The Cerebral Coordination of Ginny Weasley

Rating: T

Author: ValorOrgulloso

Chapter XI: In Which Several Fight

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed.

"Yeah? Well, I hate you, too!" shouted Harry.

"I can't believe you'd do that to me! You're so uncaring!"

"Oh," Harry rolled his eyes mockingly, "and you aren't?"

"No! I'm not! You're a – a – a jerk!"

"Oh, wow, I'm so hurt! A jerk? Is that the best you can come up with? What about you? You're not so innocent!"

I screamed in frustration and stormed out of the room yelling at the top of my lungs, "DON'T TALK TO ME!"

"LIKE I'D WANT TO!"

"IT'S OVER!"

"GOOD!"

I stormed up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I heard Harry do the same down the hall.

I smiled triumphantly. The plan was in action. I didn't even know what Harry and I were supposed to be fighting about, but the idea was to break up and confuse the twins. We were then supposed to make them take different sides – Fred with me, and George with Harry. We'd then get them mad at each other to the point that we'd make up, and they'd still be angry at one another.

We timed the fight so only Fred and George could hear it, since they were in the room next door. Everyone else was a few floors below, in the kitchen or the parlor.

The twins would get over it and move on, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was going to work. There were only a two days left of break, and Harry and I didn't especially want to act mad at each other too long, so we decided to fight today.

And so it began.

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I heard the rap on the door and called, "Who is it?"

"Me."

It was Fred. Down the hall, I heard a door open, and I could only assume it was Harry letting George in.

I did my best to look sullen as I pushed my face into my pillows. "What do you want?"

I felt my bed sink in and I slid a little. Fred patted my leg as he ignored my question and said, "What's up with you guys?" He stopped for a moment, but continued quickly. "I mean, I know you guys are mad, but this is extreme. It's no fun making fun of you when you're depressed."

My snappy answer flew back muffled. "Good to know."

He ignored me and said, "What are you even fighting over?"

This was my opportunity. Confuse him enough to make him upset, but not enough for him to get suspicious.

I sat up and turned away from him. I pretended to wipe at my eyes as though there were tears. I started, in my best I'm-sad-and-lonely voice, "It's nothing really. He j-just doesn't feel as though i-it's there. He took it away from me – a – and I can never get it back." I fell into a fit of fake sobs, but, and I am proud to admit, I did produce a few droplets. I threw my arms around Fred's neck and heaved out loud moans into his chest.

"I-I'm j-just so-o hurt!" I wailed. "I'm s-so hurt ev-everywhere!"

"What did he do to you?" His voice was sharp and demanding; not like Fred's usual composition. "Tell me! I'm gonna kill him–"

"NO!" I shrieked urgently – I couldn't let Fred throttle Harry. He needed to throttle George! "No," I managed to say quieter, "just let him be. It's okay."

He gave me a look before storming out of the room. I chased after him, wondering what he was going to do – if anything. Oh, but he was. Fred disappeared as he walked through Harry's door, and I quickly followed. Oh, God, don't kill Harry!

But there was no need to fret just yet. George was there, looking almost as angry as Fred. He saw me, and his face seemed to turn redder than it already was.

"Ginny!" George shouted at the same time Fred yelled, "Potter!"

I looked at Harry to see him looking sheepish. He saw me looking and ashamedly looked at his feet. I copied his movement but kept sneaking glances at Fred and George. They were in a rather heated argument.

"…you're lying! Ginny could never do that!" Fred defended.

"You don't know her that well! She was cheating! Harry doesn't deserve that!" George argued.

I looked at Harry, and he flashed me a quick smile, before resuming his old position.

"Yeah?" Fred shouted. "I bet he just told you that since he deflowered Ginny and broke up with her! Stupid git!"

"Oh, stop it! You're spewing nonsense, and you know it! For being such a genius, you sure can be dumb, Fred!"

I looked at Harry, and I could tell he too knew that this would get violent pretty soon. Which, quite frankly, I was alright with since Fred and George tormented me so much.

It was Fred that flew the first fist. He missed, but George retaliated anyways.

And so the fight began. Hands were flying, and pretty soon Fred and George were rolling on the floor, pulling at each other's ginger hair and hitting whatever they could.

Apparently their little brawl was heard, since Ron and Hermione rushed into the room. I moved to stand by Harry with a satisfied look on my face. His expression mirrored mine, and I smiled in pride. Ah, revenge is sweet. And I barely did anything!

It was when my mother and Sirius entered the room that the fighting stopped. And that was only because Sirius bodily pulled the twins off of each other with Ron's help. Harry and I stood back and watched as the scene unfolded. Hermione and Mum looked upset and a bit angry on the latter's part.

Harry wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I watched as my mother stormed up to them shouting things I was glad weren't aimed at me.

The twins kept trying to interrupt; still occasionally sending glares at each other, but mum wouldn't let them. In the end, my mother, Sirius, Ron, and Hermione left the room. Fred and George were certainly worse for wear, though. George had a long cut on his left cheek, while Fred was forming a large black eye. Their clothes were frazzled, and their hair was sticking up at odd angles.

They were a mess, and I couldn't help but be happy. The plan didn't go exactly the way I wanted it to, but the twins certainly had paid.

They caught sight us, smirking with our arms wrapped around each other. I laughed loudly at their expressions of shock, and Harry and I made our way past them before more than a "But… hey…" could come out of their mouths.

"Toodles, boys," I murmured snottily as we left.

I rushed up the stairs (out of the many in this house), still giggling occasionally. Harry followed, laughing. Just as I was almost to the top of the second flight of stairs, Harry tugged me back by the arm. He pushed me against the wall. His chest was pressed up against mine, and I started breathing rapidly. Was it just me, or was it suddenly a little too hot in here for winter?

"I deflowered you?" Harry whispered playfully; his nose inches from mine; his green eyes staring defiantly into mine.

I let my smirk return, and I stared just as hard back. "Only because it was the only thing I could come up with."

He pushed up against me harder, pressing me more firmly against the wall. My breath caught, my smirk disappeared for good, and his hand trailed up my back to grip the back of my neck. I felt shivers run down my spine.

I was in shock. He was normally never this forward, but I couldn't help but feel entranced and a bit excited.

"Or is it because it's something you want?" His lips were less than a breath away. His lips brushed mine as he spoke. But he never made full contact. I could smell his breath, and I could feel every bone he pressed against me.

"Harry," I whispered for lack of anything else to say. I couldn't think of any smart retort; my brain was too foggy.

"Yes?" he whispered back.

"Okay."

He smiled wickedly, and a decision was made.

A/N: "Oh, shit, shake that ass, ma. Move it like gypsy."

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