Prompt: Fresh Pickled Toad
Words: 100
Ron's eyes twinkled as he stood and chimed his glass to get the attention of the assembled guests. She loved her brother dearly, but that sparkle in his eye and the matching smirk on his face worried Ginny considerably.
Her angst didn't last long. His best man's speech began with her most embarrassing display of affection; the rash action of a child irrevocably in love with Harry Potter: the fresh pickled toad poem from her first year that a dwarf had sung to Harry in the corridor.
One thing was certain by the time he'd finished: revenge would be sweet.
A/N: I can't believe I've got to 25 chapters! Thanks to everyone for reading and sticking with me thus far.
Oh, and for those who want reminding or would just like a giggle:
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad
His hair is as dark as a blackboard
I wish her were mine, he's really divine
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord"
Ch 13 , CoS, (C) JKR 1998
hehehe
Vicky