Ginny's Room- part 2
Authors note: You will NOT get this unless you read the first part okay? And to those of you who think this is insanely obsessive, well some of this is based on fact, (though slightly exaggerated.)
Back to the story: Ginny has just gone downstairs from her obsessive room, and the boys find the door open…
"Oi! Fred! Look at this!" George gestured to the slightly open door to Ginny's room. "She's always got it locked…" twisting the knob the door swung open. In frozen terror every boy was rooted to the spot. Ron slapped his hand over Harry's eyes. Fred and George broke into horrified, identical screams."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Rons hand was still over Harry's eyes, and still in shuddering fright, Harry took Rons hand away and stared. It was a shrine, no a temple, no a civilization of organized Harry worship! Staggering forward they entered. Their footsteps padded dimly on the red carpet.
For in front of them lay a fortress of nothing but Harry. Harry choked out a whispered, "That's where it went…"
Fred and George looked as though the walls were made of gold. "We never…in our wildest dreams…" The twins started, but paused. This, this site, was not capable of description. It was beautiful, yet terrifying all at the same time. Harry had no idea what to say, no idea at all. His mind had gone amazingly blank. There was no present reaction he felt he should do, no concept of an action he should take. He stopped at the fake Hedwig, and touched the white feathers, suddenly realizing that she hadn't stolen his bird, just some feathers. It had looked so real…Ron looked dizzy. He staggered backwards and he landed on a bed. Normal at first sight, and then…"uugh! Yubrxrs! Mucntblevit!!!" He couldn't seem to get the words right. Harry, still gazing around him, approached Ron, and his eyes fell to the oddly shaped, tye-dye pillow in his hands. Harry suddenly realized what it was."Hey…I liked those ones…" he said thickly. All the boys heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Ginny. She had heard the screams. Mrs. Weasley had sent her up to see when the boys were coming down. Seeing the open door she ran into the room, dreading what she might find…and there it was. Ron, with the boxer/pillow in his hands, harry looking rather green, Fred and George looking as if Snape had fallen off a tall building, and all of them now looking at her, the twins with evil grins. She started back down the stairs, tried, but didn't get past the door. Fred and George pulled her back and set her on a chair labeled,
"Potter specimen: dorm chair, third year." She struggled to get up, but the twins held pinned her shoulders against the back. "Talk, explain, info…now." Ginny looked at fred to George, then Ron, and finally Harry. He looked at her and her face went from shock white, to beet red. She looked away. "explain what?" she asked innocently, trying not to look at the large collection of rocks Harry had stepped on, on the other side of the room.
A tiny, squeeky voice, hardly audible, made it through the scowling silence, "I'm going to get some air…uhu…yea…okaaaaay." He left. The twins set drilling eyes on Ginny. She squirmed, and started quite suddenly, "Well you know me, once I start something, just have to keep going, make it better than the day before…and you know…he's such a wonderful person why wouldn't I be this…attached?" George added, "more like obsessed!" Ron piped up from the bed, "consumed!" Fred looked her in the eye, "completely…hilarious!!!!" fred seemed to be taking this as some sort of clever joke. George soon started in. Their laughter echoed down the stairs to where Harry was twiddling his thumbs while talking to Mrs. Weasley in low voices.
Ron seemed startled, and gave a hesitant grin, but it soon faded. Fred and George seemed to have gone out of control. They cackled and roared with laughter. Ginny looked quite frightened indeed while sinking lower into her chair.
Ron bolted from the room, and Fred and George calmed down instantly. They looked her severly in the face, and said, " Look Ginny, we'll take care of it. Don't worry about what Harry will do. Don't mention anything to anybody. We are trained professionals…well actually we aren't but we've go an idea." Ginny nodded desperatly and they started in on a plan. Harry's sanity was at risk.
Will be continued soon!