same situation. As it was someone suddenly grabbed my arm.
"Harry!" A doe-eyed Ginny says pressing herself against my arm. I tug at it, but her nails curl into the material of the robe sleeve. Damn, they were like cat's claws, and just as bad if not worse!
"Er... Let go?" I say, not even bothering with a greeting. She pouts. I tug at my arm again, firmer than the first time, she merely moves in closer.
"Harry~ Who are you going to take to the ball? Isn't... There a girl you'd like to ask?" She says fluttering her eyelashes at me. She leans forward and puts her face right in front of mine.
"Erm no, I'm not interested in girls," I tell her nervously and a few of the other girls around us jerk and look at me in surprise. Cedric and Roger glance at me, Cedric in knowledge and understanding, Roger in surprise. I see Neville's attempt to block off more people. It slightly works.
"Of course not, you want a woman right?" Ginny says in what must be an attempt to be a purr. "I could be that for you." I blanch and tug at my arm harder.
"Ginny let go," I try calmly.
"But Harry I just want to hold your hand and talk to you." She says batting her eyes at me, going so far as to try and look teary.
"Ginny," I try. "Please let go." I yank at my arm and she lets go in favor of wrapping her arms around my chest, hugging me tightly against her. "Ginny let me go! Get off!" I say starting to clearly panic.
"Oy! Gin! Let the poor bloke go!" I hear Ron say before he's suddenly tugging her away. "It's not proper of you to go throwin' yourself at a boy. No matter if you like him or not," Ron glances at me shyly and gives me a brief nod as his twin older brothers finally show up and grab her up. "Sorry Harry," Ron and the twins say dragging their protesting sister away. Staring after my ex-best friend I only have moments to sigh before Cedric and Roger are dragging me away. We shove, albeit gently and politely, through the now twenty something females all grouped up around us. Escaping out of the hall, the flock of harpies, I mean, the group of girls, follow us and we decide to run for it. Jogging, we speed around one of the bends and cut down a lesser known and used hallway before sliding into an unused classroom and charming the door locked and the room silent.
"Bloody budgering hell," Davies wheezes faintly leaning against a desk. "I never thought it'd be that bad. I thought maybe a few people approaching me..."
"It'll only get worse," I grumble slumping down against the wall. "At least you'll know some of the people who approach you, but I'll be attacked on all flanks."
"Especially with that last comment," Neville says dryly. "So you figured out you're not into girls?" He asks me and I sigh scrubbing at my face.
"Dunno, I just like Viktor," I tell him. We go silent hearing a mass of feet go pitter pattering by. Even with the rooms silencing charms we feel like the hunted prey we were. "Do you think it's safe to leave yet? I'd rather not sleep here all night, and you'll all get in trouble if you're out after curfew." I ask after several minutes. Roger peeks out the door.
"I think it's clear. How about Longbottom scopes it out for us?" He asks us and I shake my head.
"They saw him slip out with us. They'll be on the look out for him as well. Maybe a charm?" The older boys nod in understanding while Neville gives me a relieved grin.
"A notice-me-not charm or maybe a glamour?" Roger suggests and we nod in agreement. Letting him cast the notice-me-not charm we all slip out of the room, quickly fleeing to our respective rooms and dormitories. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
…o0O0o...
Ron POV:
"Blimey! Ginny don't you have any damn pride!" I snap at her as Fred and George not so gently drag her away from a slightly relieved looking Harry. "Throwing yourself at a boy like that!"
"Shove off Ron! Harry and I are perfect for each other! He's just a little slow on the uptake!" She snaps struggling against the twins. "I can't believe you interrupted like that! I can't believe you! Now Harry will get taken away! I won't have it! I'll make sure he'll fall for me!"
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that baby sister?" Fred says grimly as he pulls her out of the hall and up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower. I glance back over my shoulder and watch Harry try to fend off the next chit after him. He, Diggory, that sixth year Ravenclaw, and Neville are looking harassed.
"I'll slip him some of that potion I studied up on!" She snarls. "I found a really effective one that'll cancel any previous affections the drinker has for anyone and makes them become enamored with the brewer!" She screams practically.
"Don't you have any shame?" I bellow at her, temper snapping open. I had been shitty to Harry, yeah, but to drug somebody and take away their free will? That was bloody bonkers!
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Do not yell at your baby sister!" I hear my mum scold.
"But she's trying to trick Harry into falling in love with him. She's going to slip him a love potion!" I say rounding on my mother and Professor McGonagall. I blink a few times in surprise before weakly say, "Bloody hell mum, when did you get here?"
"Language! And I got her through the floo half an hour ago. Professor McGonagall was escorting me to the hall to summon you to her office so we could have a discussion on your current behavior!" My mother snaps ferociously and I step back hunching in a bit.
