Chapter Three: Confrontation is Key
The next morning I awoke with tapping on my window. There I saw it. Yes, it. It was a bloody owl pecking on my window. I got up and stretching trying to make it to the window. I finally made it in the run long and saw it was Hermione's owl. Oh goody. Now I can see what else she's discovered about potions, or astronomy, or some crappy crap that deals with school. Snatching the letter that the bird had on its foot, I opened and read:
Dear Ginny,
Hi. How are you doing? Well, probably not well. You know, I heard about you and Harry. You know he's right Ginny. He just wants to protect you. I think he might even love you. Great, huh? I know you're thoroughly pissed, but you have to understand that Harry has a mission. What that mission is don't even ask or try to find out. He'll tell you when it's time and he's ready. Ok?
Oh wow. That makes me feel loads better. Thanks Hermione.
I'm sure you don't want hear about my love life next -
Ha! No shit Sherlock.
But I need help with Ronald.
OH goodie. My best and most hated subject. Do continue.
During the train home, I tried to tell him my feelings in terms of Quidditch. I don't think I explained it right or put it in the right terms or SOMETHING. If you help me, I'll help you with Harry. Deal?
Now we're cooking with some bacon grease! Or is it chicken grease? You know, maybe it is fish grease? No! It is bacon grease… I think.
Love always,
Hermione
P.S. Oh! And tell Ronald I said hi with much love.
Oh, great save at the end Hermione. Loved it. Absolutely. You deserve a standing ovation. Cue applause. And there's clapping and the end. I got out paper, quill, and ink and began to write:
Dear Hermione,
Thanks for the offer and I am accepting it! At the beginning of the letter I was starting to get mad but you saved yourself and I love you for it. Okay, enough on the subject of me and let's get to you. One thing you have to remember: Confrontation is Key. Yes, most likely you messed up with trying to tell him in Quidditch language because for one you don't know the terminology. And PLEASE don't try to tell him in the book-language. You'll just make him get a brain fart (even though he has had one all his life). Just talk to him in a regular way. Maybe in the spur of the moment? He might laugh at first but once he sees your face, he'll get it.
Forever you friend,
Ginny
P.S. Remember, Confrontation is Key.
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I walked down to the kitchen to get a snack when I saw the twins and their girls in tow. I waved to the four continuing towards the cabinet in search for food. Of course they waved back. Who wouldn't, right? I walked over to the snack cab and opened it to see… THERE WERE NO MORE BERTIE BOTT BEANS. I gasped in spite of myself. Everyone turned to look at me.
"There's no more Bertie Bott!" I said with my brown eyes wide.
All of a sudden, I heard the familiar smack of someone eating the beans. I turned to see Alicia eating the beans. She looked at me and smiled, "Sorry."
I rolled my eyes and walked back to my room.
