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Chapter 17

    Ginny read over her letter. A few words were smudged from a small amount of tears that landed on it. She was feeling relatively weary from her day.

    "I'm so tired," she yawned. "I mustn't take a nap. Not now," but every second that passed, she grew more and more fatigued. "Mum! Can you apparate me a coffee?" she yelled weakly from the garden.

    "How tall?" Mrs. Weasley shouted from the kitchen. Ginny knew she was in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was always in the kitchen, especially on days like these when guests were visiting.

    Ginny didn't respond as she was in the middle of dozing off to a dreamy slumber.

    She was back again to the last Quidditch match of the school year. Ginny grabs the Snitch. "Hey, Chang! Looking for this?" she taunts. Suddenly, Ginny loses grip of the ball, and it falls out of her hand. Cho is quick and dives for it. She catches the Snitch instead. The Gryffindor stands are booing at Ginny and the other houses are singing "Weasley is our Queen" as Angelina Johnson spits on her. Cho throws it over to Ginny as she says, "I don't need this anymore! You take it! It's useless . . . like you!" and several guys from each house come to praise her.

    Ginny is mortified at the negative outcome of the game. "What-What happened? What-How-How did I go wrong?" Fred and George come into the field to greet her after everyone leaves, only Fred and George are female.

    "Freda and Georgette?" she asks. They look almost as if Ginny were three years older.

    "Right, don't you recognize your sisters?" says Freda, flipping her shoulder-length red hair with blonde high-lights. She was in bright pink robes.

    "I guess," Ginny replies, looking at her feet.

    "Anyway, we're here to help!" Georgette says as she bobs her head to the left. She tugs at a purple ribbon tied around one of her pigtails which matches her lavender robes.

    "Help me with what?"

    "You're fashion sense!" the twins yell in unison and then giggle.

    "That get-up will just not do!" says Freda, looking Ginny up and down.

    "This is uniform!" Ginny exclaims.

    "Right . . . but you could have added some pepper to it!" Georgette says with a smile, her voice getting higher and squeakier after every word.

    "As Gryffindor Seeker, it's your time to shine!" Freda adds. Ginny is speechless at the nonsense they are speaking of, but she isn't as shook-up over her brothers turning into girls.

    "You should have borrowed my gold scarf to match that thing you're holding," Georgette says, pointing to Ginny's clutched hand.

    "You mean the golden Snitch?" Ginny asks, showing it to her.

    "Yeah . . . right . . . it's cute. Hey, why don't we call it a Glitteral?" Freda says.

    "Great idea, Freda! You were always the smart one!" Georgette praises. "We can sell it in our new boutique on Diagon Alley!"

    "Boutique?" asks Ginny.

    "Right, our new shop, Wuzzy Fuzzies!" Freda exclaims. "Don't you remember?" Ginny is silent.

    "Oh, Ginny-Winny! You silly girl! I bet you've been spending too much time drooling over that Potter boy to remember!" Georgette says and bounces up and down, giggling.

    "Er—what do you sell at, uh, Wuzzy . . . is it Fuzzies?" Ginny asks, not too interested.

    "Oh, everything a witch could ask for!" Freda exclaims.

    "Yeah, we were sick of all those drab robe shops. We decided to make our own robes instead and sell them!" Georgette informs. "We also have charm bracelets and sparkly quill pens, and lots of other stuff!"

    "Anyway, you can have anything you want from the store! We know you have to look good when Harry comes! Oh, there he is!" says Freda, pointing at an approaching figure. It indeed turns out to be Harry.

    "Hi, Ginny," he says, "Hi, girls," he says to Freda and Georgette as they giggle.

    "Oh, he's so cute!" Georgette squeals.

    "Yeah! But, Harry!" Freda says and she gives Harry a flirtatious slap on the arm. "You weren't supposed to come yet! We weren't done making Ginny look good for your date!"

    Ginny rolls her eyes. This couldn't be less embarrassing then losing the Snitch. "What date? And I'm fine, you two."

    "Yeah, she already looks good to me," says Harry.

    "Awwwww!" Freda and Georgette exclaim in unison.

    "That reminds me. I've got to get ready for my date with Lee Jordan!" Georgette informs.

    "What? But I've got to get ready for my date with Lee!" Freda yells.

    "No, he asked me to go to Madame Puddifoot's this morning!" Georgette bickers.

    "Well, he asked me yesterday in Herbology! He gave me a moontulip!" argues Freda, pulling a wilted blue flower from the inside pocket of her robes.

    "A moontulip? That's all? I know he likes me better! He gave me his Prefect badge!" Georgette boasts as Freda gasps.

    "Wait a minute! Lee isn't a Prefect! That's Ron's badge!" Freda shouted. The two continue to dispute on one another.

    "Hey, do you want to--" Harry says.

    "Leave?" Ginny finishes and Harry smiles. They both depart from the scene and head over to the Beech tree by the lake and sit down. There are a several number of students scattered about, but to Ginny's surprise, she doesn't receive any further snarls—except from Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls, but they were being ignored.

    "Sorry I didn't see the game. I had to do something for a friend. How did it go?" Harry asks. Ginny doesn't want to look him in the eye, but she does anyway.

    "Terrible! I thought I caught the Glitteral, but then I dropped it!" Ginny cries, and Harry puts his hand on her shoulder.

    "It's okay," he says as his hand moves over to the back of Ginny's neck. His face is coming closer to her face and a kiss follows.

    "Oooh! Make-out party! I feel bad for your future kids! They'll have losers as parents!" Pansy torments, and her band laughs and howls. They are still being ignored. Ginny is very grateful for confiding in Harry, and she hardly notices a large tentacle slyly emerging from the lake and grabbing Pansy and pulling her in.

    Ginny woke-up with her eyes still closed, but with a slight smile on her face. She eventually stood up, stretched and looked at her watch. "It's almost evening which means Hermione will be here soon!"

    Ginny skipped into the house and up to her room. She was expecting it to be empty when she entered, but instead, she found two similar faces staring back at her.