I didn't think that hanging out with Becks and Colin would be so awkward, even if they were going out.

Alas, I was extremely wrong.

They are infuriatingly stuck in the overly cute 'we-just-got-together' phase and are acting like I no longer exist. Please tell me I wasn't like that?

Oh yeah I made an effort NOT to. Glad to see that favour oh so nicely returned.

*sarc*

Sarc to the ultimate level of sarcasm.

So they are sitting on top of each other, almost eel-like in their actions. I mean it is nauseating; yes you deal with that imagery. Sharing the misery helps me deal with it. And if you're wondering why I'm sitting here with the couple from hell on a perfectly nice Saturday, Ron and Hermione have their apparition exam and Harry has fucked off to where ever.

His lessons with Dumbledore are getting more frequent, or so he says. Sometimes I don't know if he's lying to me or not.

Ahhh speak of the devil, he bursts through the portrait hole. Odd he looks extremely frazzled.

Weird.

I role my eyes at the pair in front of me and stroll over to Harry.

'Hey stranger.' I say leaning over my hands behind my back.

'Hey, sorry about the past few weeks things are getting completely out of hand and now I have an... an assignment from Dumbledore...so...' He says rubbing the back of his look extremely apologetic.

DAMNATION!

Am I doomed to be alone for eternity?

As he gives me a swift kiss and darts up the stairs I come to the quick conclusion that I most certainly am. And no, I'm not being an overly dramatic teenage girl, though thinking about it now I'm now reconsidering the proposal to the floor. Though it's probably already married to several other girls.

Slut.

I sigh before deciding to run some drills outside on the pitch. Wonder if Zela is up to something, Katie is studying; well I'm willing to wager that she is.

I run up the stairs and grab my broom and pads. I wander on down to the fourth year dorm knocking on the door before popping my head in.

'Heylo!' I call in to the room.

'Ginny!' 'Hi!' 'Haven't seen you in ages!' A number of voices ring back at me.

'Zela? Wanna run some drills? I'm afraid that if I write anymore my fingers will be permanently stained.'

'Yeah! I was just coming to find you and Kates but I'm sure she's studying.' Zela says leaning against her bedpost clapping her hands happily.

'Maybe we should go distract her! All this study is enough to drive someone insane, except Hermione, naturally enough.'

Zela grabs her broom and frowns slightly. 'Is Ron around to be Keeper?' She asks as we head down the staircase. I spy Monica; one of the other NEWTS's approaching the staircase.

'Is Katie in the library?

Monica looks up smiling slightly, 'No she's up in the owlery. Apparently there is someone very important she is mailing... So important in fact, that I can't know about it...'

'Subtle, very subtle.' We laugh passing her by on the staircase and running out the door.

As we wander through the corridors we spy the trio, the stop talking as we approach. Zela looks confused and I just shrug at her. I'm far too used to such behaviour from this lot.

*sigh*

'How'd the exam go?' I ask shouldering my broom properly and looking at Ron expectedly.

'Hermione passed but I failed by half an eyebrow...' He says looking rather morose, Hermione pats his arm sympathetically and as she drops her arm I notice that her hand twitches towards his. Oh god just grab his and already! But nada.

Effing cowards.

'Half an eyebrow? Merlin that's so close!' I sympathise and hug him swiftly, 'Congrats Hermione! Knew you were going to pass.' I hug as well.

Zela shifts slightly awkwardly, 'don't suppose you want to practice do you Ron?' She asks turning faintly red, that's odd, hmmmm.

Hopefully it's just facing the famous 'Golden Trio', half the school is intimidated by them.

'Nah... Going to mourn my losses and relish in the fact that my nose won't be broken.' He replies looking pointedly at me.

'It was an accident and I said I was sorry!' I defend myself raising my hands up in a surrendering pose.

All I get is a round of laughter and I roll my eyes. 'Annnnnnnyways we're going to find Katie and practice. Laters!'

The three of them practically sprint away from us and I shake my head at them.

