Chapter 2
Enter Weasel
Draco's P.O.V.
Yeah, It's headboy/headgirl time.
Guess who made headboy?
Harry flipping Potter.
Whoop-di-doodle-do.
Guess who made head girl?
Hermione flipping Granger.
I'm just so damn happy.
Guess who doesn't care?
The whole flipping Hogwarts.
The only one who is like, totally ecstatic about the headshits (a/n, headshits-headships, get it? I really kill myself) is Mini-Weasel.
Everyone else thinks it's House racism.
It'll change the world, it will.
As a matter of fact, the Weaselette was so happy, she skipped out on celebration to sleep.
Don't ask me how I know.
She's weird like that.
(a/n, I'm not going to cliche it, she's not going to be gorgeous fantastically over the hols, fans stop booing)
Not like she's changed mega-much over the summer hols, I just never stopped to look at her.
Don't ask why.
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Fine, I'll stop.
Don't go all darth-vader on me.
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Ginny's P.O.V
They were really pissing me off.
Hermione was like, all over Harry.
Whoop-di-freakin-day.
I was so pissed off in fact, that I didn't notice Dean signal me.
OK, maybe this is the thirtieth time I haven't answered.
Dean's a bore, why the hell should I?
I'm not shallow, but after three years of dating, wouldn't you get, well, damn bored of somebody?
Especially Dean Thomas.
So I didn't notice.
Then he walked angrily to me.
'Ginevra Weasley--'
I had to have the upper hand.
'God Dean! Leave me alone, I'm not like some Grandma that you can use! I'm not your girltoy! So go read your Playwizard magazine, and leave me ALONE! We are over!'
So what?
I mean, he was going to break up with me, I couldn't let him.
he looked hurt.
Yeah, you read that right.
Hurt.
Shit.
'Dean, look, I'm sorry, but...'
I trailed off, but he didn't take the hint.
He kept looking at me, expecting me to speak.
Damn.
'Dean, I mean, couldn't you see it coming...?'
I could tell he was still hurt.
He looked really pissed, and told me that he hadn't seen it coming.
Then he left.
What have I seriously become?
I felt so bad, that I made up.
So much for bad-girl Gin.
So I'm back together with Dean.
It was the right thing to do, but I felt so tired and unfulfilled that I went to sleep.
And missed Hermione and Harry get their awards.
Damn.
I made up my mind to congratulate them later, but I was so tired, I just drifted off.
They'll forgive me. Eventually.
-G