Story Title/Link: I'm not into her you idiot!
School and Theme: Mahoutokoro/ Theme N/A
Mandatory Prompt: My sister is off-limits! Trope
Additional Prompt(s): N/A
Year: 4
Word count minus authors note: 1183
Important note: This AU drabble is set in a version of the world the second war conflict ended with the failed attempt at murdering baby and Harry has a severely jaded outlook of women thanks to the Dursley's.

Valentine's Day was a day that Harry loathed with a passion worthy of a thousand suns going supernova all at once. It wasn't that he was against the idea of love, quite the opposite really, but it was the hassle that got dumped on him as a result of who he was. Between the mountain of cards from the girls from all the Houses and varying years he was certain that he could supply a third world government with enough notebooks to last a decade and chocolate to end the food shortage for said country.

"Hey mate, you going to look at them or keep glaring at them?"

Harry's gaze turned and looked to Ron with a level, almost blank expression. "I was debating on whether or not I should ask a Ravenclaw to Transfigure these love notes into blank subject notebooks and then donate them to a developing third world country so the unlucky children have something to benefit their education. Give something to help them make something of themselves despite their unfortunate birth circumstances" he said dryly.

"Harry!"

Harry's eyes rolled in their sockets at the high pitch squeal of Ginny Weasley pierced the air. If there was one example of the feminine gender he loathed with a passion, it was Ron's little sister. Oh, he'd be the first he had nothing against her as a person, not really anyway. She was adequate in her studies and her skills on a broom would suffice to replace him when he decided to either quit playing for the House team or he graduated from Hogwarts; no, his loathing of her centered around her obsession with him. If he had a galleon for every time she swooned or fawned over him for one thing or another he would be richer than Malfoy.

"Did you get my card?"

Oh yeah, he had gotten her card alright. All fourteen of them with a rather gaudy enchanted sparkly bow on each one. He had taken pleasure in burning them in the common room at four in the morning before anyone woke up. He did keep one though, just to show he had gotten one from her when she inevitably asked him the question. "Oh yes, it was quite.. thoughtful of you Ginny. You must have been up all night doing the charm work on that ribbon" he said with a charmingly false smile.

The smile and blush on the girl's face could cook an egg if it had been cracked on her head. It was downright nauseating in his brutally honest opinion. Perhaps his muggle aunt was to blame. Petunia was a horrid woman, not to mention her excuse of a husband and child, giving him plenty of reason to distrust the female gender as a whole. Being tossed into the magical world though..

It made him sick. All these girls and older women fawned over him for surviving his parents murders, praised him for magic he probably didn't even commit but was instead done by his mother in a final attempt to save him and.. He fiercely shook his head mentally at the thought. It was grim and disgusting to him on all levels.

"Back off mate, you aren't dating my sister."

A series of loud coughs made Harry want to bash his head in with the Sword of Gryffindor. "I wasn't even thinking about that Ron. I'm not even remotely interested in Ginny. If she was the last woman on Earth and I the last man, I would let the human species die out" he said with a deadly serious look on his face.

"What's wrong with me?!" Ginny asked in a near borderline yell. She knew that she wasn't ugly by any measure of the word. She wasn't going to win any Ms. Magic Pageants anytime soon but she wasn't some ugly old swamp hag with two teeth and warts all over her face either!

"Do you really want to know the answer to that question?"

Several students shifted a little to dial into the conversation. For Harry Potter, heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, to be rejecting Ginny Weasley so harshly and publicly was something to pay attention if not to just relieve boredom for all the single people.

"Let me break it down for you in simple, easy to understand reasons. Number one, women are horrible, manipulative, selfish creatures that are ultimately out for their own self promotion by any means necessary. Number two, you are obsessed with the mythic figure of the monster slaying Boy-Who-Lived and I don't have to live in the girls dorm to know how you brag about how you're going to marry me when you graduate. Number three, I don't have any amount of attraction towards you. What do I look like, a pervert with an oedipus complex?" Harry asked with his lips falling into scowl.

The Purebloods and purely magical raised Half-bloods looked confused while the Muggleborns and muggle raised Half-bloods went a little green in the gills.

"In other words you delusional little girl, I refuse to date a narcissistic little girl that seems to believe she's the next Lily Potter nee Evans just because everyone says so. Last time I checked, she was murdered defending my life from a monster of a man and I wasn't my father reincarnated. Go find another boy to sap money and fame off of" Harry said before he stood from the table and walked off toward the entrance to the Great Hall. "By the way Draco dear, don't be late for our date down to Hogsmeade."

Every eye in the hall turned to look at the blonde haired Pureblood who merely raised an eyebrow. "Any other requests Scarhead?" he asked with a scoff.

"Remember which way my wand enters your holster." The amount of people gagging or faint made Harry laugh, once he was out of hearing range of course, while leaning against the wall for support. He wasn't gay and he sure as heck wasn't dating Draco Malfoy but it was fun to see everyone lose their heads after his torn asunder view of the female gender. "This Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all" he said with a minor skip to his step as he made toward the first class of the day for Gryffindor, Charms. The actual class wasn't set to begin for forty-five minutes but it would let him read in relative undisturbed peace while the people in the Great Hall ran around the hamster wheel at mach ten trying to pick apart what he said was his actual feeling and what he said to mess with them.

Ginny was bound to have some resentment towards him now but he could live with that. The girl needed a swift kick on the skirt to start living with reality and since Mrs. Weasley, bless her generally kind heart, wanted to coddle her only daughter with delusions it would fall on him to shatter that dream for Ginny so that the girl could join the rest of them in the real world.