Previously in Ginny's Desire…
"and I'm guessing that the reason Harry is being so weird is because he loves you."
"Loves me?" Ginny asked, shocked.
"He loves me?"
Hermione smiled. "Yes, Ginny. And if I'm not mistaken, you love him too. You're both a pair of idiots."
And now Evil Paris…
It was late afternoon and Ginny was upstairs in her room quietly reading on her bed. her pygmy puff, Arnold was curled up in the crook of her arm. There was a knock at the door. Ginny ignored it because she thought that it was Gabbi who had been pestering her all day. Then the person knocked again, more urgently this time. Ginny reluctantly sat up and strides over to her door. She opened it. It wasn't Gabbi, it was Fleur's cousin Paris. Paris was sixteen, Ginny's own age. She was definitely part-Veela too with her waist-long white-blonde hair and her hazy perse eyes and straight features. Ginny envied her tiny waist and beautiful figure. "Hey," she said cautiously. They had never really spoken and Ginny suspected that Paris didn't know English.
She was surprised when Paris said: "Ginger, hey. Um, I was wondering if we could talk."
"It's Ginny" Ginny informed her, stepping aside to let Paris through.
"Oh, sorry." Paris smiled, showing perfect white teeth.
At that moment, Ginny hated her.
Paris sat down on Hermione's bed and gave Ginny, who was sitting down on her own bed, up straight, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes narrowed, a cheery smile.
"So, are you looking forward to the wedding?"
"No, I am not. Why are you hear?" Ginny stated roughly.
Paris looked taken aback. "Don't take that tone with me!"
"With you I'll take whatever tone I like" Ginny snarled. "What are you hear?" she repeated. "Paris noticed the cuts on Ginny's wrists and smirked"
"You Emo?"
"What the hell?"
"Well, what's up with those cuts?"
Ginny blushed and rolled down her sleeves.
"Mind your own beeswax."
"I think I will. Speaking of beeswax, what's the deal with you and Potter?"
"Nothing!" Ginny mumbled quickly. A blush flew to her cheeks.
"I'm sure" Paris smirked callously.
Ginny has had enough. "Get out of my room, bitch."
Paris left and Ginny stood shaking in the middle of her room. What a cow. Well somebody was worse than Phlegm.
Hermione walked in smiling broadly but her face fell when she saw Ginny's long one. "Ginny, what happened?"
"Frenchy, that's what happened Mione."
"Frenchy?"
"Paris."
"Oh, that her. Well?"
"She's awful."
"Worse than – "
"Worse than Rita, Umbridge and Phlegm."
"So?'
"She insulted me. And hinted about Harry."
Hermione gave Ginny a small smile. "Was she right?"
"Right that I still have feelings for him? Yes. That's probably why I got so mad at her."
"Oh no Ginny. What did you do?"
"Called her a bitch."
"All in the truth?"
"All in the truth, 'Mione."
A/n Plz review this is one of my favourite chapters. Just a little comment?