A/N: Alright people, I'm not going to ramble on here forever because I know you're all just dying to finally read my story, so I'll just write a short little message. First, I would like to let everyone know that the reason it has taken me forever to update is because right after I posted my last chapter, my computer crashed. I could turn it on, then it would move really sluggishly for about five minutes, and then it would freeze. Anyway, my dad and I just installed my computer fifteen minutes ago, so now I can FINALLY TYPE. But don't worry, the next few chapters should come up fairly quickly, since it is finally summer (although I am working and taking a public speaking class) so now I should have more time to write. Also, this chapter and the next one, I have spent the past few weeks hand writing in spare moments (not fun, let me tell you, it takes about fifteen minutes to write one page)
And second, although I haven't done this before, I would like to make a dedication. I dedicate this chapter to Foolish Fish for pushing me to continue writing and not just give up, the way I felt like doing many times. Also for not hitting me over the head for my laziness. Thank you for your patience and pushing, all your hard work has finally paid off because now you can say that you had a chapter dedicated to you. Yay!
This A/N was longer than I anticipated soooooo… ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but now I own a working computer!! Well… sort of…
Chapter 5: Bad Mental Images
When the train pulled up at Hogwarts, everyone rushed off to find a carriage. Harry and I managed to find one all to ourselves, since Ron and Hermione were busy directing traffic.
As the carriage started moving, I leaned back in my seat and began to study Harry. Last year he had gotten new glasses, thin ones, that didn't take up half his face. He had definitely grown taller, not as tall as Ron of course, but nonetheless, he was at least six feet. We had finally discovered the real use of Quidditch, when Harry had come down to the Common Room one day without a shirt on. Every single female member of Gryffindor (and likely some male, as well) had come to the realization that Harry was no longer the scrawny, underfed, little boy he once was. Oh no, seven years of hard, physical training had taken its toll on Harry's body, leaving him an incredibly toned and muscular physique. Not that I was looking or anything.
"Harry?" I suddenly asked, "You ever thought of having another girlfriend?"
"What? Um, er, no, not really. My last experience wasn't really a good one." Harry answered, looking worried.
"Oh, honestly Harry! You can't call one date with a walking waterfall having a girlfriend!"
Before Harry could answer, our carriage stopped at the front doors of Hogwarts and we had to get out. We hurried into the Great Hall, and I noticed some of my 6th year friends waving me over. I pointed this out to Harry, and told him I'd meet him after dinner.
"Uh, yeah sure," he said, "I'm just hoping Ron and Hermione will be able to control themselves long enough for me to eat."
"Ha, don't count on it." I told him, "But you have to remember, Harry. They haven't seen each other in, what's it been? A week? They have a lot of pent up sexual energy, and they need to get it out of their system."
"Very funny, Gin." Harry said, dryly, "Is that why they spent five years fighting? Pent up sexual energy?"
"No, that was pent up sexual tension. There's a difference."
"Whatever. I don't care what kind of sexual it is, just so long as they can control it during dinner. I still find it a bit weird to see my two best friends playing tonsil hockey."
"You think it's weird? What about me? I still remember when Ron used to run around the house in his birthday suit. Oh God, baaaad mental images."
Harry laughed, "Serves you right for putting those images into my head."
"Yeah, yeah, go eat." I muttered, pushing him in their direction. "I need to go wash my brain out with soap. Maybe my mouth too."
Harry grinned at me and walked to the table. I walked over towards my classmates and sat down. "Hey guys! What's up?" They immediately launched into stories of their summer, telling me about siblings, guys, and random embarrassing moments that somehow involved swimming pools and plastic floaties. Just as Calli was finishing her story about finding her brother and his girlfriend snogging in broom closets many times throughout the summer, I noticed that Roxi had been oddly quite. Looking over at her, I noticed her staring dreamily down the table.
I grinned at my other friends and held a finger over my lips as I leant in close to Roxi's ear. "Earth to Roxi!" I shouted in her ear, laughing as she jumped nearly a foot in the air.
