Well It involves Harry, A mad paper shredder, Sirius, and lots of pink dye...
Lets go back shall we..
A couple hours earlier
I hurriedly got out of my bed being careful not to wake up Hermione. She's such a party pooper! She would try to convince me to be the bigger person and whatnot. Ha! I'm 5'2" I couldn't be the bigger person if I had 4" heels on!
"Aw, Ron you're so sweet." I stopped dead in my tracks only an inch from the door. This was sickening. "Ron, stop that tickles." Oh sweet Merlin I think I'm going to puke. Hermione was dreaming about my brother. My dimwitted no brain brother! "Oh Ron."
"Ew," That's it I can't listen anymore. I dash outside closing the door behind me. I almost hope they don't ever get together. I know it sounds selfish, but Ron and Hermione being all googly eyed over each other is the last thing I ever want to witnessed.
Now to the storage room! I quietly tiptoed down the stairs towards my destination. Good thing Mum and Dad's bedroom is so far away. Mum has some weird paranormal 6th sense thing where she can tell if any one of her children pass by her room. That's mainly why I never got away with last years plan of putting a live tarantula(sp) on Ron's pillow while he was sleeping.
Anyway, when I finally got to the room with all muggle supplies I began to panic 'cause I heard noises in one of rooms that followed. I calmed down a little after I recognized that it was just Sirius talking to who I assumed to be Professor Lupin. I quietly nudged the door open and carefully snuck in the room. I was so excited, until I actually began to take a look around.
Muggle objects were thrown everywhere! It was maddness! I didn't know what most of it even was! The strangest part though, was the fact that my dad had an entire box filled with nothing but rubber ducks. I'll never understand why he's so fascinated with them. They really serve no purpose at all. The first time he showed me one I thought it was some weird joke I didn't get. The things squeak for crying out loud!! I rolled my eyes at the memory of my dad shoving a squeaking duck in my face as I took a closer look at my surroundings. If I did this calmly being careful not to break anything this just might take 'til noon. I didn't have 'til noon.
I madly starting searching through everything. Random objects were flying everywhere until I found the dye. Took me probably about 15 minutes top and I even remained quiet enough not to draw any attention.
"Oh yeah," I whisper to myself, "I'm super witch." I smiled as I was getting ready to abandon the trashed room when I tripped. And you know what I tripped over? A bloody rubber squeaky evil duck. I hate those things.
"Ouch," I muttered managing to keep my voice down. I sighed, "oh no", I dropped the stupid dye. Then tossing the toy aside, desperately I began searching the wooden floor, with my hair lightly falling around my face. I couldn't see it anywhere. Then finally, I caught sight of it near some big box looking thing. Overjoyed I crawled near the bottle leaning over to pick it up when...
"Ahh!!" The weird box thing started eating, and I do mean EATING, my beautiful hair! Completely forgetting to try and keep quiet I started screaming frantically tugging on the strands of hair. "Give me back my hair!!" And of course, just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, my kicking foot knocked over the large bottle of dye which was now soaking into my clothes. "Nooo!" I began to wine. This could not be happing. I was so caught up in my hair and the pink dye running over myself that I failed to hear the door open.
"Ginny?" Oh no, I know that voice. Grunting slightly I turned around, still tugging on my hair, to see a very shocked Harry and Sirius.
"oh, uh, Hi Harry fancy meeting you here eh?"
"Gin you..you're pink a..and your hair..it's in a paper shedder." I tilted my head slightly.
"My hair is not paper Harry." Sirius starts to chuckle waving his wand freeing me from my awkward state. I immediately looked relieved.
"Thank you so much."
"Um, I wouldn't really thank me yet." My eyes narrowed.
"Why not?" Harry starts to look nervous.
"Gin lets go down in the kitchen, We'll try to get the pink off of you."
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"Now, now Ginny it's not that bad." Sirius answered while helping me up, "lets go to the kitchen like Harry suggested an we'll fix it." I started getting nervous.
"fix what?'' I asked, but they both just pretended not to hear me. As we made are way to the kitchen I almost went over to the hallway mirror, but decided against it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see what I looked like, after all I was already embarrassed enough with out knowing. When Sirius pushed open the door to the kitchen he politely asked me to sit down and told Harry to go wet a rag to get the pink of my legs. I felt sort of awkward as Sirius was being so nice to me. I heard so many stories about how he was this terrible man that I honestly was still frightened of him even though I knew none of it was true.
"So," He says while taking a sit in front of me, "What exactly was your plan?"
"My plan?"
"Well, you weren't planning on dying yourself pink were you?" He looks at me thoughtfully. I blush feeling like an idiot all over again.
"Oh, well no, not exactly." He nods for me to continue. I pause for a second.
"You see it was supposed to be for Fred and George." Sirius leans back in his chair.
"Ah, the twins." He glances over at Harry as he hands me the rag, "Quite a pair aren't they?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, a pair of good for nothing prats." Harry laughs a little.
"I see." Sirius nods. He then abruptly gets up and starts rummaging trough a drawer pulling out a pair scissors. My eyes widen.
"What are those for?" I ask panicking. He raises his eyebrows.
"You want you hair to be even don't you?" Before I can even answer he already begun cutting my hair. I grip the chair tightly until he's done.
"how does it look?" I ask, though I'm not sure I want the answer.
"It looks fine, really." Harry said after a moment.
"Are you sure?" I ask looking at Sirius. He starts making some weird face expression at me.
"What can I say? I'm just that good." Harry laughs. I glance down examining the strands. My hair was now just a bit below my shoulders.
"Do you know who you remind me of Ginny?" Sirius ask while sitting back down.
"No." I say meekly.
"Lily." He said simply. Harry looks at me in then back at Sirius."
"She does?"
"I do?" I say shocked.
"Defiantly." He pauses," You see she was always trying to pull pranks on her sister Petunia. Quite funny really." Harry smiles instantly. I know he's not to found of his aunt.
"And," Sirius adds, "She was always a cluts." I blush. I hated being referred to as a cluts.
"Oh, well thanks." I say after a couple moments. Sirius yawns.
"Yes well I'm going to go to sleep Harry. I did enjoy our talk we had earlier," He glances over at me before standing, "I think you can keep her company now Harry. She may need some help getting all the pink off her legs," he laughs. "Ah yes, just like Lily," he sighs. "See you two at breakfast," He smles while walking out the door.
I looked down at my legs knowing that I was blushing. I never really talk to Harry and this was my chance. Too bad I had absolutley no clue waht to say.
(A/N: you know what's sad, that paper shredder thing happened to me. Only I was looking for a pencil.) Will write more soon! Harry and Ginny moment in next chapter so don't kill me yet!)