A/N: I'm back! Sorry the update was later than expected. I won't go into it, because I'm hoping you are all very anxious to read the chapter!

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Chapter 7: A Bimbo Named Starla

Late in the morning (or early in the afternoon), Harry stirred in the bed, with sunlight pouring in from the window. He opened his eyes and immediately regretted it; his head was pounding. Fighting the pain, he put his glasses on, and looked over at Ginny…or rather, where Ginny was supposed to be. She wasn't in the bed.

Looking over at the other bed, he saw Ron and Hermione residing in its comfortingly clean warmth. Where's Ginny? He though. He got up and walked over to the bathroom door. It was slightly open, and Ginny was lying on the clean bathroom floor, next to the toilet. She had clearly spent the night throwing up. Poor girl. Maybe it was a bad idea to get her drunk. She looks positively miserable. Harry thought again.

Deciding it was best to help her get cleaned up, Harry shook her shoulder slightly. "Ginny. Come on, let's get you to bed," he said.

She mumbled something and didn't move. Sighing, Harry picked her up bridal style, and took her over to the bed. Laying her down, he was at a loss for what to do. I've never been hung over before, what the hell do I do for everyone?! Harry thought.

After pondering for another moment or two, he went down into the lobby to ask someone where he could find a Boots (A.N. It's a drugstore they have in England, if you didn't know. If you're a good 'ol American, like me, you could relate it to a CVS, or Walgreens.). The person at the desk told him there was one only a few minutes away in perfect walking distance. Feeling like getting drunk was more trouble than it was worth, Harry set off towards the drugstore.

Ginny stirred. Her head was pounding, she was dead tired, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea was consuming all cognitive though. All she was able to think was I'm never drinking again. Ever.

Stumbling out of the bed, she went into the bathroom and wet her face from the sink, washing away all of the make-up she had had on the previous night. After washing her face, she went over to the bedside table and poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher. Where's Harry? Ginny wondered.

Hoping that he was getting the rest of them something to help, she went back to bed, and promptly fell asleep again.

Sliding the key card for the hotel room, Harry quietly opened the door with a bag in his hands. He had bought Tylenol and some other brand of medicine that was marketed for hangovers.

He saw that everyone was where he had left them, and looked down at his watch. It was 1:30. Deciding that everyone had gotten a sufficient nights' sleep, Harry proceeded to wake everyone up.

He gave everyone some medicine and took some himself, then told Hermione that the check-out time for the hotel was 2 o'clock.

Hermione groaned. "Are you sure?" She didn't really feel like driving at the moment.

"Yes," Harry said, taking a gulp of water.

The four teenagers prepared themselves to leave the room, and at 2 o'clock, left. The drive home was quiet, mostly because they were all hoping that if they didn't make much noise, the headaches would go away. Ron and Harry's were not as severe as Ginny and Hermione's.

Two days after their wild night out, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny found themselves in a similar predicament. The four of them were just sitting in the family room, watching the television. It was somewhere near five in the afternoon this time, though.

"I'm bored," Ron said.

"We're not going clubbing again. I never wanna be hung over again," Ginny said.

"Yeah, I don't feel like getting dressed up, anyway," Hermione said.

There was silence while they all thought of what to do. Before anyone said anything else, the doorbell rang.

Hermione and Ginny got up and went to answer the door. Hermione opened the door, and a girl with dyed platinum blonde hair (with a good inch of mousy brown colored roots) and bright blue eyes squealed and pulled Hermione into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, Hermione! You look so pretty!" The girl said with a fake smile, revealing even faker-looking, bleached white teeth.

"Hey Starla…How are you?" Hermione said with much less enthusiasm.

"I'm like, totally fabulous!" The girl called Starla barged into the house, looking around, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the less-than-warm welcome she was getting. Ginny quirked an eyebrow at Hermione, as if to say "who's this bimbo?". Hermione mimed vomiting.

Starla said, "Aren't you going to, like, introduce me to your little friend, Hermione?" Little friend? What's this girl playing at? Ginny thought.

"Uhh…Yeah. This is Ginny. Ginny, this is Starla, my neighbor."

"Nice to meet you," Ginny said, feigning friendliness.

"You too, doll."

Doll? Ginny thought. Oh please. We can all see past THAT façade. "Actually, doll, we've got some …friends downstairs," Ginny said

"Yeah, so…" Hermione said, trying to think of the nicest possible way to kick Starla out.

"Oh! I'd love to, like, meet them!" Apparently, Starla really couldn't take a hint. Not to mention Hermione gave an involuntary twitch every time Starla used the word "like" unnecessarily.

"OK." Hermione said, "follow me." And, she led the other two girls into the family room.

"Hey, who was at the do –" Harry started. He stopped talking when he saw the three girls.

"Harry, Ron, this is Starla, my neighbor," Hermione said uncomfortably.

Starla suddenly put on a "seductive" smirk. "Well, hello there." She said, taking a particular interest in eying Harry.

Awkward conversation and much flirting on Starla's part ensued, and suddenly, Ginny felt like punching the obnoxious, unintelligent, hussy straight in the nose. As much as she held Harry's hand and snuggled up to him on the couch, this girl wouldn't quit. It was clear that he had absolutely no interest in her at all, and was simply trying to be polite.

After an hour of boring conversation, Starla stood up, and asked if she could "like, um, talk to Ginny." The two girls stood up and walked upstairs.

"Yes?" Ginny asked, trying her hardest to not come off hostile when she was truly in a wild temper.

"Is, um, like, Harry, like, seeing anyone?"

"Actually, he and I are together," Ginny said.

"Oh please. He can do so much better than the likes of YOU. Hold tight, dearest, because he won't be yours for long." Starla said, suddenly dropping her idiotic act, and picking up a vindictive snarl.

"That's what you think. Frankly, I'm up for the challenge, angel. Bring it on," Ginny said, her blood boiling.

The two girls walked (or stormed, your call) downstairs, with big, fake smiles on their faces.

"So, Ginny, where do you, like, get your hair dyed?" Starla said, picking up her ridiculous act again.

Ginny gritted her teeth, and hinged on a smile. "A smart girl never reveals her beauty secrets, Starla."

A.N. Yes, I know. It's shorter than hell, but I thought this was a good place to stop. Again, I'm sorry this was later than expected. I didn't mean to! I was having incredible writer's block…let me emphasize: INCREDIBLE!

Anyway, I hope you all liked it! The next chapter will be up really soon! I've got the wheels going in my head!

R&R!

-Franchesca