A/N: Thanks to everyone for the kind reviews!
The Cerebral Coordination of Ginny Weasley
Rating: T
Author: iwishihadsomechocolate aka ValorOrgulloso (I changed my pen name!)
Chapter II: In Which the Score is Ginny: 0, Cho: -1
I don't know why we all ended up together in the same compartment, but we did. Loony Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Harry hunksicle Potter, and I.
I was pretty content, except for the fact that my face flushed every two seconds whenever Harry looked at me. If only he hadn't caught me dancing like some crazy raccoon. With rabies. I hadn't blushed once that summer until then (okay, I lie… just not that much)! Now I can't seem to stop blushing. I would put a harsh sunburn to shame. And trust me, I sunburn like crazy. I wear SPF 50, and I still get burnt. And that's after applying it several times. An hour. And then I get freckles. Dammit, woe is me. Yet I'm not sure I used that phrase right. It just makes me sound kind of knowledgeable.
"Do you want to see what my Gran got me?" Neville asked. Then, without waiting for a response, he pulled out a foul looking plant. It was an ugly booger green with boil-like marks on them that looked all pussy. It was rather disgusting. "Mimblus Mimbletonia," he said proudly.
"Um, that's neat, Neville," I said as sincerely as I could. But really, I didn't know a plant could be that ugly. Okay, I did, I just never thought I'd have to actually compliment one. Harry gave his input as well, saying it was cool and asking where was it from, but I could tell he was thinking along the same lines as me. Luna just stared at it. She probably thought it was infested with a whoositkadoodle.
"It's from southern Bolivia. Wanna see what it does?" Neville asked eagerly.
No, I didn't want to see what it did. "Sure, Neville," is what came out of my mouth. Idiot. Why couldn't I keep my big, fat mouth shut? Why was I such a good person? Alright, I'm not that good of a person, but I don't like being mean (often).
Then, before I knew it, Neville's pus mechanism exploded. He prodded it with a quill. I love him dearly (not that dearly anymore after this little incident), but seriously, what would have inclined anyone to poke dangerous looking plant with the sharp end of anything?
Luckily, I had brought my hands up in time to block out most of the smelly pus from hitting my face. Ew. I almost longed for being at home getting caught dancing in my underwear. Almost, yet not quite. This was far less embarrassing. Just nastier.
And, to top off this perfect situation, perfect Cho walked in. She saw Harry, covered in goo and then looked at Luna, Neville, and I. Though, I could swear she was looking at me with thinly veiled disgust. And I don't think that because I have low self-esteem or anything.
I would like to think she was disgusted with the gunk, but I doubt it. She just hates me. No idea why.
She said something, looking at Harry, who looked a little uncomfortable, but I was too busy glaring at her to pay attention what she said. So maybe we just have always had a mutual disliking for each other. She's popular, and I'm more so (I tell myself this often; I'm almost convinced), so what's not to hate about each other?
Or we have mutual distaste for one another because of Harry. He's hot, I like him, she's not, he likes her. At least I think he does. I'm no fool to think that he likes me. So my goal is to get him to notice me. In fact, today I wore a mini skirt and a green tank top to grab his attention. I don't know if it worked, but I like to think he's all muddled up inside when he looks at me. He'll fall desperately in love with me. First, for my body, and second, for my charming personality.
Yeah, so a little shallow, but I can dream… right?
Cho left after I had glared myself out. Harry seemed a little confused, which I took to be a good thing. Cho confuses Harry, and I don't (that much)! Ginny: 0, Cho: -1. Because, really, I didn't earn any points, Cho just lost one. I'm so fair I impress myself.
It was then, after all this deep thinking, that I realized we all looked like the Boogie Monster, part deux. I thought of a way to get it off of us, and, thankfully, I remembered mum had taught me a cleaning spell last summer when I had to spend a day to clean the entire house with my brothers. I didn't get to use magic, but my mum told me for future reference.
"Scourgify," I said firmly, and every last trace of goo disappeared.
