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Love/Hate Relationship

Chapter Seven: Funny Valentine

Ginny refused to wipe her smirk off all day when she passed Harry in the halls, which was often.

"I won," she would remind him. "Pay up."

And at every meal, he claimed he would do it at the next.

Hermione and Ron spent the day in Hogsmeade, like most of the third, fourth, fifth and sixth years. Ginny spent her day a) working on homework, b) talking with Dean, and c) smirking. Mostly C.

Once dinner came around, Ron and Hermione had still not returned. That was fine; they weren't fighting anymore, which was good, especially since they had a tendency to give Ginny and all her O.W.L. frenzy a headache.

"Time to pay," Ginny said in a singsong voice as she and Harry sat down to dinner.

"Meh," Harry grunted. (A/N: Ha, Sherina!)

"You have to."

"Meh."

Someone passed a card under the table and onto her lap. She looked at it and smirked. "Ah. My valentine for Ron and Hermione."

She looked at the inside. It read, "We would greatly appreciate it if you kept your fights and your snogging out of the common room. Happy Valentine's Day! Signed, Gryffindor.

Indeed, every Gryffindor but Harry had signed. He snatched a quill and scribbled a note as well.

Please.

Ginny laughed as she closed the card and slipped it into her bag. Harry caught a glimpse of the drawing on the cover. It was the picture from a few days before, only with added color.

Ginny decided she would see how long it would take her glaring at Harry to make him pay up on his side of the bet. She fixed a stare on him and waited to see how long he would noticed. She continued to unblinkingly stare until he was fully creeped.

"Would you stop that?"

"It works."

"Yes, I'll pay! Fine!"

He continued to grumble under his breath as he stood up on the table, his cheeks bright red and his ears a shade to rival Ron's.

"ATTENTION, EVERYONE!" Ginny roared.

Instantly there was silence. Everyone turned to stare at Harry.

"Uh..." he stammered. "I-I..."

"We're waiting," Ginny said loudly.

"Er..." Ow, screw it, Harry thought. He almost said it, what Ginny had told him to. Then he realized the true purpose of her plan, what she had really wanted to hear. A moment before the words passed through his lips, he realized: I understand women!

"I've fallen in love with Ginny Weasley," he blurted.

A long ripple of gasps resounded from the mouths of every girl in the Great Hall. Even McGonagall, Vector, Sprout, Sinstra and Carter looked surprised, before the looks on their faces faded to faint delight.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Ginny," Harry said.

Happy tears were in Ginny's eyes. Harry dropped back onto the bench and she pulled his lips down onto hers in a sweet kiss. Every single female instantly said:

"Aww!"

Then they turned and began gossiping amongst themselves.

"Happy Valentine's Day indeed," Ginny said, smiling, as they broke apart.

She turned, pointed her wand at her throat, and whispered, "Sonorus!"

Her voice bounced off the walls as she said, "SEVERUS SNAPE SLEEPS WITH A STUFFED RABBIT!"

Once again, there was the curious effect of gasps from everyone in the hall. This time, though, it was followed by laughter and a deep red color forming in Snape's face.

"Quietus," Ginny whispered.

Meanwhile, at the back of the hall, Ron and Hermione entered hand in hand. They saw Ginny and Harry, who, once again, were kissing, and yelped.

"What'd I miss?" Ron said confusedly.

"A very, very funny Valentine!" Dean laughed.

"A funny Valentine indeed," Hermione said, beaming.

(And in big cursive letters in the air form the words while a choir sings them:)

THE END!