A/N: OK, so I got HBP, and I finished it that night, (I went to that late night thing and then stayed up till three AM reading) AS an understatement... I was PISSED. How could she do that? Well anyhoo, The events of this story are my revenge. Take That!

Disclaimer: The characters of this story are on the large part, not mine. They belong to JK Rowling. I also have no with for violence towards JKR, just so u know.

Ginny's POV:

They guy came up on the platform. "The judges have made their decision." He paused dramatically, then read off the third and second place groups. "Now.. For first place.. With the trip to England to meet the cast of the Harry Potter movies... Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy!"

We walked up to the platform, where we shook hands with the red-haired woman who thanked us for "being so enthusiastic about her work" "Now." She said "May I ask, What are your real names?"

"We told you." Said Harry. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco."

I could hear Ron whispered to Hermione "Since when does Harry call him Draco?" I was thinking the same thing, actually, but, whatever.

"That's impossible. There's no way you all would actually be named... And look like... You're all just a bunch of people with a sick obsession!"

"Want me to prove that we're telling the truth?" Hermione challenged.

"Oh please do." The red haired woman said sarcastically.

Hermione smiled slyly, and I laughed to herself. This was the evil Hermione look that she wore when contemplating doing something really nasty. Usually, she never actually did it, but this time, I knew she would. She took her wand out of her pocket, and muttered an incantation. The red haired woman jumped up on a table, and started flapping her arms and acting like a chicken.

The crowd roared with laughter, and Hermione cut off the spell with a quick cheering charm, causing the woman to roll on the ground with laughter. Then, out of nowhere, she put her into a full body bind.

"You stupid bitch." Hermione muttered, so that with the chatter from the crowd, the only people who could hear were our group and of course the red haired woman.

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Hermione's POV:

May I Point out that the "red haired woman" that Ginny keeps referring to is J.K. Rownling?

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Ginny's POV:

Oh really? Who the hell is that?

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Hermione's POV:

The woman who "created" the Harry Potter series.

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Ginny's POV:

Oh! So that's why they were all upset when Harry...

Ok, let me get back to my story.

"You stupid bitch." Hermione muttered, so that with the chatter from the crowd, the only people who could hear were our group and of course the red haired woman. "You stupid fucking bitch. You've been using us all along. Haven't you? Someone's been feeding you stories, and you've been selling them. Who was it? Cause whoever they were, they did a crappy job with recounting our fifth year. Nothing like that ever happened. And, most importantly, Sirius is still alive.

"What did you just say?" Asked Harry, a dangerous look on his face. I've never seen him look like that before. Ever. "What about Sirius?"

Apparently JK Rowling (aka, the red haired woman, as Hermione so wonderfully pointed out) had been released from the body bind cause she spoke. "Yeah, that's right. Your precious godfather is dead. You killed him! Sirius Black is dead!"

"NO! No! It's not true. We saw him right before..."

"Believe it golden boy. The Marauders are dwindling, aren't they? Two dead, one turned traitor. Looks like Lupin's the only one left, really. But with the fighting with Voldemort, it's only a matter of time, really."

Harry raised his wand, slowly, and half the time it looked like he was about to put it back down, but JK Rowling spoke again. "Maybe you'll even be responsible for his death to! I mean, you caused the fall of the Marauders, really. You caused Peter Pettigrew to first turn traitor, and then have to go into hiding. You caused your parents deaths. You caused Sirius to be imprisoned in Azkaban, and then, two years after he was freed, you are responsible for his death! Really I wonder how Remus can look on you with any care at all, when you've been responsible for the down fall of his only friends."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A jet of emerald green light shot from Harry's wand and into the annoying author (who I'm pretty sure wasn't all that right in the head). She fell down, dead.

There was a moment of silence, shock I guess, then an uproar. The crowd surged forward, towards us. We ran to the judges table, picked up our prizes and ran, Shawna and Carla close behind.

Once we were out in the parking lot, we slowed down a little bit to catch our breath. Hearing voices, I looked back to see Harry and Draco talking to two random girls, and pulled them away, so we could get out of there.

Somehow, I don't think this is all going to go away any time soon.

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Harry's POV:

OK, so as we were running away from the crazed mob, somehow, Draco and I ended up running next to each other. Then, when we were walking out in the parking lot, these two girls came up to us.

One, the taller of the two, with straight brown hair, came up next to me. "Hey sexy."

The shorter girl with curly blonde hair was next to Draco. The made this little cat hand motion and growled at us. Thank god Ginny pulled us away when she did. I had committed murder, the last thing I needed that night was to be gang raped in the mall parking lot.

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Draco's POV:

OK, so a week after the whole bookstore incident, we had been back at school for a few days, and our first weekend was coming up. The idea for entertainment that was selected was Carla's- "Why don't we all just stay in our rooms and sleep?"

Personally I would normally liked this idea. I mean, I like sleep almost as much as I like shiny objects. There's one catch though- we don't each have our own bedrooms. The assignments are- Shawna and Carla, Hermione and Ginny, and then Weasley, Harry and I in the largest room (since there's three of us). Meaning I'm sharing a room with two Gryffindors, and two people who happen to hate me. Not to mention that I hate them too.

Well, only one of them.

What?

You don't hate both of them. Only Weasley.

I don't like Harry.

Exactly. You Looooooove him.

No I don't.

Yes you do.

No I don't.

Yes you do.

This is pointless. I'm not talking to you anymore.

But as much as I hated to admit it, the little voice thing was right. It was only Weasley that I hated, and I hated him all the more for having to share the room with us. Taking away all chance of time alone with Harry. Although I doubt harry wants alone time, but it was the principal of the matter.

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Harry's POV:

For once in my school life I don't have to share a room with four other guys, and I get stuck in the only room with three people. Although if I had to choose who I wanted out, I really don't know who I would say, so maybe it's better this way.

Yes, for once and for all, in this little journal thingey, I'm admitting it. Harry James Potter; Boy-Who-Lived-To-Piss-off-Voldemort, am Gay. And I've fallen for Draco Malfoy.

You know what. Life just seriously sucks sometimes.

KG: ok, i feel better now.

CW: YOu do realize that if that had actually happened, you would never get to read Book 7

KG: I'd survive. That's what Fan fics are for!

CW: Whatever. PLEASE REVIEW!