"They always make people so stupid in romance novels. They're always cowering in humbleness and fear or being very noble and courageous. Its so STUPID!" Ginny Weasly said, rolling around on her bed. Her friend Chiara sat next to her, her long black hair dripping over her shoulders.
"I know, what is WRONG with these people." said the Libyan exchange student. "I mean, one minute they're 'Oh, no, I'll never tell him I love him', the next they are riding each other like jungle men and women."
Ginny giggled. "Yeah, ride em' cowgirl." she said in a southern accent.
Chiara laughed, a deep resonating sound.
"I know."
Ginny flipped through the American magazine. "Redbook has a GAGILLION ways to get into bed with a guy. Maybe they all read it."
Chiara started filing her nails. "I don't know, Americans are crazy."
Ginny started to paint her nails with the bewitched polish. "I wonder if Harry-"
"Oh, no, Ginny, you're still going on with this boy? Why don't you just kiss him, feel him up, and get over it!"
Ginny blushed at the turn "feel him up". "It just doesn't work like that. I mean, I don't work that way. And besides, Harry doesn't notice me anyway."
"You just need to be nohticable, my dahling." she said, trying to imitate Ginny's accent.
Ginny looked at Chiara intently. "You think so? I mean, if I wore something noticable, Mum would get-"
"Who cares about your mum? Is she going to be at Hogwarts with us?"
Harry turned up the Wizards Wireless Network Ron had sent him for his birthday. "-Black excused for all charges, Peter Pettigrew killer, trying to find-"
Harry slammed off the radio and ran downstairs.
"Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley!" he heard a voice call. Sirius Black was standing in his doorway.
"How do you do that?" Harry asked, this being the fourth time Sirius had perfect timing.
"Get your things, we're going home." he said to Harry with a thumbs up sign. Harry scrambled upstairs and gathered all his things, putting them in a nifty shrinking pouch Hagrid got him. He stuck it in his pocket and ran downstairs again.
"Go, get in the car." Sirius gestured out the door. There sat a new and improved version of the Ford Anglia, in its turquoise beauty. Harry ran and got inside. Sirius slammed the door on the Dursley's and rushed into the car, laughing manically.
"I haven't played a trick on anyone in a long time. That was great." Sirius said. Then his tone turned to a less playful note. "I went to see the Weasly's."
"Oh, you did? How's Ron? And Bill, and Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, and Percy and Fred and George?"
Sirius's brows furrowed.
"You forgot one."
"No, I didn't...I got Ron, Fred, George, Percy-" Harry thought for a minute. "Oh, Ginny, yes."
"They're all fine. And the girl, she's, well, she's better than fine actually. She's a number, that one."
"Ginny?" Harry asked with a laugh. "A number? You must be talking about somebody else."
"No, I know a pretty girl when I see one."
Ginny ran her fingers through her hair. It was lush and curly now (HAHA! You all thought it was curly to begin with.) and she was wearing it in two first layer pigtails. She looked down at her outfit. Chiara had let her borrow the shirt, and the hip-huggers were her own, her eyes done up with make-up. Ginny walked out of the train station bathroom. Whistles echoed from either end of the station, mother's looking at her dissaprovingly. Harry's back was turned and she walked up and whispered in his ear, uncharacteristically like the main romance novel character.
"How's it going, Harry?"
Harry turned around. His mind went to teenage boy mode. The first thing he thought was wow, and the second thing he thought was virgin. He had been with a few girls over the summer after he went to Sirius's.
"Perfectly fine." Harry said, back in his regular frame of mind.
"That's good." said the regular shy Ginny.
"You've...changed." Ron said. "How come you weren't like this this summer? How could I not see you?"
"Too busy making out with Hermione?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
Ron stopped talking.
"Yes, you have changed." Hermione said.
"Yeah, your...um..d-"
"I believe the word your looking for is bigger." said a boy in Ginny's year. His name was Jason. "Did you check out Virgo's rack?"
"I told you to stop calling me that!" Ginny said angrily.
"Why not? It's exactly what you are. A fair, pure virgin maid-"
Ginny kneed him in, umm, how do I phrase this? In a private place will work.
