Hey everyone, sorry I've been gone forever again... I lost my notebook and school just ended... I know, its not a good excuse... I've decided to completely change how I do things for this story: I won't go in order of requests (I had writers block (crookshanks is next...) and I'm sure I've lost some of the readers who requested earlier stories) I will write them as they come to me... I have ideas for about five of them right now... You can still keep the requests coming though :)
So... Thanks to TheNextCullen332, here is Ginny (the first year obsessed with Harry) and The Evil Locker
GWGWGWGWGW
Ginny Weasley was new at Hogwarts, it was only her first week there when the lockers were first installed. And, being and eleven year old, she decorated her locker along with the other underclassmen. A few days later, on her way to potions (heaven forbid she be late), she ran to her locker to retrieve her textbook. She reached her small hand up to the lock and carefully spun her combination. It didn't work. She tried it once more unsuccessfully, checked that it was her locker, and looked around embarrassedly at everyone in the hallway who could get their lockers open. She dug through her bag quickly to find the little sheet of parchment that explained how to open a locker. She followed the instructions there to no avail. The hallway was starting to empty. Frantically, she spun the lock again. About to cry in frustration, she turned to the left to see if someone could help her. The only people there were 6th year Slytherins, On her right was Harry Potter. She could barely concentrate. She worked up all her courage and turned to him.
"Harry?" she asked tentatively, "I...I can't open my locker...could you..." she broke off, too nervous to keep talking to him.
"Yeah, sure, Ginny." He took the little paper with her combination on it and began to spin the lock.
'He knows my name! He said my name!' Ginny thought as he finished the combination. It opened.
"Thank you so much!" she gushed. He was staring into her locker with a bemused and shocked expression. She turned bright red. She couldn't breathe.
"Erm..." Harry said, his face somewhat pink. She had covered her locker with pictures, newspaper clippings, and magazine pages. All of Harry. The pictures were probably from Colin, and they included him walking down the hallway, taking notes in Transfiguration, eating breakfast, catching the golden snitch from last week's game, and him sleeping. All fully animated.
"Bye" she squeaked as she grabbed the wrong textbook, slammed the locker, and ran off down the hallway, the opposite direction from her potions class. A few seconds later, Harry stopped staring at the locker. He looked toward the hallway to the dungeons, then toward the way Ginny ran off, shook his head and walked away.
GWGWGWGWGW
Thanks for reading! sorry its so short
Review and Request!
I need three reviews to update!