Light spilled in through the window, forming golden bars across Ginny Weasley's bed, waking her with its warm, blinding touch. With a yawn, she stretched her arms out in a salute to the sun, feeling sluggish but satisfied from the night's rest.
"I must have fallen asleep writing in my journal," she thought, noticing a large inkblot on her coverlet. Suddenly memories from the day before inundated her mind—sardonic Draco Malfoy mocking her breast size again…Ginny telling Neville to inform the other boys of her ho status…
"Oh Merlin," she thought, "Was I really so upset that I told Nev to do that?"
Judging by the tearstains on her pillowcase, she had been. Throwing the covers off and deciding to sport the 'wrinkled but sexy look' for the day, she ran out of the dorm and ran downstairs, hoping to find some boy who would tell her that Neville really hadn't told anyone that she was a woman of loose morals.
Harry Potter, that ubiquitous raven-haired dreamboat, sat curled up in a comfy chair, hard at work at something.
He gave her a strange smile, "Hullo Ginny, why're you up so early?"
Wavy red hair sticking up in all directions, she answered irresolutely, "No reason."
He gave her a wink. "Sure."
Oh God. In her present disheveled state, Ginny really did look as though she had just come out of a good shag in the Astronomy Tower.
"Um, Harry, by any chance did Neville say anything about me last night?"
"Well…Let's just say you pull off the innocent girl look real well."
She started to give him a speech about how it had all been stupidity, stopping herself when she realized that he was laughing.
"Come on, Gin," he said, patting her on the arm, "You know I didn't believe him. You blush when you get within ten kilometers of a guy."
As if on cue, her face turned a familiar shade of crimson.
***
Even though it was hardly 8 o'clock, things were getting weirder for Ginny every minute. Though she normally sat alone at the very far end of the Gryffindor table, she was surrounded by people—and not just people—boys. Boys whose names she could barely remember were now talking to her. Was it just her mind or was Seamus Finnigan, the sandy-haired hottie of the Gryffindor House, trying to get a good gander down the front of her robe?
Ron, however, sat on the opposite end of the table, looking rather surly (even for Ron) and shooting venomous stares at Ginny, while Hermione was obviously trying to pacify him.
"So watcha doin tonight?" a male voice said.
"Huh? What?" Ginny mumbled, snapping out of her trance and turning to see Seamus staring expectantly at her.
"It's Friday. I was thinking that maybe, you know, you'd like to do something with me."
"Okay. Sounds good." Ginny tried to dispel her excitement—her first date and with no less than with Seamus "future underwear model" Finnigan!
The other boys surrounding her exchanged glances of bitter disappointment. Those who didn't frown realized that according to Neville, Ginny would be free by the next morning, ready for a new man.
The fact that Harry Potter looked particularly distressed seemed very odd to Ginny.
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