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'Cause I'm your lady, and you are my man,
Whenever you're near me, I wanna turn on the fan! (Hahaha! I love making my own words!)
I borrowed Harry and Ginny, but I didn't borrow Stan,
Nobody caught me, but even so, I ran... Hmmm... I don't like that poem... Your last one was better...
Adaptation of Binky's Poem (from Arthur; my favorite show ever!)
People think I can't write a poem,
But they are so wrong.
I can write a poem,
I wrote this one,
I wrote this poem,
And I gave it the title,
"Jamie's Poem."
So shut up.
The End.
*LOL... That's right, I'm psycho, and I'm even more so today! Such a hyper mood! Spring is coming... It was sooo nice today, I could jump. But I had to carry a violin, a thirty pound backpack, and a bag with my sewing project a whole mile home.*
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A/N- Just so you know, this is from both Harry and Ginny's point of view.
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Ginny sat comfortably on the sofa in front of the common room fireplace, a new sewing project in her lap. The costume that had brought her and Harry together was hanging neatly in the back of her closet. After that nightmare, literally, that I went through to make it, I must say it turned out rather nicely...
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Ginny finally gave up trying to sew it on her own and went to see Professor Berg for help. Professor Berg lifted up the mutilated dress and lifted an eyebrow, shaking her fashionably short blonde hair exasperatedly.
"Ginny, I explained all of this at least twice," Professor Berg scolded her gently. "May I ask what was so important that it took your mind away completely?" Ginny lowered her head, her cheeks flushing yet again, and mumbled incoherent words. Her teacher chuckled.
"Never mind, I know..." Professor Beg smiled. At Ginny's chagrined look, she laughed out loud. "Ginny, I'm only twenty-three, I know what happens to girls' minds when a big dance is coming up... Especially when there's a cute guy in the vicinity." Ginny lifted her shoulders in a hopeless gesture. Gee, can she read minds too? I think she's pretty cool, though... She didn't yell...
"So will you help me fix this?" Ginny pleaded. "I'll stay after lessons, anything, just don't fail me..."
"I'm not going to fail you, but I will expect you to pay attention and know what to do when I instruct you. Fair enough?" Ginny nodded meekly. Whew... That went quite well... "Sit down. We'll work on it right now. Goodness, Miss Weasley, you really have done quite the number on this poor dress!"
A few days of being tutored on the sewing machine, Ginny finally completed the gown in great triumph, but declared to Harry that he wouldn't be allowed to see it until the Ball. He still however did not know that he was expected to wear a costume alongside Ginny. Just gonna have to pop it on him when he least expects it...
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A voice pulled Ginny out of her reverie. "Hi." Harry plopped down next to her and kissed her on the cheek. Are you ready?
"Hi!" Ginny smiled widely. Oh boy, I could get used to this... Must remember plan... "Did Ron tell you when practice is?" Ginny, having secured the position of Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, was thrilled every time she climbed on her broom. Too often had her brothers underestimated her abilities, and this fueled her desire to prove them wrong every time she had a chance.
"After dinner tonight," Harry said, leaning over to look at what she was doing. "What d'ye have there?" Ginny put it behind her, blocking his view. She put a serious face on and turned to look at him.
"Harry, we've been friends for a long time, right?" she said. Harry's head snapped around in alarm. "No, no, not that Harry, I only just got you. You'd do something for me if I really needed you to, right?"
"Yeah," Harry said warily. "What do you want me to do?" Not yet, make him think it's important...
"Promise you won't be rash and say no before I have a chance to speak?" Ginny pressed. Harry looked even more suspicious.
"I suppose," he said carefully. Oh good, he's caving...
"As you know, Halloween's coming up," Ginny began, watching his expression. He nodded. "And there's going to be a ball--" Harry was shaking his head. I have a very bad feeling about this... She's got that look in her eye...
"Ginny--" Harry started. Ginny held up her hand.
"Uh-uh, Harry, you promised," Ginny said, smirking. Harry clamped his mouth shut. "And you said you were going to take me..." Harry shook his head again. Ginny's mouth dropped open.
