"Harry James Potter You'd better have a good reason for being in my trunk!" Yeah and it better be a good one not something like he was tricked into it or something because that would not be a good reason at all.
"Well, actually I was tricked into being in your trunk."
Oh no he didn't.
"Oh yeah who tricked you then?" Stupid oaf it has got to be very, very hard to get tricked into spending 4 friggin days in a trunk.
Wait a minute. He spent 4 days in my trunk. How the heck did he fit? How did he survive? Not that it matters much because as soon as he tells me what the heck he was doing in my trunk for four days I am going to kill him.
"Yeah I am going to go now." Says Hermione as she attempts to leave my bedroom. Yeah I said attempts. I grab her around the waist and throw her on the bed.
"Did you know about this?" I don't know how I knew this but I had my suspicions about hermione from the beginning I knew she was in cahoots with the enemy. And frankly she was the one who pointed out that my trunk gasped. Uh huh if she helped him do this she is going to be in big trouble and I mean big, like elephant sized big. Yeah that big.
"Well actually Ginny, I did know about this but I wasn't allowed to tell anyone not even you. You know I would've told you if I was allowed." Bull crap 'Mione.
"Yeah and why weren't you allowed?" I am a bit angry with my so called best friend for not telling me that Harry bloody Potter was in my trunk. It's not like there weren't any openings in the conversations. Like yesturday before we went to bed she could've been like "goodnight Ginny oh and by the way Harry is in your trunk" But nooooo she had to be all secret like.
"...And that's why I couldn't tell you." Oops, I guess I missed most of her explanationwith my little rant. Okay so it wasn't that little but it wasn't a big rant. Uh oh they're staring at me I better say something.
"That is not an adequate excuse Miss Granger." Ha that will put her in her place. Score one for Ginny.
"You weren't listening to me were you Ginny?" Drat. Oh well I wont tell her I wasn't listening I'll tell her I was and everyone will be happy, except for Harry because he'll be dead.
"No I wasn't." Oh way to not admit anything Gin, now we can't be happy.
"Well, I said that Harry and Ron told me that if I told you then they would stop being my friend." What a pathetic excuse.
"Hermione I don't believe you. You know why? No of course you don't, only I know why I don't believe you and I don't believe you because I know for a fact that if they had threatened you with defriending themselves with you, which I doubt they did, you would know that my brother couldn't not be your friend because he is hopelessly in love with you and you and him not being friends would totally jeopardize you guys ever getting together. So there." Ha I am so smart.
"Alright fine that isn't why I didn't tell you. I didn't tell you because I though that what Harry was doing was very romantic and that maybe you would finally accept his apology and take him back." Hermione says all this very fast and I am only half way certain that I caught all of it.
"What is so romantic about Harry living in my trunk for four days?" I mean wouldn't him showering me with roses and then surprising me with a weekend trip to Paris and proposing on the Eifle tower be more romentic? Not that I've thought about it or anything.
"Ginny come here." Harry finally talks I almost forgot he was here. Almost.
I carefully walk over to Harry and Hermione takes this oppertunity to leave. But this time I don't care because I just looked inside the trunk and am completely shocked. There inside the trunk is like two dozen roses and a long black box. Harry picks up the box and gives it to me. My mind is instantly going over about a million ideas of what's inside; jewelry? Plane tickets? Another rose? Wow this is really romantic. Until I open the box.
I opened the box and was instantly splattered with red paint. What the crap this was supposed to be a romantic moment where Harry begs me to take him back and then takes me to Paris. I want to go to Paris! Not that I've thought about it or anything.
Way to go Harry you just ruined a perfectly romantic moment. I look up at him and he's laughing. Oh my friggin gosh he is not laughing. Oh now he is even more dead then he was before.
"What the crap Harry?" I am so angry I am turning red and giving him the Weasley death glare which I have perfected over the years. Now he stops laughing.
"Well, Fred and George wanted me to test there new invention. Paint splattering jewelry." He did not just say that.
"Harry James Potter why would you possibly test that now? Have you no decency?"
"Hey I thought it was funny. But enough laughs I came here to ask you something." I am not taking him back after this not in a million years.
"Ginny, will you please take me back? I know I was stupid for not telling you I didn't kill Voldemort but can't we put that behind us? Ginny I love you." Aww how sweet. Oh Harry, wait one minute I have paint on my face. Man I am going to yell at him so bad he wont know what hit him.
"No." Oh well said Ginny.
"But Ginny, I love you." Oh boo hoo Potter.
"And I love my face not covered in red paint." And with that I punch him right in the nose. Ha that will teach him. I don't know what got into me. Normally I am not a violent person but he made me so mad I had to punch him. And it felt good.
"Owwwwwwww" Oh IckleHarry is hurt.
"Suck it up Potter and get out of my house!" Now he runs out of my room but he isn't getting away that easy.
I chase him out throwing every hex and curse I know at him. Well this must look like a real sight Harry Potter, boy who lived, with a bloody nose running away from sweet innocent Ginny weasley who is currently covered in red paint hexing him with her famous bat-bogey hex. Ha take that "chosen one".
Ron and Hermione give us some interesting looks as I "escort" Mr. Potter off the premises. As soon as he is gone I turn and go back inside to have a talk with my dear friend Hermione Granger.
"Well?" Ron asks as soon as I sit down at the table and attempt to wipe off the paint.
"Well what?" I ask him.
"Well, did you take Harry back?" He is such an idiot.
"No, Ronald we didn't, and just so you know Hermione has had a crush on you since first year and is currently madly in love with you." Ha that will teach 'Mione. Uh oh she looks a bit angry at me.
"Well, I am going to go take a shower. Bye now." I stand up gracefully, ok not that gracefully. Actually I end up tripping over the chair leg and falling right into a chocolate cake convieniently placed on the floor. Wait a minute what is a cake doing on the floor. Then I looked at Hermione, who has a suspicious look about her.
I stand up glare at 'Mione. "This means war Granger." And with that note I left to take a shower and rid myself of all chocolate cake and red paint. What a way to start the morning.
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