"Yes, Mum," I mutter, knowing I deserve it. I'd been one of the first people spreading the nasty rumors and pranking Harry viciously.
"However," her glare narrows on my sister and I feel bad for her momentarily, but it quickly passes, what was she thinking trying to force someone to love her? "I believe my youngest and only daughter might have a sit down with me first, if that's alright with you Minerva." Mum asks. Studying both women I instantly realize they're absolutely livid.
"I believe I'd like to be in on that conversation as well," Professor McGonagall said coldly, "Mr. Potter may no longer be a part of my house, but as his former Head and yours I find it most dissatisfying to discover such contempt of the rules and laws the governing us most reprehensible. Mr. Potter left us because we did not do right by him with his entry into the tournament, and thus completely lost his faith, I will not have you ruining us further by causing a lawsuit if you succeeded in this silly ploy after we found out about your shenanigans. Come Mrs. Weasley, let us discuss with your youngest why exactly a Ministry Official's own daughter should know better." Mum looking right grim merely took Ginny by the ear and dragged her yelping after Professor McGonagall's tartan form.
Mum glanced over her shoulder, "Well?" She snapped, "Are you coming?" I nod hurriedly and follow her, this was not going to be a fun night, but at least I did the decent thing and dragged Ginny away from Harry temporarily, hopefully mum could set her head to rights.
About ten minutes later the twins and I were listening to a right frightful row... Blimey, I don't think she's ever been that mad since the time the twins turned my bear into a giant spider. Or when Charlie told her he wasn't taking a ministry job he'd been offered and was going to Romania to be with dragons. I believe we all mutually flinch when she starts.
"GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY! I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW SELF CENTERED AND HORRIBLE YOU HAVE DECIDED TO BE! HARRY'S LIKE A BROTHER TO YOU, A MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY WHO HAS ALWAYS TREATED YOU WELL. IN FACT, IF THE TALES FROM YOUR FIRST YEAR ARE TRUE YOU SHOULD BE DAMN GRATEFUL TO HIM! HE SAVED YOUR LIFE YET YOU WANT TO PURPOSEFULLY RUIN HIS BY TAKING HIS CHOICES AWAY? HE IS NOT SOME TROPHY OR OBJECT YOU CAN SIMPLY OBTAIN WITHOUT THE COMMON COUTESTY OF CONDISIDERING THE OPINION OF THE PERSON! IF HE LIKED YOU HE WOULD HAVE COME TO ADMIT IT ON HIS OWN! YOU ARE BOTH CHILDREN! YOU SHOULD NOT BE OVERLY CONCERNED BY MATTERS OF LOVE! INSTEAD YOU SHOULD BE FOCUSED ON SCHOOL! OR ARE YOUR GRADES SO WELL WE CAN HAVE YOU TAKING YOUR OWLS AND NEWTS ALREADY? NO? THEN I WANT YOU TO DEVOTE YOURSELVES AND FORGET ALL SUCH NONSENSE! AND DON'T THINK FOR A MINUTE THAT ANY SHENANIGANS WILL BE ACCEPTABLE! YOUR BROTHERS WILL BE UNDER ORDERS TO REPORT TO ME ON YOUR ACTIONS AND LET ME TELL YOU THE SECOND I GET HOME YOUR FATHER WILL LEARN ABOUT THIS AND CAN YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW DISAPPOINTED HE'LL BE? TRUST ME LITTLE MISS THE SECOND YOU COME HOME FOR THE BREAK YOU'LL BE REGRETING YOUR ACTIONS!"Sitting next to George I catch him glancing at Fred in grim satisfaction. It wasn't often the 'baby' of the family got set right, she was usually quiet and shy, however the last two years of 'Harry Obsession' must have developed into something rather... Strange. If her plans were anything to say on. Glancing at the door I admit that anything I got was well deserved. I hadn't known I had such a hidden resentment towards Harry til his name being drawn had cajoled it out of me.
"Mum's gonna be right pissed at me," I say with a sigh glancing away. "I deserve it though." We turn and stare at the door when a resounding smack sounds begin. "Errr... Did that sound like a spank?" I ask and watch George give me a brief nod. He sighs and looks up at the ceiling.
"It's kinda strange to see Mum at school and not be the one she's shrieking at." Fred says cheerfully and I snort.
