Well this is it, the final chapter. I've had a blast wrighting this! My copy of HBP has become a post-it massacre as I have marked Romilda's every mention to fit it in to this fic.

Chapter 5: Hysteria and Horntails

There has been no shortage of Drama lately, Lavender broke it off with one of the Weasley boys, Rob, I think it was. Anyway, I was one off the eyewitness accounts that saw Harmonee Grant and Rob Weasley leaving the boys' dormitory alone together, we were treated to a very dramatic scene when they Lavender saw them.

"What were you doing up there with her?"

"We-I…er..see we..and….er….umm.."

"Well?"

Harmonee seemed to fade away.

"I can't believe you! With all we've been through! I wanted to believe that you were just friends! I tried! But I guess I should have just trusted my instincts! How long has this been going on?"

"What? Well..I..err"

"That long! You disgust me! This is how you repay me after I waited for you when you were hung up in the hospital wing-

She ranted for about another 10 minutes until-

"That's it I've had enough! We're through!"

Gordon Robbins, who's dormitory is right below Rob Weasley, swears on his Gobstones collection that he heard an awful lot of commotion up there, the gossipy girls weren't satisfied till they had extracted every detail out of him, every bedspring creak, everything. No one told lavender.

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Aside from the fact that Harry filleted that Drake Malfoy kid like a Christmas turkey, it has been a dreadful week.

Harry had earned himself detention the day of the Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor Final Match, so we were all very disappointed to loose a chance to watch Harry demonstrate his superb seeker skills and bring home victory.

We won, but that's not important…anymore.

I'm sure you've heard about or witnessed the terrible event that occurred after Saturday's Quidditich match.

My heart has been ripped out, tied to a length of rope, attached to the back of one of the horse-less carriages and dragged around the castle.

As soon as Harry came through the portrait hole he collided with the little seeker replacement. It was horrible. Out of nowhere they started snogging! If I hadn't been in a state of utter shock, I swear I could have throttled her: she who must not be named.

I refuse to believe that it actually occurred, a trick of the eye, my imagination torturing me. I stormed up stairs to my dormitory and threw open the window

"NNOOOOOOOO!AHHHGGHHHHH!"

"Romilda?"

"No I refuse to accept it! Nothing! No one! Will get in the way of me and Harry!"

"Maybe your forgetting about a little something called Ginny. Maybe you've seen her she's about this tall-"

Thwack

I hit her with my pillow

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I might hate her with every fiber of my being, but that didn't change the fact that lots of answers were held in that pretty orange head. I leaned towards her in charms class.

"So, Ginny." I asked her in charms.

"So what?" She knew what I wanted.

"Is it, like, true that Harry has a hippogriff tattooed on his chest?"

She turned around.

And, again, she ignored me when I asked her in Potions class, when I cornered her in the loo, at lunch, Herbology and in the library.

But finally, before we turned in, without even turning around she said "No" she paused "It's a Hungarian Horntail."

I hate her.

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As Far I'm concerned, this whole "Ginny thing" is just a phase. He'll come to his senses eventually, it's inevitable. Harry and I, we're meant to be. Because one day we will be married, live to a ripe old age, he will of course be minister of magic and I'll stay home to raise out 12 children.

THE END

Reviews? One last time for Romilda?

Special thanks to my sister who reads them first and tells me if something's wrong, I've pressed her for every detail of what makes Harry Potter attractive to inspire my story, couldn't of done it without you Mel!