AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are short and go by quickly. Each one is devoted to one of the Order members (non-WEasley men) and how they act around Ginny. Each chapter is like an entry...therefore time has usually passed in between chapters of 'entries'. (Keep eye out later on for plot twist of extravagence).

DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.


Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 3: Snape


I hate Dumbledore.

Whatever makes him think those rotten Slytherins are any good…although Snape was astoundingly…well, not nice…he is Snape after all…but he was decidedly less heinous than normal. At least he didn't say anything to me…anything mean that is…we actually had a decent conversation on this new potion invented that supposedly can cure vampirism…I didn't really mind him that much…Harry looked on the verge of exploding…

And Ron kept giving me this weird look again…

I should really get an Idiot-to-English dictionary…I never know what Ron's going on about. Dinner was nothing less than a flaming disaster. Literally. Tonks managed to elbow a candle over and burned Snape's robes.

His whole arm caught on fire, and I had the distinct feeling half of the room was actively trying to prevent mum from dousing the flames. At least, I highly doubt Fred and George could both accidentally and simultaneously 'fall' into mum and knock the water from her hands.

Three times.

And guess who got the delicious pleasure of escorting an enraged slimy Potions master upstairs to make a healing potion for the burn he sustained?

Well, it certainly wasn't Fred or George…

The thing was, he was rather…urggghhhhh! There is no word to describe it. I want to say nice, but to even suggest Snape could be nice…I would have to hex my own tongue off. Still, he was strangely…subdued. He didn't say anything spiteful and when I concocted the perfect Draft for his wound, I swore he was on the verge of complimenting me…

But of course Ron stumbled into the room at that exact moment, with that weird look in his eyes. Must…translate…Idiot…language… After living with Ron for twenty-three years, you'd think I'd be fluent…

Tonks broke five plates while I was upstairs with Snape, and when I got back down, mum foisted dishwashing duties on me as well. Well, not just on me…Zabini got them as well…haha, smarmy git has to get his hands dirty…

Still…Snape is now avoiding me like the plague, though I have no idea why and Ron's talking to Harry in whispers and looking up at me pointedly every five seconds and Hermione and Luna keep whispering, looking up at me, and grinning slyly. I have no idea what's going on, but I have to get back to washing…Zabini's whining again…