"She usually just sent a howler, Professor McGonagall handles us quite nicely in her opinion. Though we do get extra chores when we're home y'know?" George says and Fred nods. We hear the spanking noises stop and the low tones of Professor McGonagall speaking to her through we're unable to make out the words. Though there's a certain cadence to them that's unmistakeably angry and short on patience. After several minutes, Professor McGonagall opens the door and summons the rest of us in. Ginny sits sullenly in the corner, facing the wall. Though the way she seems to lean to and fro shows that good ol' Mum's spanks haven't gone down in their level of intensity. Idiot girl, I think without an ounce of pity. Professor McGonagall motions us into a few chairs, obviously transfigured since there's usually only two at most in here besides her own armchair behind her desk.
"Hello George, Fred," Mum says with patience, "how are you boys? Have your studies been alright?" They nod and get two firm hard hugs. Her gaze finally settles on me and I meet her eyes solemnly.
"Hullo Mum," I say quietly.
"Ron," she starts, "I'm of a mind to drag you home and not let you return to Hogwarts." He winces. "You're actions have been REPREHENSIBLE, unbelievably JUVENILLE, and exceedingly CALLOUS! I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WENT ON IN THAT DAFT HEAD OF YOURS, BUT IT BETTER BE GONE OR I WILL YANK YOU OUT OF HERE SO FAST YOUR HEAD WILL REVERSE ON YOUR GANGLY BODY AND FACE BACKWARDS, PERMENANTLY! I EXPECT YOU TO WRITE HARRY, AS WELL AS ALL YOUR OTHER FRIENDS YOU HAVE HURT, A LONG AND WELL THOUGHT OUT LETTER OF SINCERE APOLOGY AS WELL AS SERVE EVERY SINGLE DETENTION YOU DESERVE WITH MODESTY AND HONOR! IF I EVEN HEAR A WHISPER OF FUTURE MISBEHAVIOR YOU WILL BE SPENDING TIME OVER MY KNEE! AS IT IS I EXPECT YOU TO WORK YOURSELF TO THE BONE WHEN YOU GET HOME OVER THE SUMMER, AND DO NOT EXPECT A SINGLE REQUEST OR CAREPACKAGE TIL AT LEAST THE NEXT YEAR! NO ALLOWANCE EITHER! I CAN UNDERSTAND BEING JEALOUS BUT HOW YOU HANDLED IT WAS UNBEFITTING OF A YOUNG ADULT! DO I MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR YOUNG MAN?"
"Yes ma'am," I say, knowing she's entirely right.
"ALSO! YOUR FATHER IS EXCEEDINGLY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU! BOTH HE AND I EXPECT YOU TO FORGO ANY MORE OF YOUR SHENANIGANS AND FOCUS FOR ONCE ON YOUR SCHOOL WORK! WE KNOW YOU CAN DO BETTER, AND IF YOU NEED HELP YOU SHOULD ASK US! DO NOT COVET AND DEFINITELY DO NOT LIE ABOUT PEOPLE! WE LOVE YOU BUT WE WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO MEANDER THROUGH THIS LIFE DISREGARDING OTHERS!" She finishes and then opens her arms. "Now come here and give me a hug."
I get up, walk over, and then lean into her. Letting her hold me for a few minutes, I finally clutch her tightly. "Sorry Mum," I say glumly, burying my face against her.
"I know. I'm glad you stepped up and stopped your sister, however that does not excuse your behavior over the last few weeks, or as I'm told, months. Harry, as you well know it, is one of the nicest and loyalist lads who'll you'll ever come across Ron. I hope you two can patch things up." I just hug her tighter and nod into her shoulder. "I know it's hard on you sometimes when he's so famous and you feel like you fade into the woodwork, but you have to remember for everything amazing those papers say about him, he always chose you as a friend. People aren't dictated by others, so you shouldn't let your relationships be dictated by them either. I love you and your father loves you, and though him and I are angry, we only hope you can grow up happy and healthy. We can't afford much but that never means you can't turn to us and talk to me or your father about anything. If you get frustrated, or even whine about how you think the world is unfair, I am always there to listen or read a letter." I nod into her shoulder some more before she releases me and steps back.
"Thanks Mum," I whisper, smiling at her weakly. She smile benevolently at me before I glance at Professor McGonagall straightening slightly looking her in the eye timidly. Her arms are tucked into their usual scolding position, and her back is ramrod straight.