"Harry! I've waited forever to go to a ball, where no one would step on my feet. Fine, if you really don't want to take me, I'll go ask Colin then," Ginny cried, getting up. Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit again. Heehee...
"No! I mean--I'm taking you," Harry protested. She wouldn't... Would she? "You wouldn't really ask Colin?"
"But you just said--" Ginny said, making herself look confused. It's working... A little more, now...
"I didn't say anything," Harry cried. Ginny opened her mouth, but Harry cut her off. "Okay, what did you want to ask?" Ginny grinned, her eyes sparkling.
"So you get to wear a costume with me! You can come as Prince Charming, okay?" she said happily. "I'll make the costume. I know how to sew now, really I do." You're caught now, mister...
"Do I have to?" Harry complained. "I don't like dressing up."
"Aw, Harry, it won't be so bad," Ginny assured him. "Do you want me to show you?" Harry slumped back.
"Why not, seeing my fate's already sealed," he said, disgruntled. Ginny pulled out her wand.
"Accio book!" she cried, pointing at the table behind her head. She held up her hand and caught the heavy book flying towards her. She scooted over to Harry and opened it.
"Mum gave this to me a long time ago. It's a book of Muggle fairytales. Dad bought it for me," Ginny said, thumbing through the pages. "I got the idea for my dress from here." She pointed to a painting of a flaxen haired maiden in a flowing gown. Harry eyed the picture, deciding he wouldn't mind seeing Ginny in that dress. Red hair is much prettier than blonde any day...
"So what did you have in mind for me?" Harry asked, feeling pretty comfortable. She sure smells good... Ginny flipped through a few more pages coming to rest a large, colorful image. Harry stared at it.
"This!" Ginny said cheerfully. "What do you think?" Harry looked horrified. The prince was wearing a hat covered with drooping feathers and what was that?
"Ginny! He's wearing tights!" Harry cried. I don't care how pretty she looks, or how beautiful... her eyes... look...
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Harry, that was the style back then!"
"I don't care," Harry said stubbornly. "I won't do it." Ginny sighed.
"Fine," she said. "If I make a tunic that will go down to your knees, will you?" He shrugged.
"Show me," he said. Good thing Professor Berg taught me that spell...
"I know a spell Professor Berg taught me, so I could see what I thought, kind of cheating, but hey," Ginny said. She thought for a moment, licked the tip of her wand and held it straight up. "Creo conformatio!" A faint form issued from the tip of her wand. It was the shape of a boy in the costume she wanted. A tunic covered the form from his shoulders to his knees, the tight leggings were still there, but less aggravating. Boots covered his feet and a large hat was perched on his hat. Ballooned sleeves stretched from the form's shoulders to his elbows and a large belt carried a sword.
"That's not so bad," Harry said begrudgingly. "Looks kind of like Robin Hood." Robin Hood was a good guy...
"So you'll do it?" Ginny asked excitedly. Ginny, you are a genius... Harry grinned and slipped his arm around her.
"Looks like I'm yours," he said, hugging her close. Yup, this is a pleasant way to end a conversation... He's nice and warm...
"So where're Ron and Hermione?" Ginny asked, contentedly curled up in his arms.
"Hermione was in the Owlery sending a letter and Ron was somewhere," he answered. Right then the portrait opened and Hermione climbed through, followed by Ron.
"Come on Hermione," Ron was saying. "Who'd you write to?" Hermione came over to sit in the armchair.
"I don't have to tell you Ron, it's none of your business," she said shortly. "I'm not sure your reaction would be quite--civil." Ron huffed and sat on the floor. He looked up at Harry and Ginny and narrowed his eyes.
"Remember Potter, one toe out of line," he warned. Harry groaned, annoyed.
"Ron, you know I wouldn't do that," he complained.
"Maybe not intentionally," Ron said.
"Oh stop it," Ginny said, fed up with Ron's protectiveness. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much. Quidditch practice after dinner," Ron said, glaring at Hermione. "When's dinner anyway? I'm starving." The others laughed.
