Crumple Horned Plot Bunnies

By Andrew J. Talon

Disclaimer: I do not and probably never will own Harry Potter or any other copyrighted works mentioned in this story. I am not writing this for profit.


Oftentimes Ginny is portrayed as a crazed stalker in fanfiction, which I never really got. Sure, maybe she became creepy and weird in Sixth Year but she's not a stalker.

But what if she was?


Ginny Weasley had snuck up to the boys' dorms, and snuck right to Harry's bed. She crept to it, bright red, steam threatening to erupt from her ears.

Ginny: So close... I'm so close to his bed...! Harry, my hero...!

She paused, trembling.

Ginny: Nngh... Gryffindor... Courage...!

She leaped, and fell onto Harry's bed. She sighed happily, and snuggled into its warmth.

Ginny: "Ohhh... It smells so wonderful! Just as I thought it would! So masculine and... Gross... And... Are these crumbs?!"

She got up, and checked the trunk at the foot of the bed. It was emblazoned with the name "RONALD WEASLEY."

Ginny: "EEYAAAAGGHHHH!"

She ran and threw up out the window.

Ginny: "BLURRGGHHH! UGGHH! YECH!"

She quickly used the cleaning charm on her mouth, and took deep breaths.

Ginny: "That... That didn't count. That didn't happen! Right, right... Where... Aha!"

She walked over to a very neat four poster bed, right next to Ron's, with Harry's trunk in front of it. She fell into the sheets with a happy sigh.

Ginny: "Ahhhh! My Harry's bed! He's so incredible...! He smells like his soap! I never want to leave-"

The door swings open, and the boys troop in. Ginny squeaks and slides under Harry's bed. A moment later, Harry looks under his bed, confused.

Harry: "... Uh, Ginny?"

Ginny: "Eep!"

Ron: "GINNY?! What are you doing in here?!"

Ginny: "Uhhhh... I was... Looking for..." She held up a black sock "THIS SOCK! And-and here it is! So now I'll be leaving, BYE!"

Harry: "But wait, Ginny-!"

Ginny ran out the door, down the stairs, up the stairs to the girl dorms, and back to her dorm room. She slammed the door behind her, and looked happily upon her prize.

Ginny: "Ohhh... Another sock for the collection! Just one whiff...!"

She snorted in a deep breath from the sock... And gagged, falling over and choking.

Ginny: "AAUUUGGGHHH!"

Back in the boys' dorm...

Harry: "Ron... Why did your sister want one of my Uncle Vernon's socks?"

Ron: "Got me mate. Girls are mad."


Short but I hope you laughed.