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Ginny was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, with a happy dopey look on her face. Ron noticed and asked, "You alright Ginny? You didn't take anything funny did you?"
"Hmm? What, oh, no," muttered Ginny, snapping awake from her stupor. "I'm just tired, I'm going to bed. G'night." " Good night Ginny," Ron yawned, and leaned back into his Divination essay again. "Crazy old bat," Ron muttered, "two feet of parchment."
Ginny smiled, "G'night Harry." "Uh, g'night," Harry smiled up at her, but inside he was breaking.
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The next morning was a bright and clear Saturday. "I'm sooooo glad we can wear muggle clothes on the weekends," Ginny muttered as she looked at all of her hand-me-down robes. Ginny took practically the whole day to get ready to meet Draco. She had to charm up a whole new outfit, since nothing she had was right for the occasion. She also had to prepare a potion for her hair, seeing as she woke up having a bad hair day.
She also had to do a pretty complex spell to get rid of a zit that had appeared overnight on the middle of her forehead. Her clothes were lying on her bed, already magically ironed. It was a low baby blue ruffle-y tanktop that was very flattering, just the right tightness in all the right places. The matching jean skirt was sprayed with rhinestones and was about five inches above her knees. She also transfigured her normal shoes into matching, heeled strappy sandals. The potion made her hair shiny, ruler- straight, and perfect. After a bit of ultra-glossy lipgloss, she was ready.
And looking at her watch, she saw that she had ten minutes. She looked in the mirror one last time, to see that something was missing. Ginny whipped out her wand, and charmed up a small white rose pendant, and a delicate silver chain. "Perfect," Ginny grinned at her reflection and skipped out into the common room.
Peoples eyebrows shot up and mouths hanged open as Ginny walked down the stairs. All of the guys were grinning, except for two. Harry miserably turned away, and Ron, ears red, stomped up to her. "You're not going to walk around wearing that, Ginny!"
Ginny looked amused, "Watch me." And with that, she strod past her furious brother towards the portrait hole. "I'll write to Mom and tell her how your shirt is to tight and your skirt too short. She turned towards him slowly , all eyes on her. She lifted a thin arched eyebrow and replied, "And I'll tell everyone here about what happened over the summer. You know, the WET day?" Ron's ears reddened even more as she stroll out. She could hear him muttering to the questioning students. "It was wet out, and I..."
Ella followed Ginny out of the portrait hole and asked, "Why weren't you at breakfast or lunch?" Ginny shrugged and said, "I was busy, so I charmed up some sandwiches." "Busy with what? I happen to know that you had no homework or-." "I have to go, see you," interrupted Ginny, and ran walked off. Harry in his Invisibility Cloak followed.
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Draco took only five minutes to prepare to meet Ginny. He put a spell on his hair to make it perfect, and put on his regular robes, detesting anything to do with muggles, including their clothes. He was sitting under the willow tree when she arrived.
"Hi," Ginny blushed and sat down next to him. "She looks hot in those clothes," Draco thought amazed, "but she's still a mudblood lover." "Hey," Draco flashed his famous, charming grin, "I'm so glad to see you. I-I missed you, when you where in the Hospital Wing" Draco looked down, then back up at her sincerely, thinking, "She can't actually be buying this? Then again, I am a great actor." Ginny blushed again and said, "Thanks, that's really sweet of you."
Draco leaned in and whispered, "I really like you, Ginny." "I really l-," but at that moment Draco leaned in closer until their lips met. Ginny put her arms around his neck, bringing him closer, and he put his hands behind her waist. Neither of them noticed Harry's cloak sliding down, or the tear rolling down his cheek.
Ginny was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, with a happy dopey look on her face. Ron noticed and asked, "You alright Ginny? You didn't take anything funny did you?"
"Hmm? What, oh, no," muttered Ginny, snapping awake from her stupor. "I'm just tired, I'm going to bed. G'night." " Good night Ginny," Ron yawned, and leaned back into his Divination essay again. "Crazy old bat," Ron muttered, "two feet of parchment."
Ginny smiled, "G'night Harry." "Uh, g'night," Harry smiled up at her, but inside he was breaking.
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The next morning was a bright and clear Saturday. "I'm sooooo glad we can wear muggle clothes on the weekends," Ginny muttered as she looked at all of her hand-me-down robes. Ginny took practically the whole day to get ready to meet Draco. She had to charm up a whole new outfit, since nothing she had was right for the occasion. She also had to prepare a potion for her hair, seeing as she woke up having a bad hair day.
She also had to do a pretty complex spell to get rid of a zit that had appeared overnight on the middle of her forehead. Her clothes were lying on her bed, already magically ironed. It was a low baby blue ruffle-y tanktop that was very flattering, just the right tightness in all the right places. The matching jean skirt was sprayed with rhinestones and was about five inches above her knees. She also transfigured her normal shoes into matching, heeled strappy sandals. The potion made her hair shiny, ruler- straight, and perfect. After a bit of ultra-glossy lipgloss, she was ready.
And looking at her watch, she saw that she had ten minutes. She looked in the mirror one last time, to see that something was missing. Ginny whipped out her wand, and charmed up a small white rose pendant, and a delicate silver chain. "Perfect," Ginny grinned at her reflection and skipped out into the common room.
Peoples eyebrows shot up and mouths hanged open as Ginny walked down the stairs. All of the guys were grinning, except for two. Harry miserably turned away, and Ron, ears red, stomped up to her. "You're not going to walk around wearing that, Ginny!"
Ginny looked amused, "Watch me." And with that, she strod past her furious brother towards the portrait hole. "I'll write to Mom and tell her how your shirt is to tight and your skirt too short. She turned towards him slowly , all eyes on her. She lifted a thin arched eyebrow and replied, "And I'll tell everyone here about what happened over the summer. You know, the WET day?" Ron's ears reddened even more as she stroll out. She could hear him muttering to the questioning students. "It was wet out, and I..."
Ella followed Ginny out of the portrait hole and asked, "Why weren't you at breakfast or lunch?" Ginny shrugged and said, "I was busy, so I charmed up some sandwiches." "Busy with what? I happen to know that you had no homework or-." "I have to go, see you," interrupted Ginny, and ran walked off. Harry in his Invisibility Cloak followed.
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Draco took only five minutes to prepare to meet Ginny. He put a spell on his hair to make it perfect, and put on his regular robes, detesting anything to do with muggles, including their clothes. He was sitting under the willow tree when she arrived.
"Hi," Ginny blushed and sat down next to him. "She looks hot in those clothes," Draco thought amazed, "but she's still a mudblood lover." "Hey," Draco flashed his famous, charming grin, "I'm so glad to see you. I-I missed you, when you where in the Hospital Wing" Draco looked down, then back up at her sincerely, thinking, "She can't actually be buying this? Then again, I am a great actor." Ginny blushed again and said, "Thanks, that's really sweet of you."
Draco leaned in and whispered, "I really like you, Ginny." "I really l-," but at that moment Draco leaned in closer until their lips met. Ginny put her arms around his neck, bringing him closer, and he put his hands behind her waist. Neither of them noticed Harry's cloak sliding down, or the tear rolling down his cheek.