"What?" Ron grumbled.
"Er--When are you not starving?" Harry asked. Ron thought about that and smiled.
"Good point."
Hermione stood up. "I'm going upstairs to change. I hate these robes." She tugged at the black fabric and walked to the stairs.
"Yeah, me too," Ron said, and headed up to his own dormitory.
"I wonder who Hermione was writing to," Ginny mused. It must be important if she won't show it to Ron...
"Who knows?" Harry said. "Maybe she ordered some books from a catalogue." That did sound reasonable, so she nodded in agreement. Suddenly Hermione came flying down the stairs.
"Harry, Ginny," she said hurriedly. "Did you see anything fall from my robes? Like a letter or something?"
"Sorry," Ginny said. "Just now?" Hermione nodded.
"Nope," Harry said. Hermione's hands were twisting around each other nervously.
"Oh no," she muttered. "Please don't let him--" An angry voice interrupted her.
"Hermione!" Ron bellowed. He was storming into the common room, his face scarlet with anger.
"Hello!" Hermione said, trying to be cheerful and failing. "May I help you?" Ginny was suddenly very afraid.
"I thought you broke it off with Krum!" Ron exclaimed. Harry and Ginny snapped their heads around.
"What?" Harry cried. Ginny was in shock. You're joking...
"I did!" protested Hermione. Ron waved a piece of parchment in the air.
"Looks like a love letter to me!" Ron growled. "From Victor-Bloody-Bulgarian-Krum!" He flung it to the floor. Ginny, when no one was watching, summoned it off the ground and tucked it into her pocket.
"Yes but--" Hermione tried, but Ron was too busy shouting. Ron, shut up...
"I bet you were writing him to tell him that you'd love to get back together, huh?" he said loudly.
"No! I wasn't! Ron, listen--" Hermione wasn't able to another word in. Ginny and Harry were terrified, they had never seen Ron so angry. Remind me never to get Ron that mad... Ginny and Harry both thought.
"Yeah, well how do I know that?" Ron retorted. Hermione took a deep breath.
"You don't," she said flatly. Ron opened his mouth to shout, but nothing came out. Harry inched backwards, pulling Ginny with him. They crept to a dark corner and continued to listen where they would be out of the line of fire.
"Well--you..." Ron continued. "What makes him think he deserves you? Dearest Herm-own-ninny..." Ron cruelly mocked Victor's accent.
"Well, since you believe only what you think--" Hermione said icily, her face hard. "Since you obviously won't listen or trust me, you don't deserve me either." She turned on her heel and stalked up the stairs, her head held high. Ron stared after her, his mouth working, but with no sound. He ran a hand through his red hair in frustration. Ron, I'm going to kill you...
"Fine!" he yelled and sprinted to his own dormitory. The sound of two slamming doors echoed through the tower. Others, who had walked in on the war, stood frozen in silence. They knew Hermione's and Ron's fights, and knew they weren't serious, but this seemed to be really bad.
"Oy!" Seamus Finnigan breathed. "That's bad it is." Everyone silently agreed. Harry and Ginny were still cowering in the corner. Everyone started to talk at once about everything, but mostly about the huge row that had just occurred. Ginny quietly pulled the letter out of her pocket. She carefully unfolded it and squinting in the dim light, she skimmed it. Phrases jumped out at her eyes... You have been on my mind... My feelings for you are very strong... Please reply... I await your answer... No wonder Ron was mad.
Ginny elbowed Harry who still looked dazed. He shook himself. Silently she handed the letter to Harry who adjusted his glasses and quickly read it, his eyes widening. He finally folded it and handed it back.
"No wonder he was mad," Harry breathed. "I know he took it the wrong way though. Hermione wasn't sending a letter to confirm Victor's hopes. You saw how she was hurt that Ron didn't believe her." Ginny's face was turning red, but not from embarrassment, from burning rage.
"I always thought my brother was dumb sometimes, but I never thought he'd go this far," she yelled. "How dare he! If he really cared about her, he'd listen. Oh when I get finished with that idiot!"
