Boys are Retarded

Ginny's POV

Ginny walked down to Ron's room to see Harry. She knew that he had read the entry with Christopher's attack. She giggled as he threw the journal at the wall and crossed his arms. "I hope Christopher is tortured slowly to death. Or decapitated like bloody Nick then forced to be a ghost forever and can't be part of the headless hunt."

"Well, then you won't be disappointed when I tell you that he was tortured then killed by Voldemort exactly a year before you mother and father were murdered by the same horrible fiend." Ginny picked up the journal and smoothed out a wrinkled page before handing it back. Harry grunted.

"I'd hope I would be the one to torture him." He muttered sourly. Ginny laughed lightly. Harry sat up and faced Ginny, "Has anything like that ever happened to you?" he looked sincerely concerned.

"No."

"Hermione?"

"Not that I know of."

"I need to ask her." He stood up and was about to walk out of the room before Ginny grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back.

She sat him down and began to massage his shoulders, "You can ask her later, and if she was you can go be Mr. Superhero and mercilessly torture that evil. But first I want to ask you some questions." He fell over and groaned. Ginny laughed and lay next to him. "Oh come on, it's not that bad!" He turned his head and looked at her. She smiled at him and turned toward him. "Why would a boy do that to a girl?"

He folded his arms over his chest and said, "Because boys are retarded."

Ginny punched him on the shoulder, "Seriously, you are right though. Only a retarded boy would call boys retarded, and you are most definitely retarded."

"Hey! That's not nice!"

"You brought it upon yourself. Now tell me the answer."

"Manly lust." He said sounding like a dizzy two-year-old.

Ginny stood up frustrated with the idiot lump she was trying to talk to. "Oh Manly lust eh? What's so manly about it?"

He sat up and put on a semi-serious face. "Hmmm…"

"No wait!" sad Ginny before he could say anything, "Don't answer that. Just tell me WHO WOULD DO THAT TO A GIRL!" She was about to grab him and begin shaking him back and forth until his puny little head popped off. "And answer seriously. Another question, why are you suddenly taking this so lightly? You wanted to murder Christopher two seconds ago, now you are treating the situation like you drank way too much butter beer and you were actually getting slightly drunk!"

"You can get drunk off butterbeer?"

"If you drink like 20 bottles, but that's not the point." She pulled him off the bed, "answer me!"

Harry smiled. "I love it when you are angry." He sighed. Ginny threw him at the bed and kicked him in the shins, "I'll tell you if I can go ask Hermione."

She yelled and kicked him again. "Fine go, but I want a good answer!"

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Ginny fell onto her bed and sighed. It was so cute how Harry was making sure that her and Hermione were "safe" from rape. He seemed to be fine about his mum, but she would have him talk to him about it later. She giggled. He was so weird sometimes, like now.

Why couldn't he answer her question? Maybe he doesn't know… but that can't be! He's a guy! He is BOUND to have perverted thoughts! Even girls have some pervert-ish thoughts! Everyone does!

I wonder how sweet he would be as a boyfriend. Would he be like James and hold me and care for me when I am hurt? Ginny got the butterflies thinking about a boy loving her that much! She had visions of being picked up and swung around. Then kissed on the lips. She knew it was a weird fantasy. But She liked envisioning Harry being the one to do it. Maybe he was Mr. Perfect.

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Harry waked back in to Ron's room after hunting down Hermione then asking her the question. Ginny was still lying on Harry's bed. "Negative or positive?"

"What?"

Ginny sighed and sat up, "Yes or no."

"No." Harry sat down on the bed next to Ginny. "She probably won't leave me alone now. 'Why do you ask?' 'Is it something with your mother?' 'Oh Harry just tell me!'" he was making his voice go high pitch trying to imitate her, "It is going to be so horrible." Harry lay down and sighed.

Ginny got off the bed and pulled up a big wooden chair to the bed. "Throw away my first question Harry, I want to ask you another question that I want you to answer." She leaned forward, "What do you think about he whole thing with your mother being raped?"

"Almost." He grunted angrily.

"Okay, almost raped. What do you think about it?"

He rolled over so he was facing Ginny. "I can't believe that that happened to my mother. If this is what brings my parents together that doesn't even make it right in my eyes. I shouldn't even have been born if it is the result of that horrible thing that that horrible piece of dung did to her."

Ginny laughed. "You sound ridiculous."

"Do not."

"Do to. Don't argue." She got back on the bed. "Sit up. I am going to massage your shoulders, you must be tense."

"Thanks." He sat up and began to talk to Ginny. About how he despised men who would do that to women. He said he would never do that to a girl even if he were put under the strongest imperious curse. He just wanted to kill any boy who thought of women as objects not people. "I knew people did that type of thing, Aunt petunia and Uncle Vernon were talking to each other once late at night about what they should do because petunia thought that her duddy-kins was having bad thoughts about women. I hated it. I wanted to go up and murder Dudley if I knew it would make me feel better. And then I was at Muggle School and a girl I really liked was talking to the counselor about how she was sexually abused by her father. The councilor told the teachers who told parents, who told kids. I was so sad. I wanted to kill the father and also the counselor for telling everyone. And..." he kept talking. Harry was getting all worked up about the entire thing. He was so cute. "And now I know this happened to my mother? I can't believe that that happened. Why did she let that happen? HOW? I mean if I were her I would…"

"Stop there." Said Ginny, "I am glad you are not sexist and all but calm down. Calm down now. It is okay. At least I know how you feel. Read the journal and maybe you will feel better. Maybe.

Harry didn't say anything but laid down and grumbled, "That's nice Ginny, but now I just need rest."

"I understand." She said before shutting the door.

Most boys are completely retarded. 'What's wrong with that? It's not like I'll get caught!' I wish all boys were like Harry. Or maybe I am just biased.