'First Colin and Becks, and now this... My life is far too dramatic. Oh wait... KATIE!' I yell jogging over to the staircase where Katie has just appeared; luckily she's changed out of her robes and is dress casually.

'Ginny! Demzela! Hey! Oh going to practice?' She asks looking up smiling.

'Yeah, wanna come?'

'Sure, I even left my broom down in the changing room so perfect!' She jumps down the final few steps.

'Oh by the way, Monica is wondering who your mailing and expects me to some investigating.' I add lightly as we head down towards the main entrance. Katie looks over at me with a curious expression on her face.

'And?'

'Like I would betray the chaser bond we share!' I laugh and the others join in.

-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! -

Well practice was painful.

Literally... Those bloody Slytherins decided to release the bludgers on the three of us... well on me at least. Luckily none of them hit me too hard but I'm still bruised all over.

Even sitting down is painful, I really should go to the Hospital Wing, but I'm too sore to move.

At least I have an excuse for people watching, the past time Hermione reeeeeeeally disapproves of. It's not stalker-ish it's just an outlet for my curious nature.

And speaking of Hermione... Both she and Ron are coming down from the boys' dorms... Looking decidedly shifty. Usually the shifty looks are associated with their extra-extracurricular activities. But Harry's not there... Unfortunately my musings are interrupted by Lavenders' outraged shriek.

Oh dear... I swear that girl is completely nutters; she's actually convinced that she's dating Ron. The guy actually tries to hide behind us to avoid her... and he's well over six foot and getting broader in the shoulders practically every day.

I watch as Lavender storms over to the pair, Ron looking completely baffled and scared and Hermione steadily getting more and more ticked off.

And then the blonde explodes...

Everyone turns round to watch the scene unfurling at the foot of the stairs. Lavender has actually exceeded the sound barrier she is so high pitched. The pair just simply watch, looking terrified (Ron) and completely pissed (Hermione).

Suddenly there is a flash of bright light and Lavender is stuck to the ceiling her blonde hair, well gone and seemingly unable to speak in any other tone then well... yapping.

Like the bitch is she I suppose.

It's somewhat poetic I guess.

Typical Hermione.

I look back down quickly to see Hermione saunter over to the couch in front of me smiling in a triumphant manner. I look over to see a look on my brother's face I should never ever be unfortunate enough to have seen.

It is plain gross.

I look over at Hermione and grin. 'We have been a terribly fantastic influence on you haven't we?' I ask her in an extremely proud tone.

'I have no idea what you are talking about Ginny.' Hermione utters primly crossing her legs and flicking out The Daily Prophet.

I shake my head, smiling, that however ends quickly as Ron plonks himself down on the couch next to me.

'Ow! Bloody Slytherins!' I bite out.

'Language Ginny' I hear Hermione's' voice from somewhere behind the newspaper.

Ron looks at me, frowning slightly.

'Bruises that bad?'

'Yeah.' I reply leaning back on the couch; Ron gets up and jogs up the staircase. Both Hermione and I look at each other rather confused just as Ron reappears with a large-ish container in his hand.

'Here, Fred and George's bruise paste, all part of my birthday present. Apparently I'm going to need it.' Ron finishes handing me the tub, rolling his eyes and sitting down, more gently this time.

'Thanks Ron you're the best! Harry's up to something right? For Dumbledore?' I ask getting up gingerly.

The look that passes between my brother and Hermione confirms my suspicions. I nod before heading up the stairs slowly; I pause at the stair grinning slightly.

'Hey Ron, did the twins scrimp on your present or something?' Hermione looks curious and Ron apprehensive.

'No alcohol? Shame on those two!' I laugh and turn to head up the stairs, not before I see Hermione place the newspaper down on the table and aim her most piercing look at Ron, who has given me the evil eye and groaning.

Ahhhhh being evil can be so much fun!

- Ahhhhh-

Damn the twins, that's all I have to say.

Apparently if you use too much of the paste in one go, there are some rather unexpected side effects.

I look like a Christmas tree!

My skin has turn into an obnoxious shade of green.

Yeah green.

FUCK!

Fuckity fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

I can't actually leave my room to get help.

