I rushed downstairs.

Mum quickly glared at me, obviously still angry, but I ignored her.

Harry was standing there in the main hall, hands in his pockets.

His black hair had gotten shaggier and it hung in his emerald green eyes. He also looked a good bit buffer.

I hugged him.

Over his shoulder I saw Hermione.

"You look great!" Harry said, stepping away from me.

My breath caught in my throat. Quickly regaining my composure, I replied, "I'm no match next to you!"

I saw Hermione staring at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Where is Ron at?" Harry asked.

"He broke his arm," Fred said.

I gasped. No one had told me.

"Seriously?" we asked at the same time.

Hermione shoved past me, ramming me into Harry.

I guess she was hoping he'd be mad or angry, but that wasn't the case.

Instead, I was pushed up against him in a flirtatious way. He 'accidentally' wrapped him arms around my waist as a 'reflex', and I was surprised to find he was very… aroused.

I met his eyes, made sure he was paying attention, the scanned him down to his… lower… area. He blushed and grinned shyly.

I walked away from him, into the kitchen, and looked over my shoulder, smiling sexily. "Are you coming?"

"That does not sound right, given the situation," he chuckled, and chased after me.

We found Ron in a chair.

"Hey," I said. "Are you all right?"

He looked up at me. "I heard mum yell and accusing you of my arm… I don't think… no… I know it wasn't your fault, Ginny."

"Thanks," I said, hugging him. "How's your arm?"

"It's all right," he replied. "It's mended, but I've got this nasty bruise that hurts like Hell."

"What's up, man?" Harry asked Ron, clapping him on the back.

He sighed. "Something's wrong with mother."

I nodded my head. "And… er… did anyone else besides me notice she's put on a little extra weight?"

Ron looked at me, mouth-open. "She has?"

I rolled my eyes. "Wow, you sure are oblivious to the real-world facts!

Hermione entered the room, smiling. "What are you up to, Harry?"

Her hair was now straightened. Hermione was wearing a tight tube top, a black mini skirt, strap heals, large loop earrings and a massive amount of lip-gloss. She looked like a slut.

"Wow," I said in mock amazement. "You sure have changed, but obviously for the worst."

Harry sat down, and much to my disgust, she placed herself in his lap.

An owl swooped into the room. It landed next to me.

The note on it was addressed to 'Ginny' in a weird font.

I unfolded it and my eyes scanned the parchment.

My mouth dropped open and I began to leave the room.

"Ginny, what's up?" Harry asked, concerned.

"She's not only jealous because I got this great new make over, but also because she just cant handle a little competition, and I can." Hermione laughed.

"For your information, Miss Snobby," I spat bitterly. "I'm on the House Quidditch Team. I I live /I off of competitiveness."

I left and ran up to my room.

Pulling out the note, I read it once more.

Run and hide.

I looked at the sheet blankly.

Who would be sending me something like this?

What was the point?

I sighed, wondering what to do.

Should I say anything?

The thought crossed my mind several times that night that maybe it was all just a prank, a joke of no importance, but a nagging feeling at the back of my head told me it was more than that… much, much more than that.

I fell asleep that late at night, and I didn't go down to lunch or dinner.

The next morning I awoke and walked over to my dresser where the paper was lying.

I remember wishing dearly that it were all just a dream.