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A/N: This is just something I started a year or two ago, and I happened to come across it while cleaning my room. I think I remember where I was going with this, but let me know if you'd like it if I continued.

BIRTHDAY WISH

Full Summary:

Ginny makes a wish on her 16th birthday. And in the wizarding world, a wish made on their 16th birthday comes true. Almost nobody remembers, but for Ginny, it's an incredibly good thing that she did.

Ginny tried to escape from her mother's arms as the train whistle blew as a five-minute warning.

"Seriously mum! You're squishing me!" she said breathlessly.

"There's Hermione!" Ron called, and left before his mother could trap him into a hug as well.

Molly finally let go of Ginny and wiped at her eyes.

"Geez, mum, its not like I won't be back. And you can always write you know. That's what owls are for," Ginny said with a small smile.

"Yes, yes," Molly said, "it's just not the same."

The train whistle blew again, and Ginny grabbed the handle of her trunk and started moving with the crowd towards the train. As she passed a window, she reached out a hand to wave to Molly. Just as she was about to turn back around, she was shoved roughly to the side.

"What a baby, waving to her mum like she's never gonna see her again," a female voice said snidely.

"Yeah, well at least my mum is glad to see me," Ginny shot back at Pansy, "Yours must be glad to get rid of you and your pug face!"

"You bitch!" Pansy spat, moving towards Ginny. Before she could slap her though, a sandy haired boy got in front of her.

"Ginny! I was looking for you!" Colin said happily, even though he was facing Pansy.

Pansy swung for Colin anyway, and he caught her arm easily.

"I wouldn't slap her if I were you," he said calmly.

"Well, you aren't me so get out of the way!"

"How about I don't?" he countered, grabbing her other arm and pulling her out of the way. "Go find a compartment Ginny while I distract her!" he called.

As badly as she wanted to slap Pansy's face, Ginny left the scene and moved towards the last compartment. She wondered what Colin would do to distract Pansy.

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"Get off me you pouf!" Pansy screeched.

"Oh no, you called me a pouf! Whatever shall I do?" Colin cried in mock worry. "Do you know, that's not quite true."

"Oh really," Pansy smirked, "well that's kinda hard to believe since you followed Pot-head around your whole first year."

Suddenly he bent his head, for he had grown quite tall, and covered Pansy's mouth with his. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and remained very tense. She began to relax into the kiss when she regained her senses and pulled away angrily.

"How dare you!" she shrieked. His grip on her arms had loosened, and she pulled one hand free to slap him. Colin caught it again with a devilish grin.

"If I were a pouf, I wouldn't have done that," he said.

"That's not true!" Pansy retorted, unable to come up with anything else.

"And you wouldn't have enjoyed it," he whispered into her ear, and left.

"Oh and I didn't!" she called to the empty corridor. I didn't, I didn't, I didn't.

Sorry this chapter is so short, but I really wanted it to end like this.