For disclaimers and so forth please see part 243.


Ginny let out a long, low growl as she entered the Great Hall. Ron had just taken the last seat anywhere near Hermione, in fact Ron had just taken the seat right next to Hermione.
Ron had just taken her seat Damn it !

Ginny continued to growl, though a bit more quietly, as she seated herself next to a chattering group of 1st years.

So instead of spending her lunch hour happily 'Hermione-mouth-gazing' Ginny had to settle for grumpily scowling at her brother.

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The sound of bench's scraping back rang out across the hall, as the bell for the first afternoon lessons rang.
"Finally" sighed Ginny sulkily, as she watched everyone start to file out of the room.

She felt completely and utterly ill, she decided. Having to spend her entire lunch time watching her brother pat Hermione on the shoulder, watch him lean in to whisper something to her, and watch him simply stare at her with silly little googley-hazed eyes was SO not on her list of really fun things to do.
Damn! Didn't he realise that he looked like a right prize pillick.

"Hmmm" Ginny whispered thoughtfully to herself, trying to remember if she had noticed any books on voodoo in the library...........

However she was soon knocked out of her pensive state by a gentle tap on her shoulder. She looked up into the most gentle coffee coloured eyes she had ever known.
"Hi" she slowly exhaled.
"Hey Gin." The owner of the eyes replied fondly, as she bent her head to rest on Ginny's and placed her arm around her shoulders in a quick hug.
"See you later, okay." Hermione said quickly, before heading off ( munching on a bacon strip she had pulled from one of her robe pockets ) to catch up with Harry and Ron.

"Wow!" gasped Ginny breathlessly as she stared out the door her 'Mione had just left through, with what seemed suspiciously like a silly little googley-hazed look on her face.

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A strange thumping noise, and a quiet cackling soon penetrated Ginny's blissful trance.
She turned to notice a gleeful potions master skipping her way.

'Uh-Uh!' thought Ginny, 'No way is THAT going to happen again !'
'Nope.' She decided; Harry, Ron and Hermione might be really good, but no matter how many times they saved the world this year, they simply weren't going to be making up any more than 1500 points for Gryffindor !

Ginny quickly picked herself up and raced out the hall.

"Drat!" exclaimed the potions master disappointedly as his skip suddenly turned into a very melancholy walk.

TBC.......