Windows to the Soul
By Ettare
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and I own no other reference to anything else.
Date: 6/13/04
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Chapter 2
I never have been able to figure out how Hermione fell for an insufferable prat like my brother. He's just so thick and unbearable. Though I'll never figure out how I fell for Harry all those years ago either. I must have been insane. That's the only explanation I can think of. He just sounded so nice and appealing when Ron talked about him the summer before my first year.
Ah yes, my first year. The dreaded subject among my family, and they didn't even experience it! I really don't see what the big deal is with them anyway.

I mean, they weren't the one ordering a giant snake to go and kill people. They didn't feel Voldemort creeping in the back of their conscious, whispering words of vice, feel the adrenaline rush of knowing what you were doing was erroneous, and you could get caught. They weren't there, lying on the cold, damp stone floor with their life slowly being stripped away. So I really don't get it. They have no idea. I guess that's what they fear. My family doesn't want to know what happened. They're afraid. I want to laugh at them hysterically. How stupid could they get?

Thus, here Hermione and I are. We're sneaking down the stairs to get back at Ron. Even though that's what I told Hermione, I think it's really a little bit of revenge on my part. Why revenge, you ask? I have my reasons, let me assure you.

Oh no, the stair just creaked under my last step. They probably didn't hear it though. Hermione and I are both frozen, waiting to see if they did hear us. Good, they didn't. We both continued on our way and saw a note stuck on the wall.

I pulled it off and read it. When done, I handed it to Hermione, smiling wickedly. This was perfect. Mum had gone to get ingredients for supper and wouldn't be back for at least two hours. Oh yes, this was working into my plan perfectly. Now, what was that spell again? Oh right, I remember now. Perfect.
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Hermione finished reading and handed Ginny the letter. She too now had a smile on her face. The plan was set. Ginny figured that after living with Fred and George for so long, they must have rubbed off on her. And now that Ron, Harry, Hermione, and she were the only ones there, it would make the plan so much easier.

Hermione stepped into the kitchen where the boys were still chatting. Ginny readied herself and waited for the sign.

"Hi boys," Ginny heard from the kitchen. She held her breath and closed her eyes. She could feel the cool wall behind her. She listened and noticed the storm had stopped.

"Pity," she muttered to herself. It was then that she heard Hermione slam the door behind her. The boys were currently outside with her. She ran out and spotted them near the edge of the forest.

Drawing things that she normally pushed away inside of her out, she let the power take control. She felt like she was leaving her body and a bitter cold seeped into her. An odd wind picked up and she heard two boys scream in the background.

She was back in her body and running sloppily back towards the house with Hermione, the boys hot on their trail. She forced the door shut and locked it quickly. Hermione was already on her way to lock the front door.

The other girl came back on the two of them slid down onto the floor and laughed. The boys were still pounding angrily on the windows.

"G-go up t-to my r-room and g-get your c-camera," the redhead managed to stutter between laughs. Hermione nodded her head and went, laughing up the stairs to the youngest Weasley's room.

Ginny pulled herself up slowing and managed to walk over to the window the two boys were pounding on. Ginny sat their confiscated wands down on the table and peered out at them. She hadn't felt this happy in a very long time.
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Harry was furious! How could the girls do that? He noticed Ron was just as angry and was now shouting through the glass for them to undo the spell. He watched as Hermione left the room and Ginny stood up. Ginny Weasley, now she was something he didn't want to think about.

She had been plaguing his thoughts for quite some time now and it only seemed to get worse. Just the other morning he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her! Sure he still thought about Sirius and how stupid he had been to get him killed. No, no he couldn't think about that now. Not when he was naked down to his underwear in the Weasley's back lawn!

That's what the two of them had done. Then they magically dyed Ron's and his underwear pink and stripped them down to their underwear. Pink, of all the colors, they had to choose pink. Ron was still frantically hammering on the window and Harry had to admit that pink just didn't go well with Ron's flaming red hair. Though, both of their bodies had turned red with embarrassment and they looked like they had lain out in the sun for far too long.

Harry watched Ginny look out at them through the glass. She was smiling a highly amused smile and Harry felt the need to bang his head on something hard. She was looking at him and he was in his knickers! He didn't think he had ever felt more embarrassed in his life.

It was then that Harry saw Hermione come back into the room. Her arms were behind her back and she was still laughing. How could she do that? She was supposed to be his best friend!

He watched her lean towards Ginny and whisper something into the other girl's ear. The girl that often occupied his thoughts laughed and nodded her head. Oh no, what are they planning?
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That was the last thought Harry got before Hermione pulled her arms out from behind her. Several flashes went off and Harry and Ron were left blinded. Ginny and Hermione had agreed that the pictures were torture enough and they would let the boys back in as soon as the camera was safely hidden.

Hermione left once again and put the camera in a secure hiding space. She came back a few minutes later and got ready with Ginny to open the door.

"Come on, Ginny. We can't leave them out there all day." Ginny nodded, but still looked uneasy about letting the humiliated boys back inside.

"You do know that they'll probably kill us?" she offered to Hermione. Hermione bobbed her head up and down but stayed firm that they should let them back indoors.

"Okay, but I still think we should leave them out there." Hermione smiled but went to open the door anyway.

The two males came back into the kitchen. Ron glared at Hermione and Ginny, his cheeks a deep crimson. Ginny noticed that Harry looked more embarrassed than angry. He was looking at his feet and shuffling uncomfortably.

She surprisingly didn't feel any anger. It might just be that she had made a total fool of him and got pictures of it moments ago, though.

"Um," Harry muttered uncertainly, "Ron, before you start yelling, do you think we could get dressed?"

"Oh!" Ginny said surprised. She had forgotten that they were still undressed. She pulled the power within her forth again and used it to put the boys' clothes back on. It seemed a lot easier this time and she wasn't sure that was a good thing.

They were all staring at her with wide eyes. Hermione was the first to say anything.

"I didn't think about it before when we were planning, but we're not allowed to use magic out of school. Why haven't you gotten a letter from the ministry?" Ginny felt herself step backwards unsteadily. She looked at each of them slowly. They looked very shocked, but she didn't wait for the other questions to come. Ginny darted out of the room, her vibrant red hair flying out behind her.
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Why did Hermione have to be so clever? Why did she have to notice that Ginny had used magic outside school? Why ruin it when Ginny had finally felt almost...normal. And why did Harry, Harry Potter, look at her that way?
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