Happy Crapentine's Day.
 
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...well, maybe the computer. no, wait! *in a
defeated voice* the computer's my parents. Well anyway, i wrote this story
some where around Valentine's Day because i was bored and-and OH ALRIGHT! i
was single and bitter. Actually, it was supposed to be a sad fic but i
decided half-way through that it should be a drama/humor. I won't keep you
waiting any longer now. Remember, exits to your left and please don't forget
to review!
 
 Chapter 1: I've Grown Up
Dammit!
 
 'Five more beads left...there done!' though Ginny Weasley. She placed
the necklace on her yellow and scarlet bedspread. Sitting cross-legged she
stared down at her handy-work. A necklace composed of gold and scarlet glass
beads with a small golden snitch pendant. She looked up at her calendar, it
was the eleventh of February which meant that Valentine's Day was almost
here. She smiled and put the necklace in her pocket, picked up her books and
went to class. Walking down the hallway, she spotted Hermione standing on
the side of the hall in the arms of Dean Thomas. 'Last week it was seamus
Finnigan.' though Ginny slightly annoyed. She walked on furiously and
slammed into someone. Ginny looked up and saw the boy she'd been in love
with since that day at Platform nine and three quarters, Harry Potter. She
stared intently at his brilliant green eyes, his unkept hair, his adorable
lob-sided smile and his lightening shaped scar. Ginny blushed four shades
redder than her growing mid-waist length hair. Harry stretched out his hand
to Ginny who took it.
 "You alright, Ginny? Took a nasty spill, you did." asked Harry picking
up his and Ginny's books.
 "Ummm...err-Yeah, I'm fine. The question is...uhhh-um...are you
alright?" , squeaked Ginny shyly.
 "Of course I'm fine, after all, I'm not the one who fell, right?"
 "Right...well...(heh) um...hmmm...bye!" said Ginny as she immediately
bolted from the hallway, leaving Harry bewildered. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!
That was sooo dumb of me! The question is are you alright?! What the hell
was I thinking?!' thought Ginny angrily in class as she banged her head
repeatedly on the desk.
 "Keep that up and you'll have a nice looking dent on your forehead."
commented someone jokingly.
 Ginny looked up to see her best friend, Colin Creevy.
 "What's wrong, Gigi?" asked Colin, dark green eyes narrowing with
concern. "Did that Harry ignore you again? Ugh! To think, I used to idolize
that jerk!"
 "Stop! It wasn't that, I just don't know why Harry still sees me as a
young, naïve little girl! I'm fifteen!!!" she whispered to Colin. Except
she said I'm fifteen a little to loud causing Professor Snape to turning
around.
 "I'm very glad you know how old you are, Ms. Weasley, but you certainly
aren't acting it. Five points will be deducted from Griffindor." said Snape.
A couple people in the class laughed and one (presumably a Slytherin)
shouted out SPAZZ! which brought more laughs to the classroom.
 After dinner, Ginny walked slowly up to her common room. "Pucca" said
Ginny in a monotone. The portrait door swung open and she stomped sadly in
the common room
to see Dean and Hermione kissing madly. Hermione broke away from the many
arms of Dean.
 "Hey Ginny!" she flashed Ginny her mega-watt smile.
 "Hi Hermy. Hi Dean."
 "Whaaaaa?" said Dean, half dazed and half drooling.
 "Ginny, you wanna go for some butter beers, I could sure use some!" asked
Hermione.
 "Sure. Let me drop off my books first."
 The two girls went to the Three Broomsticks and had their butter beers.
"...And I was like, hey! I went out with that guy too!" said Hermione who
sounded like the bubbles popping inside her empty head.
 "Mm-hm...uh-huh Sure, whatever." said Ginny uninterested. They came back
to find George and Fred rolling over the floor and laughing, joined with the
rest of the common room. Neville had just ate a Canary Cream and sprouted
yellow feathers. Hermione walked over to Dean and sat down next to him, he
immediately put his arm around her, like if he didn't do it his world would
crumble. Ginny turned away but caught a glimpse of Hermione winking to
Lavender Brown, who was surprised but happy. Ginny sighed and walked to her
room then plopped on to her bed. She pulled the warm blanket up to her chin
and drifted off.
 The next late morning, Ginny walked cautiously though the halls to
lunch. She didn't want to meet Harry like that again. While thinking about
how embarrassed she was, she turned the corner and walked right into
someone...