Harry smiled at me, said "Thanks", and I was sure if I was standing I would go weak in the knees. As it was, I got so flustered I tried to brush a piece of my hair out of my face, I set off a chain reaction by elbowing Luna in the face, causing her to throw her magazine on Neville, who dropped his plant on Harry's foot, who jerked it to get the Mimblus Mimbletonia off and ended up kicking me in the shin. Hard.
"Ow!" I cried loudly, grabbing my leg in pain.
"Oh my God, Ginny, are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Harry apologized profusely. He kept saying sorry to the point where I had to stop him. Neville picked up his plant and handed Luna her magazine, the Quibbler, back.
"Harry!" I barked, and he shut up immediately, looking immensely guilty. I rolled my eyes. "It's fine, Harry. I think I'll live."
When my words did nothing to appease him I said, "Really."
He looked hesitantly at by leg, which I had curled up. I realized now that he could probably see my underwear. I quickly lowered my leg before any comments about my duck knickers could be made.
"It's bruising," Harry observed, frowning.
"It's fine," I assured him.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"I kicked you."
"Yes."
"Aren't you mad?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not hurt."
"Yes, you—"
"Harry!"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
And with that, Harry bit his lip to refrain from talking. I looked over to see Neville and Luna, well, mostly Neville (Luna was reading her magazine… upside-down?), looking at me hesitantly.
I sighed loudly. "I. Am. Fine." I told Neville (and a little bit to Harry).
"I really am sorry!" Harry apologized.
"Are you ever going to let this go?" I asked him, getting a teensy bit irritated. Harry was sweet, yet obnoxious. And really, really ridiculously good-looking.
Harry shook his head. "No." I sighed again. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "How?"
Harry shrugged, then seemed to seriously consider. "You could kick me back—"
"Tempting, but no."
"—or I could do your homework for a month—"
"Now, that's an attractive idea. But I don't want to fail my exams, so no." Harry still wouldn't shut up.
"—or I could carry your books for you as long as you want—"
"FINE!" I shouted loudly. Everyone in the compartment froze, including me. I was a little shocked with myself, actually. Harry just wouldn't be quiet, and I had to do something or I threatened to poke the Mimblus Mimbletonia with a sharp object and have Boogie Monster, part trois. Just so Harry would stop being cutely annoying. Because, really, he was a cutie. I wonder what he would say if I told him that. He would get embarrassed probably, but I would be happy because he would deserve it.
It was then that I realized the compartment had been in a shocked silence for the past thirty seconds; which doesn't seem that long when you say it like that, but, really, when everyone is staring at you like you have a third head any amount of time can seem too long.
Finally, Harry smiled. "Okay."
I raised an eyebrow, in a way that I hoped looked elegant and seductive. "What?" My tone didn't line up to the seductive and elegant part. I sounded pissy and confused.
"I'll carry your books for you!" Harry looked eager. Which was great, and probably something I wanted, but he was getting on my nerves. And when people get on my nerves, however hot they are, I can't help but get irritated. And show it.
I rolled my eyes dramatically. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because—" I stopped. "Because I said so!" My reasoning never ceased to amaze me.
"That's a horrible reason!" Harry argued. Apparently he had a different opinion than me when it came to how amazing my reasoning was.
"No, it's not!"
"Yes, it is!"
"Hey!"
"Hey, what?"
"'Hey, you called my reasoning bologna!'"
"I called it horrible."
"Same difference!"
"Bologna's a processed lunch meat."
"So?"
"So will you let me carry your books to show you how sorry I am?"
"Never!"
"Why'd you agree earlier then?"
"I didn't agree!"
"Don't lie."
"Okay."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's an 'I'll think about it.'"
"Yes, then."
I rolled my eyes again, and then turned to face the window. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry grinning. I also saw Neville. He looked very confused. Good, sweet boy. Unlike Harry. I go from wanting to strangle him half the time to wanting to snog him senseless the other half. If we ever had a relationship, it'd be an odd one.
I sighed, looking at the rolling hills of England. Life is weird.
I bet if this story gets into higher chapter numbers, I'm going to have to look up the Roman numerals I use at the beginning of each chapter. I'm going to band camp tomorrow, so this is my little send off. Please review!