August 1st, 1997
6:36 p.m.
Ginny couldn't look at Harry in the face anymore than she could have in her life. He kept trying to get her alone to talk to her, but she would have to do something that she had forgotten. Gabrielle, on the other hand couldn't get enough of him.
"So, you're the captain of Gryffindor's Quiddich team? Wow, that's so cool!"
She was sucking up to him so much it was disgusting. Ginny just let it go on, and on, and on. Harry didn't want to be rude, so he answered all of her questions politely. But everyone could tell that he was annoyed.
"It must be hard to be the captain among being in your seventh year of school"
"Yeah. Ron, Hermione and I are widely known for our multi-tasking"
"What do you mean?" She asked tilting her head to the side in a confused look.
Harry smiled, "Never mind. Not important"
"No really tell me." She said looking at Hermione and Ron, which were across the living room. (N/A: If you have not noticed, half of the story has taken place in the living room. I do not really have a reason why, it just happens when I write it.
"No, really it's nothing." He said with an annoyed look on his face.
"Ok, maybe later you'll tell me." She said twirling some of her newly returned silvery hair.
Across the living room
"God look at her. You can practically see the drool all over her mouth." Hermione said with a disgusted tone. Ron chuckled. She turned to him.
"You don't think so?" She tilted her head just as Gabrielle had done moments ago. She was mocking her.
"Yes, I do. But leave it. He will take care of it. Don't worry." He said simply looking at Harry talking uncomfortably to Gabrielle. Hermione clicked her tongue. Ron smiled meekly. He threw his head back lazily with a sigh. The orange rays from the dying sun hit his face and neck. Hermione stared transfixed at the way the sunrays blended with his flaming red hair.
Wow, what a difference. I really complement his face and hair.
She looked away, before he turned to look at her. He looked at her quizzically, then smiled knowingly, and went back to his previous position.
Now, the opposite side of the room
"Do you want to go out for a walk?" Gabrielle asked, just as Ginny entered the room. Harry looked at her from the corner of his eye. Ginny ignored them and went to where Ron and Hermione where. Hermione was looking away from Ron, while Ron had his head back towards the window behind him. Harry turned his complete attention to Gabrielle, "No thank you. I don't feel like it. Maybe some other time"
"Come on, Harry. Just a little, it won't take long. I promise." She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Alright. Let's go." He got up and left. Gabrielle looked at Ginny with a satisfied look, then flicked her hair with an air of satisfaction. Hermione and Ginny's mouths dropped to the floor.
"That was a slap in the face." Hermione said unbelievingly.
"I know. But I don't care. She's messing with the wrong person"
Ron's head snapped back, "What are you planning?" He sounded half-excited, half worried.
"Don't worry; what I have planned is much bigger than what you've done before." She grinned. Then ran up her room.
"Ginny!" Hermione stoop up to catch up with her. Ron pulled her down.
"Leave her. She's in her own little world, she'll tell us when she's comes back to earth." Hermione looked at him for a second, then relaxed.
"I just hope that what she comes up with gets rid of that stupid, pompous, stuck up, rich girl. Auugghhh. I hate her, and her stupid sister"
Ron looked at her quietly.
"Why do you hate them? What did they do to you?" Hermione immediately puffed up, while crossing her arms around her chest and sinking into the sofa.
"I don't know. I hate the way they make everyone feel less than them. And the way they get away with everything they ever do, just because they are quarter veela. All veela are really ugly when they get mad. Do you remember the summer before forth year, at the World Cup, when the leprechauns beat them. They went berserk. It just goes to show how ugly they can become. That's just how the Delacour sisters are"
Ron felt like she was holding more frustration, but didn't say anything to try and unleash the wrath of Hermione Jane Granger. He kept quiet, which probably saved his skin.
"Look, I need fresh air. I'm going out"
"Wait I'll come with you."
Meanwhile up in Ginny's room…
Ginny looked at herself in the mirror, and imagined that she was looking at Gabrielle.
"I'm sick of playing nice. Gabrielle Delacour, I'm declaring war on you and your stupid sister." She looked like she was ready to kill someone.
(Uh-oh! Anyway, sorry I took so long. I hope you liked it. I'm going to write what I initially wanted to, the war between both Gs. Please R/R!! I don't mind flames, as long as they help me with the story and to better my writing! And that's not a typo. Special thanks to BattleWiz88 for reviewing every chapter!!!!J)