Harry was pretty mad. It was his fifth year, the 'emo stage', as he liked to call it years later. He didn't even know why he was upset, other than that it involved Umbridge, a house elf, two pears, A History Of Magic, the Transfiguration ward, and a feather. And nobody in their right minds could make sense of that (A.N not even me, I just put down a bunch of random stuff. I encourage you to try to make sense of it, and review what you came up with. I could do with a laugh, so the weirder the better!). But nobody approached him when he was mad. Well, almost nobody. McGonagall had done it before, as had Dumbledore. But he had to be nice to them. And Neville had gone into the dorm room once when Harry was alone and mad, and nobody knew what happened other than that Neville came out in tears. They were extra cautious around Harry the next day, and he avoided all human interaction, even rushing off to broad after potions. But a day later he was his usual self, which bewildered everyone.

But Harry knew that one person mostly avoided him except this year, so he didn't know what the reaction would be. And that person was…

"Howdy, y'all!"

… Ginny. Great.

Harry could see Ron and Hermione shooting the biggest warning glares they could conjure, and almost smiled. But Ginny apparently didn't see them, and plopped herself down right next to where Harry was reading on a couch. She looked at them, and misread Ron and Hermione's faces, but Harry didn't know what she thought they were indicating. Ginny frowned at the lack of response. She looked at Harry, seeing that he hadn't lifted his head from his book.

"You know," she said, looking at Harry. "The proper way to respond to a 'Howdy, y'all!' is at least to lift your head out of your book."

Harry grunted. Ginny waved her hand in front of his face. "Excuse me, is Harry home?"

Harry scowled. He looked up. "Hello, Ginny," he said, and then looked back at his book. Ginny removed her hand. She looked at Ron and Hermione, still shooting her warning glares. This time she recognized them. She grinned evilly. Ron and Hermione's looks turned to fear. Ginny turned back to Harry.

"Well, if you're going to be Mr. Grumpy Face, I guess I'm just gonna have to Cheer! You! Up!" She said the last three words each with a pat on the back.

Harry sighed, but did not lift his head. "Try."

"Oho! Is that a challenge I sense?"

"Not quite, but if you want to manage the impossible, go ahead."

"So it is a challenge."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"We're acting like children."

"Doesn't change the fact that I'm right."

Harry scowled, and Ginny grinned. "Aha!"

Harry scratched his head, and returned to his book.

"Oi! Reading won't make me stop!"

Harry sighed. But he continued to read.

"I will take your book."

He shut the book. "But what if this book makes me happy?"

"Well obviously not, giving the mood you were in when I arrived."

"Well, what if it's that one thing I did that put me in the funk, and the book is my coping mechanism?"

"How is Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them a coping mechanism?"

Harry opened to a random page. "Well, it says here that a Lethifold can kill you while your sleep, so I'm just imagining Fred or George or both setting one on Umbridge."

Ginny put her fingers under her chin and did the motion to symbolize thought. "Good point, good point… but why use a Lethifold, animals that are probably impossible to tame, when you could use a Ukrainian Ironbelly? I could easily get Charlie to send one, and it is 97% more effective. The only casualty that someone might care about is the Defense Against The Dark Arts ward."

Harry chuckled. "Yes, yes, but you can also use a troll, or a niffler, and watch it destroy her office. Much more entertaining, and no casualties."

"I think dragon is best because a troll or a niffler isn't a guaranteed kill, and a dragon could kill her with a sneeze."

"But a niffler could piss her off, and a troll could kill her more efficiently, if it wanted."

All the while, Ron and Hermione were looking at Ginny as though she was a goddess of some sort. No one, had ever been able to make Harry say more than a few sentences, not even the teachers. But here Ginny did it without even trying.

"Defense Against The Dark Arts is useless anyway, with her, and with a dragon, Dumbledore has more time to hire a new teacher, what with repairs and all."

"But a troll is much easier to control, they can be trained much easier than dragons."

"Dragons are still better. And do you know what I just realized?"

Harry was curious. "What?"

"I won."

"On what?"

"I cheered you up."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Where's your proof?"

"You were smiling."

"Was not."

"Was so."

Harry sighed in defeat. "Okay. You win."

Ginny gave a small pump of her fist. "What did I win?" It seemed she would gloat this for all it's worth, and not the 1966 hit by Buffalo Springfield.

Harry sighed. Man, Ginny made him sigh a lot. "You, Ginevra Molly Weasley, have hereby done the impossible, and made Harry James Potter happy when he was mad."

"And don't you know it."