"Ginny!" she cried, "Don't do that!"
"Sorry, Roxi," I said, wiping tears from my eyes, "I couldn't help it."
"Yeah, sure." She muttered.
"So? What were you staring at?"
"Nothing."
"Uh huh…"
"Well, maybe a black-haired, green-eyed something."
"Roxi!" I squealed, "Ew!"
"What ew? He's a hottie, and you can't deny it!"
"Ok, first of all, I'm not even going to bother with the absurdity of that statement, and second, is gazing longingly at Harry more important than saying hello to me?"
Before she could answer, Calli leant over and went "Harry? What about Harry?" I looked around and noticed that Alane and Lara were looking at me too.
Roxi just looked at me smugly, and went, "Humph, told you so."
"Fine, fine, I'll admit he does have nice eyes—"
"And nice hair."
"And nice arms."
"Oh, and don't forget his hands."
"Or his body."
"Or his ar—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there Roxi!" I said, "I'm going to pretend you did not just say that!"
"Say what? That Harry has a nice ar—"
"Yes! I really don't need pictures of Harry's arse in my head. Oh Dumbledore's fuzzy socks! No look what you did!"
"What? What did I do?"
"You just got really bad mental images in my head! If they never leave it's all your fault!"
"What do you mean bad mental images? I have to say, I'm having the same thoughts as you and from where I'm thinking, nothing looks anywhere close to bad."
I clapped my hands over my ears, and began humming to myself. "I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not listening," I sang, "I'm not listening, I'm not listening. I really do not need to envision pictures like that about a guy I would practically count as my brother. I already have enough pictures of my real brothers, and believe me; they won't be going away for a very long time."
Before Roxi could say anything else, a group of little first-years trooped into the Great Hall, following Professor McGonagall up to the Sorting Hat. As she began sending them up to the stool, my friends and I looked at each other and grinned, "Ickle firsties!" In the past few years we had discovered the entertainment value in, shall we say, initiating the new students into the ways of Hogwarts life. Namely, sending them into Filtch or Peeves infested areas, and watching them get so terrified they nearly wet themselves. We figured it was nice to introduce them early on, rather than prolonging the inevitable.
After Dumbledore's exceedingly odd speech, food appeared in front of us. Roxi and I looked at each other. "Wicked." We breathed, before piling mountains of food on our plates. Luckily, I'd inherited my dad's trait of being able to eat staggering amounts of food, without gaining weight. My brothers had received this piece of DNA as well, and it could be rather disgusting to watch. I, on the other hand, could eat a ton of food neatly, and very quickly.
As Roxi, who was also able to accomplish this amazing feat, and I proceeded to stuff our faces, Alane suddenly spoke up. "Ginny? Did you get your ears pierced?" she asked. At my nod she squealed. "Oooo, I knew it! And you got a haircut too! Oh, and new clothes! I love the makeover!"
Suddenly I was besieged with questions about the new me.
A/N: Just one last little message, I don't know about the rest of you, but personally, I think that was my favorite chapter. It was so pathetic when I started cracking up reading it. I can now officially declare that I crack myself up. I can also officially declare that rather than receiving letters to places like St. John's College, or Thomas Edison College; I will be receiving letters to places like Smith's Institution for the Terminally Insane. And then, along with the letter, they will send a nice metal car that will take me to a lovely padded room without any sharp objects or plastic menus or dish towels. (Believe me, getting hit by plastic menus and dish towels is not fun, as I discovered the other night while working at a restaurant, when two separate guys hit me with aforementioned items) And they will also remove all framed photos of Orlando Bloom, as I might hurt myself in my attempt to reach them. While wrapped in a delightful pink straight jacket. I'm going to go take my medication now. Adieu!
P.S. If anyone has any good Ginny/Harry romance/humor fics they would like to recommend, it would be greatly appreciated.