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Four Way Connection

The Burrow - Part Two

Mad to Sad and Back Again

Ginny's PoV

'And ... and - and - and that,' Hermione sobs loudly, 'that stupid witch, Loony!'

I had spent the last hour or so sitting beside Hermione, who was lying on her bed in the Leaky Cauldron, me cross legged next to her on the double bed. Hermione had been in tears since her head had hit the pillow and she had bunched the comforter up around her.

'I mean ... how, how could he,' loud sob, 'have done that? Everything had been going so perfectly,' she blows her nose and wipes her eyes on one of the many balls of wad up tissue around her.

'I know, Mione, don't worry. Everything will get better soon.' I climb off the bed and walk over to the bathroom, grabbing a few more tissues and rushing back over to Hermione's side. 'Here,' I hand her the fresh Kleenex. 'Really, Mione. And ... Harry told me Ron and Luna were defiantly over. He is Ron after all, he's not the brightest crayon in the box.'

'I hate him! I hope I never see him again,' Hermione says angrily.

I sigh, she's been doing this all night. Mad - sad and fifty times over again. Fist she's mad, then sad ... then mad again. It's getting hard to keep up.

'Mione, don't think about him. Think about how wicked your sixth year is going to be!' I grin, trying to think of something positive to get her mind of my stupid brother.

She bursts out crying again, 'Oh, Merlin! Ginny! If I go back to Hogwarts ... my sixth year! and Ron and I aren't,' she sobs, 'Then he'll start dating and! My God! Ginny, I can't even think about it!'

I open my mouth to reply but -

'I'll have to sit there, in the Common Room and watch them holding hands, and making eyes at each other. And, oh God! I'll have to watch them snogging! Ginny, I can't do that! I'll hate her. But I'll have to sit there and pretend I'm happy for them. Gin! I wont be happy, I'll wish they were both swallowed by a Hippogriff.'

Okay ... apparently she did want to think about it. 'Mione, listen to me. Ron wont get over you that quickly-'

She cuts me off again, 'He wont have to get over me, Gin! He never liked me to begin with!'

'What? Are you crazy? How can you even say that? My dinky brother has been in love with you since fourth year! And he's liked you since first. There's no way he'll be able to get over you.' I say, wide eyed. 'And - excuse me for being stupid but - if you like him ... and he obviously likes you ... why don't the two of you just put this all behind you and snog already?'

'Because Gin! I hate him! And I don't want to ever see him again! I've had enough of him!' Hermione complains through sobs.

I hand her another tissue; alright, so we've moved back to being mad. 'Yeah, you should totally never see him again. In fact, I think you've put up with enough of my brother, already.' I say, switching sides again.

'You're right Gin ... but he's so sweet when he wants to be. I just don't know!' Hermione wipes her eyes again.

Just then there's a knock at the door. I throw Hermione one last look and get up to answer it.

A tall, black haired girl, looking very annoyed is standing in front of me when I open the door. 'Um ... hi? We didn't order room service ... Emily,' I squint at her name tag.

'Oh, god. You must be Ginny right? Just come out here.' Emily puts her hands on her hips and motions into the hall. 'Come on.'

Confused, I look behind me, 'Mione, I um ... need to do something, you call me when you've decided whether or not you're mad at Ron, alright?'

She throws me a nasty look and lets out another sob as I close the door behind me. 'Can I help you?' I fold my arms across my chest.

'Yeah, come in here a sec,' she opens the door to the room opposite Hermione's.

I narrow my eyes but follow her in anyway. 'What is it?'

She closes the door behind her. The room looks exactly like the one Hermione and I had spent the past few hours in, alternating between mad and sad.

'Erm ... well, you see. I'm real sorry, Ginny but ... your friend Lavender has this really twisted plan ... something about you not spending enough time with your boyfriend and your brother being a git?' She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, 'Look, I'm not really sure, but she told be to watch your temper ... said it could be dangerous. Sorry, though. I'm gonna lock you in here now, you sit tight, I have no idea how long it'll be before she sends him in here.' She starts moving closer to the door, never turning her back on me.

I star, confused for a few moments. Who the heck is the witch and what are her and Lavender doing? 'What? What do you mean you're going to lock me in here? Get out of the way, you're completely insane!' I take a few steps towards her and the door but her takes her wand out.

'I just graduated ... I can use magic, you can't. Now go over and sit on the bed, the cupboards are full of food, you can have whatever you'd like, your friend said this was all on Harry? Now you just sit tight and wait for Lavender.'

'Are you mad? Get out of my way. I don't care if you can use magic, I'll kill you with out my wand!' I say, shaking my head. This is crazy, what the heck is going on here?

'Yo, just do what I said. Okay?' She backs into the door and, without taking an eye off of me, finds the knob and turns it, quickly exits and locks it behind her.

I can here her mutter, 'Crazy people, bad tempers.' From the other side.

I start hitting the door with my fits, 'This isn't funny, Lavender! Get your butt out here and open this door! NOW!' No answer, 'Lav, when I get my hands on you I'll kill you! Magic or not! Get over here - now!'

No body comes, I'm going to strangle her when I see her. What is she plotting? And who the heck was that Emily girl?

I walk over to the cupboards, hey, if it's all on Harry ... and I might be in here a while, I might as well make myself comfortable. I'll need all the energy I can get if I'm planning to kill Lavender tonight. After all, I haven't eaten anything all evening.

I grab a few Chocolate Frogs, Ice Mice, and Every Flavour Beans from above the sink and move back to the bed. I narrow my eyes and begin to eat whatever is in front of me, plotting Lavender and 'Emily's' death as I do so. They'd better watch out. And if Harry has anything to do with this I'll kill him too, even though I'll end up missing him like heck afterwards.

Poor Mione though, she's all alone, now. I wonder if she's moved on to hating Ron again. Hopefully she doesn't think I've abandon her, I can't help it if there's an evil plan moving around the Leaky Cauldron.

I stuff a Bean into my mouth. - Yuck, vomit.

They'd better not leave me in here too long, I'll go crazy and tear the door down.

Earth Worm, gross.

Why hasn't Harry come back up yet? He said he was going to get some air, give me and Hermione some time for 'girl talk' but he'd been gone at least half an hour now. How long does it take to clear your head.

Ear wax, nasty!

He's probably talking to Ron, helping him out. Trying to find a way to get past me. That wont be too hard now, seeing as I'm trapped in a well furnished box!

When I get out of here they're going to have one very angry redhead on their case, they'd better be prepared.

Sheesh! Grass, what is with this box? Aren't there any good flavours? I throw the box at the wall and watch as they all spill out and slide across the floor as I glare at them evilly.