Jason squeeled, turned tail, and ran.
"So much for him."
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"I know, what is WRONG with these people." said the Libyan exchange student. "I mean, one minute they're 'Oh, no, I'll never tell him I love him', the next they are riding each other like jungle men and women."
Ginny giggled. "Yeah, ride em' cowgirl." she said in a southern accent.
Chiara laughed, a deep resonating sound.
"I know."
Ginny flipped through the American magazine. "Redbook has a GAGILLION ways to get into bed with a guy. Maybe they all read it."
Chiara started filing her nails. "I don't know, Americans are crazy."
Ginny started to paint her nails with the bewitched polish. "I wonder if Harry-"
"Oh, no, Ginny, you're still going on with this boy? Why don't you just kiss him, feel him up, and get over it!"
Ginny blushed at the turn "feel him up". "It just doesn't work like that. I mean, I don't work that way. And besides, Harry doesn't notice me anyway."
"You just need to be nohticable, my dahling." she said, trying to imitate Ginny's accent.
Ginny looked at Chiara intently. "You think so? I mean, if I wore something noticable, Mum would get-"
"Who cares about your mum? Is she going to be at Hogwarts with us?"
Harry turned up the Wizards Wireless Network Ron had sent him for his birthday. "-Black excused for all charges, Peter Pettigrew killer, trying to find-"
Harry slammed off the radio and ran downstairs.
"Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley!" he heard a voice call. Sirius Black was standing in his doorway.
"How do you do that?" Harry asked, this being the fourth time Sirius had perfect timing.
"Get your things, we're going home." he said to Harry with a thumbs up sign. Harry scrambled upstairs and gathered all his things, putting them in a nifty shrinking pouch Hagrid got him. He stuck it in his pocket and ran downstairs again.
"Go, get in the car." Sirius gestured out the door. There sat a new and improved version of the Ford Anglia, in its turquoise beauty. Harry ran and got inside. Sirius slammed the door on the Dursley's and rushed into the car, laughing manically.
"I haven't played a trick on anyone in a long time. That was great." Sirius said. Then his tone turned to a less playful note. "I went to see the Weasly's."
"Oh, you did? How's Ron? And Bill, and Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, and Percy and Fred and George?"
Sirius's brows furrowed.
"You forgot one."
"No, I didn't...I got Ron, Fred, George, Percy-" Harry thought for a minute. "Oh, Ginny, yes."
"They're all fine. And the girl, she's, well, she's better than fine actually. She's a number, that one."
"Ginny?" Harry asked with a laugh. "A number? You must be talking about somebody else."
"No, I know a pretty girl when I see one."
Ginny ran her fingers through her hair. It was lush and curly now (HAHA! You all thought it was curly to begin with.) and she was wearing it in two first layer pigtails. She looked down at her outfit. Chiara had let her borrow the shirt, and the hip-huggers were her own, her eyes done up with make-up. Ginny walked out of the train station bathroom. Whistles echoed from either end of the station, mother's looking at her dissaprovingly. Harry's back was turned and she walked up and whispered in his ear, uncharacteristically like the main romance novel character.
"How's it going, Harry?"
Harry turned around. His mind went to teenage boy mode. The first thing he thought was wow, and the second thing he thought was virgin. He had been with a few girls over the summer after he went to Sirius's.
"Perfectly fine." Harry said, back in his regular frame of mind.
"That's good." said the regular shy Ginny.
"You've...changed." Ron said. "How come you weren't like this this summer? How could I not see you?"
"Too busy making out with Hermione?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
Ron stopped talking.
"Yes, you have changed." Hermione said.
"Yeah, your...um..d-"
"I believe the word your looking for is bigger." said a boy in Ginny's year. His name was Jason. "Did you check out Virgo's rack?"
"I told you to stop calling me that!" Ginny said angrily.
"Why not? It's exactly what you are. A fair, pure virgin maid-"
Ginny kneed him in, umm, how do I phrase this? In a private place will work.
Jason squeeled, turned tail, and ran.
"So much for him."
R/R. you like? Good. Flame me, beat me, whatever.