AUTHOR'S NOTE: So horribly short, I know, but believe me, it's just how it flows. There are some entries pages long. So, in case you hadn't noticed, there seems to be a congregation of men swarming separately around our lovely Ginny. Here's my logic: all these fanfiction writers come up with scenarios or reasons...stories behind their stories...that allow their characters to fall for each other. Like Malfoy wouldn't probably fall for Ginny in J.K.'s world. NOW...this story...it's the same logic...but altogether...every Order member happens to discover Ginny on the same day, which makes the story. The story is Ginny and how unimaginably terrified at the strange displays from the men she is. Oh yeah.

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


Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 4: Zabini


Right, so I've changed my mind.

I hate Zabini.

Stupid little prick…there's only one sink and we both had to use it at the same time (he kept insisting we both washed at the same time to equally share the burden…we couldn't have just chosen a washer and a drier, no…) and he kept intentionally reaching across me to get soap…even though he was already up to his armpits in suds.

Stupid smarmy…well, anyway, the result was him getting soap bubbles all over my shirt front. I knew I shouldn't have worn a cloth sports bra today…comfy, but not exactly…substantial…

Especially when idiotic little Slytherin bastards are getting it all wet with their stupidity…

I left him to do the dishes so I could go up to the bathroom and dry off, but took a slight detour to dry my hands and do a spot of writing just to spite him. Not like I'm in any hurry to get back to helping him, the barmy git.