Chapter 15
The Counsel Of Weasleys (cont)
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"Ron," Harry said, shutting the door to his dormitory the next day. "Something is seriously wrong with your sister."
Ron's face quickly changed. "What happened? Is she ok!"
"Yes, she's ok, but..." Harry stopped, not knowing how to phrase this. "Ok, I'm sitting in the quidditch stands, watching some of the younger students play a pick-up game of Quidditch - I think most of them were Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Anyway, I feel these hands on my shoulders massaging..."
"Oh?" Ron's ears perked up, obviously interested at this turn of the story.
"I try to turn around, but I hear this whisper, 'Just keep watching the game, Harry.' It took me a few seconds to place it, but I was positive it was Ginny!"
Ron coughed loudly, as if he'd swallowed a bit of water down the wrong pipe. "What!"
"That's not all," Harry exclaimed. "Your sister curled her legs around my waist from behind, pressing herself up against my back. And, she asked... she asked, 'Does this feel good, Harry?'. I mean, what was I supposed to say!"
"No! You were supposed to say No!"
"But it did feel good! And she was wearing this really good-lo..."
That was clearly the wrong thing to say, given the contortions in Ron's face. After a few seconds, the red haired Weasley said in a forcibly neutral voice, "You said you weren't going to see my sister for her own safety."
Harry sighed. "I know, Ron, I know. So why is she making this so hard on me?"
Ron shrugged cluelessly. "What can I say? Women are weird sometimes."
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Ginny sat on her bed, having to admit she was pretty much pouting. Yes, Harry had done exactly what he was supposed to do, and for some reason, that was almost as bad as if he hadn't done what he was supposed to do. Or maybe it was even worse - she didn't know for sure, and was trying to figure it all out in her head.
Not coming up with anything, she harrumphed to herself and plodded down the stairs, across the commons, and up the stairs to the guys dormitories. Slipping inside the seventh years' rooms, she grinned when she saw Ron dozing away in a mid-afternoon nap. She ran over and jumped atop the covers.
"Oy!" Ron called out sleepily. "Geroff!"
Ginny ignored him, and purposely moved so that she was sitting on Ron's gut through the blanket. "Get up, you lazy sod. Your advice was no good."
"Ehn... what?" Ron murmurred.
"Your advice to me... for my friend. It was no good - they're still not together."
Ron clearly was still only half awake. "Mmmm... try harder."
"How?" Ginny's voice had a bit of a whine in it.
And given Ron's sleepy state, it clearly worked. "Ehgn, just read Parvati's diary," he murmured. "Lemme go sleep."
Ginny rolled her eyes before hopping up off the bed, this time to sneak into the seventh year girls' dorm. However, once she'd flipped through Patil's diary, she could clearly see what Ron meant. Several whole sections, it seemed, detailed her rather enthusiastic efforts to get various guys to like her. Amusingly, Ron actually had two weeks worth of entries back three years ago, which made Ginny wonder how clueless Parvati had to be if she thought it would've taken any more effort than saying, "Ron, let's go out this weekend," at the right time. Still, while the sections involving Ron were rather tame, there were some more... aggressive efforts later on. Trying to decide which of them to try out (and which of them she'd actually have the nerve to do,) she set the diary back on the shelf. As she left the room, it suddenly occurred to that since Ron had apparently known exactly what was in Parvati's diary, maybe she should make an effort to hide hers from now on...
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