AUTHOR'S NOTE: IMPORTANT TO READ

Okay, so that wasn't the end for those of you who have decided to go on. So, here's my plot twist: I couldn't decide on one of the guys for Ginny to end up with. And...well...you'll see. And guess what? If you don't like this chapter...well, read the Second Author's Note...

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


Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 17: The End Begins


I feel so sick.

I thought that was it…that was supposed to be the end…the end of this horrible, unexpected, crazy day. I've been writing in this stupid, flashy book all day, for what I thought was the climax…it was supposed to all end. It was supposed to be easy and simply after that.

Not a chance, right?

I got tired of waiting for Zabini…I was restless and happy and for once, enjoying the spontaneity of my choices. I've never been the one-night-stand, on-the-go, fucking strangers type. But this time I thought 'what the hell'.

Idiot.

I stopped by Zabini's room on my search for him. I was about to knock when I heard voices. I'm not really the eavesdropping type…fuck that…I am the most curious and sneaky person you'll meet next to Fred and George, which is probably where I got it from.

So, I was shamelessly eavesdropping, and it was Zabini and Malfoy. Zabini was laughing and saying something. Next thing I heard Malfoy saying something about another notch on the bedpost. And I got it. I knew. I understood. I was just the next conquest.

I mean, really, what a challenge…you know? Sweet, innocent, hard-to-get Ginevra Weasley…family enemies…high-standards…everything well planned, nothing spontaneous…until this…I was the enemy, I hated him. The perfect target.

Gods above, I feel so incredibly stupid.

I thought maybe this was it; someone steady and constant. Fuck, he was willing to overlook the poor, Gryffindor, Weasley thing, right? Only so he could get into my knickers. I can't believe I was that…naïve. That…stupid.

Gods alive, I'm an idiot…


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AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you don't like this chapter as the ending, read on... in fact...never assume I'm done with a story unless I directly say so or write 'The End' at the bottom. Which is so cliche, and I probably will never put 'The End' at the bottom...forgive my babbling.