Hogwarts a History – A tale of two stalkers
Chapter 10 – An idea is born

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"I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"How'd you do it?"

"Where'd you get it?"

"Are you crazy!"

The last one sent a laugh through all the Gryffindor second year boys. Of course they were crazy, what a silly question.

"Seriously though Dean," said Harry, ignoring a pouting Hermione, "where did you manage to get a cannon?"

"Junk sale. My dad found it and we spent most of the summer restoring it."

"Wicked!" expressed Ron.

"Come along with us this time Ron?"

"I might," said the ginger, his faux non-committalism fooling no one.

"What about the rest of you? Ready to take it to the squid?" said Dean excitedly.

"I hate to be the party pooper," said Harry, "but I think you're forgetting something kinda important."

"What?"

"You can have all the cannon's you want, but you still need a boat to put it on."

"Yeah, there isn't much left of our last one," Seamus chuckled.

"We'll figure something out," said Dean. "We're Gryffindor men, and Gryffindor's don't quit!"

"YO!"

Staring down the table listening to her idol and his cohorts planning, Ginny couldn't help a heavy sigh.

"Please stop doing that," said Colin, sitting across from her, "you're making me more depressed."

Depressed, but whatever for? It was only twenty points they'd lost by missing a full day of class. It was only a week of detention for having no excuse at all for that day of class. Why ever would he feel depressed.

"I can't believe she gave us a whole week," Ginny complained. "We only missed one 'day' of class. That is totally disproportionate."

"I've never had detention before," said Colin sullenly. "I've never even been in trouble at school."

"You went to school before Hogwarts?"

"Muggle school, yeah."

"What was that like?"

"Compared to this?" Grass was always greener on the other teams Quidditch pitch.

"Think they'll ever forgive us?" she wondered aloud, glancing over at her year mates who were pointedly snubbing the both of them.

"I hope so. You'd think no one had ever lost house points before."

"It's stupid," she agreed. "We lose at least ten points every time we have class with Snape. This is so unfair."

"Here, maybe this'll help."

Colin slid a picture across the table which made Ginny blush before snapping it up and pulling it up to her nose. "How did you get this?"

"You'd be surprised how much noise there is in the bathrooms when someone's showering. And without his glasses he's practically blind. I heard him say so."

Ginny herself barely heard what Colin was saying, her mind completely focused on ogling her Adonis. It was almost more than a pre-pubescent mind could handle.

"Ginny? Ginny!"

"Huh, what! I didn't see anything!"

Colin chuckled, "Really?"

"Well, maybe a little," she said with a shameful blush.

She may have been in trouble, but at least the pointless feud with Colin had been settled and she could get back to ogling… I mean admiring her Harry.

Plus, as she sat there, admiring not only her future husband, but the handiwork of the photographer, an idea began to form. A marvelous, wonderous, terrible idea. An idea that would prevent any such feud in the future while also letter her keep tabs on all the stupid slags with machinations on 'her' man.

"Mwahahaha. Mwahahaha. Mwahahahahahaha…"

"Uh, Ginny?"

"ha… Sorry, was I doing that out loud again?"

… End of year notes

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