Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
Ginny could hardly contain herself—She, little Ginny Weasley, would be going on a date with SEAMUS FINNIGAN (hottie extraordinaire) in less than three hours! Having never been on a date, she was extremely nervous. She sat in the fourth-year dormitory, her mind filled with questions, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror across from her bed.
A knock sounded at the door, and she turned to see the bushy-headed Hermione poke her head in. As Ginny was an excruciatingly shy girl, Hermione was one of Ginny's only friends. Although initially Ginny thought that Hermione was being nice because she was Ron's kid sister, the two gradually became the best of friends.
"Hey Gin, you all right?"
"Yeah."
"Ron sure blew a fuse," she chuckled. "But don't worry. He just feels…threatened, I guess. He acted the same way when Victor took me to the Yule Ball last year."
Blushing, Hermione changed the subject quickly once she realized that she was talking about Ron, a very sensitive subject.
"So, do you need any help getting ready for your date?" she asked, winking.
Ginny's eyes lit up. "Yes! I can't figure out what to wear! Is that stupid?"
"No, not at all, Gin. Don't worry about it. I'm sure Lav and Parv would love to help you, especially since your brother is 'like the cutest boy in school,'" she said, imitating the voices of the giggle twins.
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Oh GOD. Seamus was staring at her chest again. The two sat by the lake, in a situation that would have been very romantic had her knight in shining armor not been staring at breasts. The shirt she had borrowed from Lavender was magically charmed to accentuate curves, making Ginny looking less like a beanpole and more like a French prostitute named La Belle.
"And there I was, holding the quaffle…"
He was droning on and on about some really important Quidditch game, which of course meant nothing to Ginny. All six of her brothers played Quidditch very well, and so Seamus's story failed to capture her interest…She really couldn't help but feel sorry for a boy who measured his life's value in the Quidditch goals he scored…Maybe there was more to life than being really, really good-looking.
"…And then after the game, this agent came up to me and said, 'Have you ever considered modeling,' which of course I had because, hey, I'm an attractive guy, right? So now I have this whole contract thing to model Quidditch gear…"
Ginny nodded absently. How was it that someone so utterly insipid had so many girlfriends? Of course, she reasoned, his girlfriends were probably just as dull. She passed the time by counting the stars in the sky and was up to 127 before Seamus did something that knocked her counting off-track—he kissed her!
But before Ginny could really get into the kiss, she was rudely interrupted by two identical voices.
"Get your hands off her!" they yelled in unison as Ginny turned to see Fred and George, war looks plastered on their faces, armed with their bludger clubs, ready to strike.
Seamus ran away, screaming, "I'm too pretty to get hurt!"
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I apologize for the brevity of this chapter…I'm just sort of frustrated with the way this fic is going. I'm thinking of just scrapping it, so if you liked it, review and let me know. Oh, and the phrase "really, really good-looking" is borrowed from the movie Zoolander.