Who is able to loose their text book at the first day? Even before class started!
I stared at the boy who was blushing furiously and looking quite miserable, "I'm sorry, Ginny, It's just, I was really trying to read a few chapters before class starts, but as it turns out that they were gone before I could even open them…"
"Neville," I said patiently, "Why are you saying sorry to me? I will not be the one who punish you, so let's just focus and try to find your text books ok?"
"How?" Neville was on the brink of tears.
"Well, I have an idea; you could post posters around Hogwarts. Since everybody has their own copy of textbooks I don't think that anybody will deliberately steal yours." I said.
But as soon as I said those words, I regretted it, because I saw that behind Neville, there was Pansy from Slytherine, who was quite content with herself, and was whispering words in another girl's ears and snickering.
I sighed, and stood up, "Neville, I really need to go to class, try to work on that poster, and I'll teach you a duplicate spell at lunch, so you don't have to write so many of them."
"Thank you so much, Ginny, I don't know what I would do without you."
I grabbed a treacle tart, carefully avoiding the syrup so it would not drip all over my hand, and gobbled it all up as I ran up the corridors and got just in time to Professor McGonagall's class. Harry was walking out with Ron, and to my dismay, my heart skipped a beat.
To the sight of the boy who lived, of course. Not my stupid brother.
"Hello Ginny," Harry smiled warmly, but somehow I could tell that it was obvious that his heart was somewhere else.
"Hey baby sister." Ron said, patting my head. I gave him a look that froze him on the spot.
"My dear brother Ron," I said, "Maybe it is not so obvious to you, but I have been spending more than 5 minutes on my hair everyday. You are welcome to help me straighten it tomorrow."
And I walked in to the classroom with my head held high.
I pride myself for not staring at Harry so lovingly today. Even after his shadow.
"Luna, how was your summer?" I asked as I sat down next to her.
"It was fun." Luna said in a dream like voice. "Did you know that Neville lost all his text books?"
"I know.. how did you know?" I asked questioningly.
"I saw some Slytherines going past the Ravenclaw common room snickering, with his textbooks."
"Why didn't you stop them.." I asked, wanting to faint.
"I'm not in your house, Ginny." Luna said pointedly, "But if it's any comfort, if it were your text books, I would surely stand up and retrieve them."
"Thank you…" I said as McGonagall yelled for us to shut up.
By the time lunch rolled around, I received my first piece of gossip of the year. Sean and Rose are going out.
"As of when?" I asked, amazed.
"As of this morning." Lavender told me secretly, "Don't tell anyone else ok?"
"Ok." I said, eyeing the couple in the corner, who was snogging each other's face off.
"Ginny!"Neville ran in to the common room carrying his poster, "I made a poster!"
"That's wonderful, you wait right here." I said, stomping out of the common room and straight towards the cafeteria.
"Pansy, give Neville his books back," I said.
She eyed me up and down, and said, "Why should I listen to you… blood traitor."
She didn't even try to defend herself. I was amazed; then again, the motto of Slytherine is probably, "if you want something just take it."
"Is that a pimple on your face?" I asked casually, "Because, you know… I heard Neville spilled some weird powder on his textbooks yesterday."
She went pale.
I stomped out of the cafeteria, pushing away the Slytherines that tried to block my way, and ran towards my common room.
Hermione was sitting beside the fireplace and drinking earl grey, I ran towards her, and she begin, "Honestly, Ginny, I don't know why you have that thing as your brother. Look at this paper, it's only a in class exercise and he almost failed it. Doesn't he know that Lovette is not the goblin that led the gold mines? Lovette is the man who—"
"Who was the chief architect in social reforms that led to the goblins revolution, yes, yes, but Hermione, I want to ask you if you know anything about a special form of powder that would be able to cause pimples on one's face…"
Hermione stared at me as if I'm crazy.
"Never mind." I sighed, that's when Harry and Ron came in.
Hermione immediately attacked Ron on how crappy his paper is.
"Look at this! Did you read anything at all during the summer? Do you even know who Lovette is?"
"Hey! I said he is a radical… little goblin."
"He is a MAN! A MAN!" Hermione was at her wits end.
Harry and I looked awkwardly at each other.
"So." I said lamely, "Did you know Lovette was a man?"
"Huh? Oh yea, great guy." He said, "Ginny, you have a little treacle tart on your cheek."
I quickly wiped my face.
"Haha, no, it's here." Harry reached over and wiped it off of from under my eye.
My heart did not skip a beat this time, but instead it was beating like crazy.
"Becareful next time." He smiled at me, and walked towards his dorm.
Leaving me there, and my heart feels like it's about to melt.
"Ginny." Hermione said.
I snapped back to reality, and saw that Ron was gone too, no doubt rewriting his assignment. Hermione was looking at me with eyes that were so sad even I felt sorry for myself.
"He's not going to know, nor care." Hermione said softly.
"I know." I said, trying to be emotionless.
Suddenly a scream was heard outside the common room door, and almost immediately we saw a package of books was flung at us. While Pansy was screaming, "Ginny! You bitch! Leave me and my freaking face alone!"
Neville, who was leaving the Gryffindor common room door open, ran to the books and said in glee, "Hey! These are my textbooks!"
Hermione and I stared at each other, and we burst in to laughter.