"Calm down, Ginny," Harry tried to quiet her. "I'm sure they'll make up soon." He didn't sound convinced though.
"No, Harry," Ginny shook her head. "Not this time. It'll take a miracle. We have to make it."
"Come on, Ginny," Harry frowned. "Let's give them a few days, if they don't, we'll figure something out."
"Fine. Three days, Mr. Potter," Ginny said firmly. "Then I'm stepping in." They shook hands.
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Two and a half days had passed. Ron and Hermione showed no signs of reconciliation. They ignored each other completely. Ron was sullen and snapped at anyone who addressed him. Hermione refused to come to lunch if Ron was present, so it was mostly up to Ginny to bring her food. Between sewing Harry's costume and her homework, she hardly had any free time to be with Harry.
That evening Ginny was reclining on the couch, watching the flames dance in the fire. She heard footsteps behind her and craned her head to look. Harry was coming over and he sat down next to her. She stretched out and put her legs over his lap. He reached over and clasped her hand.
"How's it going?" he asked gently. Ginny yawned.
"So tired," she whispered. She scooted forward and rested her head on his shoulder. "Tired of my brother being a stupid git and Hermione complaining but not doing anything about it. Three days ends tomorrow, Harry, and then I'm putting my two cents in."
"I'm ready," Harry said fervently. "It's been awful."
"Haven't seen much of you," Ginny said. "Too much to do."
"Well, let's talk then," Harry offered. Ginny looked up in amazement. He wants to talk?
"You want to talk?" Ginny grinned. "That's weird--for boys I mean." Harry crossed his eyes at her and stuck out his tongue. She rolled her eyes.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Ginny asked, laying her head down again. Comfy shoulder... I like... Harry thought for a moment.
"What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked, playing with a silky lock of her hair. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"How about we just chat?" she said. I've never chatted with you...
"Okay," Harry agreed. "You start." Ginny racked her brain for a topic.
"Um--Hey, Harry? Would you say you sweat or perspire?" she asked. Harry lifted an eyebrow.
"What kind of a question is that?" he wondered aloud. She brandished her fist at him. "Fine. I sweat. How 'bout you? Do you sweat?"
"I'm a lady, of course I perspire," she said, pretending to be indignant. "Your turn." He thought for a moment and then smiled.
"What do you suppose came first? The chicken or the egg?" he asked. Ginny beamed.
"Why the egg of course!" she smiled, knowing exactly what she was getting at. I like chatting... It's fun...
"Where'd the egg come from, then?" Harry inquired. Ginny tapped her chin.
"From the chicken," she said. "Which came from the egg..."
"Which came from the chicken..." Harry went on. Ginny started to giggle.
"Which came from the egg..." Ginny continued. "And I don't wanna do this anymore." They started to laugh loudly, laughs that soon turned into choking, and then tears.
"Why is this so funny?" Harry gulped, holding his side. Ginny couldn't answer, but she shook her head. I have no idea... Finally, their spasms subsided, and they sat still. They tried to breathe normally.
"Are you done with that costume I'm supposed to wear?" Harry wanted to know.
"Almost, probably tomorrow," Ginny decided. Let us not get off subject... You know you are too easily distracted by those green eyes... Focus... "What are we going to do about the quarreling lovebirds?"
"I think we should talk to them separately," Harry suggested. "Try to show them where they went wrong."
"That might work on Hermione," Ginny sighed. "Not so sure about my brother. Weasleys are stubborn you know."
"Oh boy, don't I!" Harry teased. Ginny glared at him, daring him to finish.
"We'll try it tomorrow," she said. "The ball's in two days, and if they haven't fixed things, well, drastic measures will be in order." And Ron will lose a couple of limbs if he doesn't shape up... I guarantee it...
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A/N- So there you have it! The first part of the second part! I don't suppose that makes sense... Well, it does to me...
Tune in next time to... Go to the Halloween Ball, scheme to fix the shattered relationship, and some good old, cliché broom closet action! Not exactly what you'd expect, though. Very humorous!
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