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I'm really sorry for the late update. I had writer's block. DAMN WRITER'S BLOCK!

This chapter is really random and really short. I'm sorry, but I have midterms to study for. It's also very strange. Even I think so. But I kinda crashed from all the sugar I had today: a Pop-Tart, two sodas, a really big cookie, four big chocolate covered pretzels, and an ice cream sandwich. It probably sucks, but I'm too tired to care.

Happy holidays, people!

I was still thinking about what Harry had said. I mean, its not everyday the guy you like admits he loves you.

Well, okay, he didn't admit that he loved me. He told me that pigs can fly if you charm them to.

Merlin, that sounds so stupid when I say it. It's also confusing the hell out of me. Either he just randomly told me something I should have known in the first place or he heard everything I said when my mouth and brain worked together to ruin my life.

God, my life sucks. Even my brain is out to get me.

Lily didn't seem to care.

"We need to form a plan for the ball tonight," she said.

"A plan?" I asked. I had no idea what she was talking about. It's a ball. And if you forget the fact that the ball will ruin my life, it's not important.

Besides, if we have a plan, I'll just screw it up. A plan is not gonna help me at all. In fact, a plan will probably make my life worse. If that's possible.

"Why does she need a plan?" asked James. He seemed just as confused as me. Maybe even more confused.

"A plan to get Ferret-Face to hate Ginny!"

Cool. She called him Ferret-Face.

"I mean Malfoy," she said.

It it a good idea though. It's very hard to screw that up. I'll just act normal. Threaten him, use a Bat-Bogey Hex, set my brothers on him. And even if I do screw up, he can't love me anymore than he already does.

I think.

It's worth a shot though.

"Operation: Make Malfoy Hate Me beigns," I said. "Any ideas?"

"Ohh, ohh! Pick me, pick me!" screamed James.

"What?" asked Lily. She looked like she already knew the answer.

"PUNCH HIM!" he yelled gleefully.

"Violence is not the answer to everything, James!" said Lily. And judging by her face, she had obviously had this conversation one to many times before. She looked like she wanted to hit him. Isn't that ironic? She was telling him not to use violence when she was seconds away from punching him.

James, on the other hand, looked very disappointed. "It's not?" he asked sadly.

"No. It's not."

"Okay," he said. Then he smiled. "Imaturity is the answer to everything!"

"No. It's not."

"Yes, it is, it is, it is, it is, it is!" James yelled. He sounded like a little kid having a temper tantrum. I am so glad I am the only one who can see and hear them.

"Fine!" Lily said. "Imaturity is the answer to everything!"

"Told ya."

Lily punched him in the arm.

James pretended to look shocked. "Lil, I thought violence wasn't the answer!"

Lily stared at him for a second. Then, she started to laugh. Which was a relief, since she was either going to kill him or laugh. And I didn't want to witness the death of James Potter.

Well, not death, since he's technically already dead.

Then, for reasons completely unknown to me, they started to snog.

And I thought my life couldn't get any worse. No, now I'm forced to watch Harry's dead parents snog. I mean, if that's the way they end all their arguements, they can go right ahead and do that. But they don't have to do that IN FRONT OF ME!

EW!

I need something to gorge my eyes out with.

Maybe I could use my wand. Or that quill over there. It looks nice and sharp. Or...

Okay, now I have to say something. Because now I can hear them!

"Um, have you two forgotten the small little insignifigant fact that I am STILL HERE?"

"Sorry," said Lily.

Sorry? That is all she has to say to me? She has scarred me for life and all she can say is sorry?

I hate them.

Why don't I just marry Malfoy? That would get rid of them.

I think.

Probably not.

Actually, I'd probably just be sentencing myself to a life of misery. Malfoy on one side of me with Lily and James standing behind me trying to make my "happily-ever after" come true.

"Ginny, if you're going to think out loud, at least say everything you're thinking so we don't just hear fragments?" said James.

What the hell is wrong with me? Am I some freak of nature? Or is fate just trying to see how long it takes for me to crack?

Well, if that's what fate is trying to do, it's doing a pretty damn good job so far.

"Don't swear, Gin," said a voice from behind me.

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

"Gin, if you're gonna swear, don't do it that loud. Your mum'll kill you," the voice said.

Stupid voice. Leave me alone to wallow in self-pity.

"Gin, you do realize that I'm not a disembodied voice or a figment of your imagination, right?"

I turned around. The stupid voice belonged to Harry. So Harry should just leave me alone to wallow in self-pity.

Or maybe he can help me.

"Hey, Harry. How can I get Malfoy to hate me?"

"Punch him!" he yelled gleefully.

Like father, like son.

I guess it would work though. And it would be fun.

Guess I'm gonna punch him. I wonder if it'll work.

Operation: Make Malfoy Hate Me is off to a good start.

Please review and make a girl who's going to fail her midterms happy.

-Jessi