Chapter 7
Ginny was in the Headmaster's Office. Professor McGonagall, the new Headmaster, was staring sternly across the desk at Ginny.
"I'm sorry Professor," said Ginny, her eyes glimmering with crocodile tears. "I don't know what came over me. I just meant to hex Harry so he'd stay away from me, but I lost control." Ginny was not in the least bit sorry, and she knew perfectly well what came over her. She hated Harry.
Professor McGonagall sighed and massaged her temples. The Weasley girl certainly seemed sorry, and accidents did happen, especially in a school full of young, inexperienced witches and wizards. Besides, the Potter boy had not gotten killed, and the holes in the wall and floor where the boy had crashed through were repairable. The fat lady had also managed to escape, even if her canvas and frame were obliterated. No one else had gotten hurt.
"Well Miss Weasley, I am just going to take one hundred points from Gryffindor, and give you a warning. Do try to control yourself next time, and don't do it again," implored McGonagall. "You may leave."
Ginny left the office, hugging herself inwardly. She had managed to get away with only a light reprieve! At least the disgusting black-haired boy was out of the picture for now!
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"Oh Harry!" gasped Hermione sorrowfully over Harry's battered and broken body.
"This is awful mate!" exclaimed Ron, "And we have a Quidditch game coming up!"
"Ron! Is Quidditch all you think about?" admonished Hermione.
"Yea," agreed Harry, "I suppose Ginny'll have to play in my place."
"You're not kicking her off the team?" asked Ron.
"No, she's pretty good. Besides, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be stuck here for a while. Some of my bones were completely shattered," said Harry.
"What'd you do to get her some mad at you?" questioned Ron.
"I wanted her to eat some fudge," replied Harry.
"And for that she blasted you through a wall and seven floors?" asked Hermione skeptically.
"Er… yea," said Harry. He did not want them to question him further or else he'd have a hard time explaining about the fudge and the love potion. He knew that Hermione did not approve of it. He could probably tell Ron, though. It was Ron's idea in the first place.
"She had fudge?" grinned Ron, "Excellent! I'll have to ask her for some!"
"No, you don't want to eat that!" cried Harry, alarmed.
"Why not?" asked Ron. Hermione looked curious as well.
"Because… because…" Harry thought furiously. "Ginny jinxed it!" Before Ron could open his mouth and ask why, Madame Pomfrey bustled in and shooed them out of the Hospital Wing. It was time for Harry to rest.
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Ginny sat in the dormitories surrounded by her three friends.
"Wow Ginny! I can't believe you got away with that!" cried Juliet, Ginny's friend number one.
"Yea! How'd you do it?" questioned Ophelia, Ginny's friend number two.
"Well," laughed Ginny, "Fred and George taught me how to cry fake tears to get myself out of trouble!"
"I've gotta learn that!" giggled Miranda, Ginny's friend number three.
"Let's celebrate! I've got some bottles of Butterbeer that I bought in Hogsmeade today!" suggested Ophelia.
"And I bought a bunch of candy at Honeyduke's!" added Juliet.
"Hey Ginny! Let's have some of that fudge your mom made!" yelled Miranda enthusiastically, "I've been dying to eat it!"
"Fine," grinned Ginny good-naturedly at her friends. The girls produced their goods.
"I still have those spoons I got when I went down to the kitchens," remarked Juliet, who produced four ornate silver spoons. She handed the utensils out, one to each girl. Ginny opened the container of fudge.
"Mmm," sighed Miranda dreamily, "It looks as good as before. Smells great too!"
"Oh yea," agreed Juliet, sniffing deeply and luxuriously. "It smells like chocolate and bunnies and spruce!"
"That's funny," said Ophelia, "But it smells like ham and lettuce (hamlet! Get it? Hahahahaha) and flowers and mountain air to me!"
"Smells like wind over a Quidditch field to me," observed Ginny, "But I can detect a faint trace of spit!"
"That's funny! I can smell spit too!" cried Miranda.
"Hey! Me too!" shouted Juliet.
"Wow! What an insult! Your mom spit in the fudge before she gave it to you!" laughed Ophelia.
"Don't be ridiculous! I think it's safe to eat!" declared Ginny. "Let's dig in!" All four girls simultaneously dug their spoons into the lovely, smooth brown fudge…
…And put it in their mouths. Even Ginny.
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Hermione stood in the bathroom, facing the mirror. She was getting ready for bed. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and eyed her bushy hair critically. It really was too bushy! She wished she could permanently straighten it. At least she had nice teeth now. Hermione picked up the bottle of perfume that Ron had supposedly given her and smelled it again.
