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To Shady: Hermione is born in October, not Ron.
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Ginny Weasley couldn't help but roll her eyes as Shannon Isthmus, one of her best friends, droned on and on about her new owl. Shannon, although Ginny knew she meant well, had the tendency of rubbing her wealth in Ginny's face.
"Oh! Ginny, I just noticed, your hair, it looks ever so pretty." Ginny smiled,
"Thanks, Shannon." Shannon twirled her own milk-chocolate colored hair around her index-finger, thoughtfully,
"You know, Ginny, I think that you definitely need to find yourself a boyfriend this year so that next year when we leave Hogwarts you can get married." Ginny's eyes widened,
"Get married?! Are you nuts, Shannon? I mean, I know you are, but I just couldn't." Shannon smiled, gazing at the small pearl engagement ring, her longtime boyfriend Colin Creevey had given her. She snapped out of her momentary daydream quickly,
"Ginny, you're not that shy eleven year old girl anymore, you need to grow up. Accept the fact that marriage is one of our only options! I mean, lets not forget, Ginny, you haven't even lost your virginity yet!"
Ginny, irritated, turned toward the window. Why did Shannon have to keep bringing that up?
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Lavender looked up from the article in CosmoWitch! she was looking at on the top ten hottest wizards,
"We'd better have a few balls this year, don't you think so, Parvati?"
Parvati was, surprisingly enough, writing out a plan on how to get onto the Quidditch team. She chewed her bottom lip hesitantly, before putting away the paper,
"Oh, yes. I hope so. Who's number one, Lavender?" Lavender glanced at the glossy moving pictures in the magazine, "Harry." Parvati raised her eyebrows,
"Really?"
"Really." Parvati smiled evenly,
"In that case you should break it off with Seamus and start flirting your ass off with Harry." Lavender looked at Parvati suspiciously,
"Why me?" Parvati groaned,
"Because, Lavender, I've already been out with Harry, he's a bore to me. We just don't go well together. You, however might go perfectly with him." Lavender narrowed her eyes, dubiously,
"I think this is part of your little scheme, Parvati, but I'll play along." Parvati smiled sarcastically,
"Thank you, Mrs. Potter." Lavender shuddered,
"I like Lavender Finnigan better than Lavender Potter." Parvati rolled her eyes,
"Oh, give me a break, Lavender!"
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Ron shook Harry awake,
"Harry, we're here, c'mon we need to get going, I can't wait for that feast, I'm starved!" Harry calmly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Ron smiled at him and Harry knew that neither of them needed to say it: they were glad to be back.
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Hermione stood, waiting nervously for Professor McGonagall outside her office. She was to be told who would be Head Boy before the feast and she was extremely nervous. She would have to work together with whomever was Head Boy so it was imperative that she was comfortable with the situation.
"Well, if it isn't little Mudblood Granger. Don't tell me you want extra credit from McGonagall, already," Draco Malfoy smirked. Hermione was surprised and disgusted to see that Malfoy's hair was even greasier than the previous year. She loathed the way he looked down on her from his height and she wanted nothing more than to twist his arm out of his socket.
"Actually, Malfoy, it just so happens that I'm Head Girl, so you'd better not step a toe out of line, this year." She waited, feeling very sure of herself. His eyes grew to the size of saucers but he remained in his position, leaning against the wall.
"It's today Granger, that I feel very pleased indeed, to be able to burst your bubble, for I am Head Boy."
To Shady: Hermione is born in October, not Ron.
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Ginny Weasley couldn't help but roll her eyes as Shannon Isthmus, one of her best friends, droned on and on about her new owl. Shannon, although Ginny knew she meant well, had the tendency of rubbing her wealth in Ginny's face.
"Oh! Ginny, I just noticed, your hair, it looks ever so pretty." Ginny smiled,
"Thanks, Shannon." Shannon twirled her own milk-chocolate colored hair around her index-finger, thoughtfully,
"You know, Ginny, I think that you definitely need to find yourself a boyfriend this year so that next year when we leave Hogwarts you can get married." Ginny's eyes widened,
"Get married?! Are you nuts, Shannon? I mean, I know you are, but I just couldn't." Shannon smiled, gazing at the small pearl engagement ring, her longtime boyfriend Colin Creevey had given her. She snapped out of her momentary daydream quickly,
"Ginny, you're not that shy eleven year old girl anymore, you need to grow up. Accept the fact that marriage is one of our only options! I mean, lets not forget, Ginny, you haven't even lost your virginity yet!"
Ginny, irritated, turned toward the window. Why did Shannon have to keep bringing that up?
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Lavender looked up from the article in CosmoWitch! she was looking at on the top ten hottest wizards,
"We'd better have a few balls this year, don't you think so, Parvati?"
Parvati was, surprisingly enough, writing out a plan on how to get onto the Quidditch team. She chewed her bottom lip hesitantly, before putting away the paper,
"Oh, yes. I hope so. Who's number one, Lavender?" Lavender glanced at the glossy moving pictures in the magazine, "Harry." Parvati raised her eyebrows,
"Really?"
"Really." Parvati smiled evenly,
"In that case you should break it off with Seamus and start flirting your ass off with Harry." Lavender looked at Parvati suspiciously,
"Why me?" Parvati groaned,
"Because, Lavender, I've already been out with Harry, he's a bore to me. We just don't go well together. You, however might go perfectly with him." Lavender narrowed her eyes, dubiously,
"I think this is part of your little scheme, Parvati, but I'll play along." Parvati smiled sarcastically,
"Thank you, Mrs. Potter." Lavender shuddered,
"I like Lavender Finnigan better than Lavender Potter." Parvati rolled her eyes,
"Oh, give me a break, Lavender!"
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Ron shook Harry awake,
"Harry, we're here, c'mon we need to get going, I can't wait for that feast, I'm starved!" Harry calmly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Ron smiled at him and Harry knew that neither of them needed to say it: they were glad to be back.
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Hermione stood, waiting nervously for Professor McGonagall outside her office. She was to be told who would be Head Boy before the feast and she was extremely nervous. She would have to work together with whomever was Head Boy so it was imperative that she was comfortable with the situation.
"Well, if it isn't little Mudblood Granger. Don't tell me you want extra credit from McGonagall, already," Draco Malfoy smirked. Hermione was surprised and disgusted to see that Malfoy's hair was even greasier than the previous year. She loathed the way he looked down on her from his height and she wanted nothing more than to twist his arm out of his socket.
"Actually, Malfoy, it just so happens that I'm Head Girl, so you'd better not step a toe out of line, this year." She waited, feeling very sure of herself. His eyes grew to the size of saucers but he remained in his position, leaning against the wall.
"It's today Granger, that I feel very pleased indeed, to be able to burst your bubble, for I am Head Boy."