"Now, Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall states with a soft, but serious look, "I understand that you were feeling horribly betrayed by Mr. Potter, but that does not excuse your actions. For the next two weeks you will spend three evenings of it with me supplementing your parents disciplinary actions you will receive once home, this is something they have requested and will be on top of another two weeks of detention you will be receiving from me as your Head of House. They will be for an hour after dinner, from seven to eight, barring illness or emergency I expect you to show up at my office on time. The rest of the school year you are required to meet with me on a weekly basis and I expect you to come in every Friday and discuss with me any worries or problems you have with school. We will decide a specific time during our first detention next Monday. Furthermore, my doors will also be open if you require, under strenuous circumstances only, a talk with your parents via fire call. I understand you're having difficulties with class, and your mother has suggested a tutor, a point I support. You will be required to report to them on a weekly basis so they can check and help you with anything you do not understand. This may seem difficult, however take it as a punishment or a gift of help as you will, but you will do it and you will better yourself. Hopefully, with this you will get a boost in confidence, as well as develop a sense of self worth. I have discovered that I have failed my lions in recent years, and I do apologize for that Mr. Weasley. My duties as Deputy Headmistress are just as important as those of Gryffindor's House Head an in my lapse I have allowed the former to blind me from my latter, but no more. I will be making changes that'll affect everyone in the house. Others will be assisted just as you will, and there will be house meetings. This is something done by other houses, and I will reinstate it in our own. Now, since it is getting late, and we have nothing further to discuss, I suggest you all head back to the tower and finish anything you must. Good night, Misters and Miss Weasley. Molly I understand you want to chat a bit, please take a seat once more while I summon us some tea."
"Thank you Minerva," Mum says with a slight smile before hugging us all. "I'll see you soon, and we expect letters! You all seem to forget Hogwarts has owls for those who do not own them and that they can find us quite easily. Send us more than a note begging for plum cake. We do love you and want to know how you're doing." We mumble our consent and shuffle out.
"I hate you all!" Ginerva hisses after we finally leave the room and ascend a flight of stairs. Well out of hearing range of McGonagall's office. A few portraits protest her language, and one states openly that 'she should get a good fan snap to the head for language unbecoming of a young miss.'
"Shut it Ginny," I snap. I glance at Fred and George for support, both whom smile slightly back.
"Yeah-" Fred starts. They glide past her, calling over their shoulder to stop just a few feet in front of her.
"Shut it." George finishes glaring at her. She merely ignores them and throws a tantrum.
"It's not fair! I got spanked! I'm thirteen years old! I shouldn't be getting spanked! I just wanted to get a bloke to like me! What's so wrong with that? It would have benefited all of us! I would have married into wealth!" She snarls shoving at me who glares at her angrily.
"Not everything is about money Ginny!" I answer back and she laughs bitterly at me.
"Oh? That's rich coming from you! You're the one who's so jealous of his best friend because he's famous and wealthy." She growls back. I flush guiltily but determinedly carry on.
"I know I'm jealous of stupid things Ginny!" I shout at her. "But that doesn't mean I can't grow up!"
"Oh? And I'm not grown up?" She yells back at me, jabbing at my chest with her finger as the twins look on silently, supporting me as we jointly glare at her.
"No you're not! You're acting like a toddler who was told she couldn't have the doll she'd be eying! You can't make people love you! And you shouldn't! Anyway, you won't get anywhere with Harry since he's not interested. I'm pretty sure he's into somebody else!" I reply throwing my arms up in exasperation.
"What?" She screeches, "Harry can't be interested in anyone else! I'm going to marry him! I'm going to be Lady Potter and be in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life! I'll never have to settle again. No one will dare to look down on me! I'll have the best wizard in the world! No one will stop me!" Fed up, one of the twins slap her across her cheek. She turns and stares at me aghast, hand touching her cheek in shock.
"Fred!" She screeches.
"George," He corrects her.
"Whatever!" She snaps back, "how could you? How could you hit a girl?"
"That's what you are? All I saw was an overbearing shrew of a bitch!" He snarls back. "If I could I would send you home right or de-age you in hope of making you grow up with some sense this time! Listen to yourself! Not gone five minutes from Mum's presence and you're already acting like a harlot! Acting as though you're untouchable! I should march you right back there and let her take you home!" Ginny's mouth snaps shut at that, before she turns a vibrant red mingled with purple and storms away, shoving through a door way.
"Gor, she's just as impossible as those blasted gnomes!" I groan making Fred and George cackle.
"That's a bloody good example little brother, a bloody good example," Fred says clasping my shoulder before leading me back to Gryffindor tower. Joining them I feel a bit of relief over the fact that at least some of the Weasley clan can unsheathe their heads from their arses, especially since mine was one of the farthest stuck in. Now if we could only figure out a sure fire way of keeping Ginny out of Harry's hair.
A/N: Lol, so I had to do a little Neville ship, sorry, I also wanted this to be a bit of a break. The next chapter will probably have the legacy potions, but I'm not sure. Also! I have Harry's date decided. As you probably know, Viktor won the vote! So now just to figure out who'll ask who. It'll be fun playing with them. I'll let Harry come back to the forefront! Sorry if you didn't get enough of him this time!