"Mmm…" she breathed, "It smells like Ron and mown grass and new parchment. How did he know? Those are my favorite smells!" Hermione was about to spray it on her neck when…
…Peeves rushed in through the bathroom wall!
"EEK!" shrieked Hermione, "PEEVES! You're invading my privacy!"
"Why!" hooted Peeves, pretending to be surprised, "Ugly bushy Hermy got perfume from her boyfriend Wonnikins!" He dove down and snatched the bottle of perfume from Hermione's hands!
"Peeves!" screamed Hermione in anger, "Give that back!"
"Wonny lurves Hermy! Wonny lurves Hermy!" sang Peeves mockingly as he swooped through the wall and out of the bathroom with the perfume in hand, all the while cackling maniacally.
I'll get him later, thought Hermione darkly. She turned and went to bed, plotting what she would do to Peeves once she caught him, and bemoaning her loss of the lovely perfume.
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Ginny and her friends swallowed the fudge. Suddenly, a change seemed to come over their faces. Each girl radiated purity and happiness, and a shaft of heavenly light struck their faces. All four lifted their eyes to the ceiling at the same time, and sighed dreamily with pink blushes tinting their glowing cheeks. A divine brilliance radiated from their starry eyes, and a demure smile played around their pink lips.
"Suddenly," sighed Ginny, "The world seems heavenly just knowing that Harry Potter is in it."
"Oh yes," breathed Juliet, "No emerald could compare with the clear green depths of his eyes."
"And that soft black hair! I just want to run my hands through its silky darkness!" murmured Ophelia.
"His voice is more beautiful than phoenix song to me," confided Miranda. All four girls sighed deeply and heavenly.
"He's mine," declared Ginny.
"No! He's mine!" claimed Miranda.
"Both of you! Be quiet! We all know he prefers me," yelled Ophelia.
"Don't be stupid girls! Darling Harry is meant to be with me!" asserted Juliet.
"Don't darling him!" screamed Ginny.
"He's my honey bunny!" yelled Juliet.
"He's my precious treasure!" scowled Miranda.
"He's my love rhino!" howled Ophelia.
"He's my cuddly huddly!" screeched Juliet.
"Harry's MY sweetie buns!" bellowed Ginny threatingly.
"No! He's mine!"
"Mine!"
"MINE! ALL MINE!"
"NO! MINE! MINE MINE!"
"Mine!"
"No! MINE!"
"MINE!"
Then the four girl's screaming match erupted into a fight! Ginny turned Miranda's hair orange and Miranda aimed a spell at Ginny, but missed. The spell hit Juliet, who then started to spew slugs from her ears. Juliet wrapped a bed sheet around Ophelia's head. Ophelia pummeled Ginny with marshmallows transfigured from her pillow, and Ginny conjured some smelly dead fish and showered the other three girls in them. Miranda changed the fish into ripe tomatoes, which got into everyone's hair. It was total pandemonium! Sparks flew and different colored beams of light erupted from wands. Mattresses and pillows were gutted. Ophelia sported a green mustache and Ginny had yellow reindeer antlers. One of Juliet's ears was purple. Miranda's wand was blasted out of her hand, so she began to pummel Juliet on the back. Juliet thrashed about, accidentally kicking Ginny, who cast aside her wand and threw herself at Juliet. Ophelia joined the writhing mass of arms and legs on the ground. Hairs were being torn out of heads, nails were clawing, and teeth were biting. Finally, Ginny had had enough! Someone (she couldn't tell who through the tangle of bodies) had bitten her and drawn blood!
"Stop!" shrieked Ginny loudly from her position at the very bottom of the pile. All the other girls froze. "Let's break it up!"
"Only if you admit that Harry is really mine!" said Ophelia.
"No way!" bawled Miranda.
"Stop!" bellowed Ginny. "Be reasonable! We can't ruin our friendship over one guy, even if he's smart and dreamy and handsome and the greatest creature on earth!"
"Yea!" agreed Juliet, "Even though I love him more than life itself and I need him more than food and drink, we can't allow ourselves to split up over him!"
"Then what can we do?" questioned Ophelia, "I love him so!"
"We can start a Harry Potter Fan Club!" said Ginny, "And then we could live like nuns and devote our lives to him and worship him!"
"Wonderful idea!" cried Miranda.
"But," said Ginny, "We can worship him, but none of us can date him or have him to herself. We have to share him!"
"I agree," said Ophelia.
"Yes!" Juliet, "Even though we are all hopelessly in love with the great Harry Potter, our epic friendship has prevailed!"
"And," said Ginny, "Our first order of business is to clean up this room!" The girls stared at the mess they had created and sighed.
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