DAMNATION!

I flop down onto my bed in an angry huff, glaring at the ceiling.

I hear a knock at the door, unfortunately for them I've barricaded myself in.

'GINNY! GINEVRA WEASLEY! Open the door now!' Ack Hermione.

'What?' I snap irritably, not moving from the bed.

'I need to talk to you!' She yells back, 'open the door before I blast it!'

'Fine!' I snap before uttering a quick spell to move all the stuff back into its rightful place. Hermione flings the door open, and marches in, stopping short however as she finally registers what colour my skin has turned.

'What happened?' She asks peering down at me.

'Damned, bloody paste, that's what.' I snap lying back on the bed rubbing my eyes.

'Oh here, I can fix that.' She utters, clearly trying desperately not to laugh at the mental sight of the girl with bright red hair and green skin.

Thank the gods I am friends with the brightest witch of the age, I can't help but think as she waves her wand of me and I see my skin fading back to its normal pale, pale white.

'Oh I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!' I sing brightly reaching up and dragging Hermione into a bear hug.

'Speaking of...' She starts, the red that stains her face rivalling that of any Weasley blush.

'This sounds good!' I throw myself back on the bed and sitting up with my legs crossed. Hermione sits down, in her ever elegant manner. Sometimes I have to wonder how someone as composed and poised as Hermione manages to stay friends with me.

Poised and elegant?

Noooot so much.

Much to my mother's dismay.

'So what happened?'

'Well... I was doing my homework as per usual and Ron was finishing up one of his essays, and I double checked it as I normally do. Well your brother had been using one those dratted self checking quills. Unfortunately the charm began to wear off.' She starts wringing her hands in a nervous fashion.

'Wait the charmed faded? What happened?' I ask perplexed about what could go wrong with that charm.

'He apparently changed his name to Roonil Wazlib... Anyway regardless, I took the essay in order to fix the spelling and he said... well he said...' The moment she starts stumbling over her words I know something is up.

But Roonil Wazlib? That one I have got to remember!

'What did Roonil say?' I say rolling my eyes. Hermione laughs, and quickly stops grimacing slightly.

'Don't make me laugh... He said I love you.'

Oh.

Well.

That was unexpected.

Well the manner in which it came about, not the sentiment itself.

'He did?'

'No need to sound so surprised Ginny!' She snaps flopping down on the bed.

'Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you... It's just that Ron... Is just so Ron. I knew he'd blurt it out or make some huge gesture or something... But I didn't expect him to say it just yet. What's the huge problem?'

'Well what if he means it in a 'friendship' way or 'as a sister' way?' I roll my eyes again.

'Hermione you are one heck of a genius, but honestly you scare me sometimes with your idiocy.'

'That's a contradiction.' I give her my most exasperated look.

'Don't be so bleedin' pedantic. He loves you, in a head over heels, can't stop thinking about you, wants to kill any other bloke who even so much as looks in your direction way!'

'Oh. Really?' Hermione stares at me her brown eyes particularly huge in uncertainly.

'God Hermione, he's been in love with you ever since you punched Draco Malfoy in the face! He's fancied you FOREVER!' I grab her shoulders and stare her in the eyes.

'Oh.'

Hermione gets up and leaves the room, smiling at me faintly, her eyes twinkling with joy.

Awwwwwwwwwww!

Young love.

Though knowing them as well as I do, they won't be getting together this year either. I've got to change my bet.

It's going to be a huge dramatic thing, oh a story to tell the kids for sure!

Hermione Granger is going to be an official part of the Weasley family, I must have her as a sister... I MUST!

Now if only I knew what my infernal boyfriend was up to.

Except I won't find out until there is absolutely I can do to help.

Bastard.

Damn my choice of boyfriends anyway!

Hero's are waaaaaaay over rated.

Well not really, but I'm just annoyed with his constant disappearing acts and stalkerish tendencies towards Malfoy.

I mean how could he want to spend more time following him around when, well, when I'm around.

Not that I'm bragging or anything...

*cough*

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Probably not! But *puppy dog eyes* pwease?

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