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"Ginny I need to talk to you," Ron called from the couch in the common room as I tried to creep past to the stairs. I cringed and slowly turned around.
"Yes, Ron?" I asked sweetly as I could as I walked over to the couch, hands folded behind my back.
"Where the hell have you been? It's nearly two in the morning!" Ron yelled, standing up in a flurry and waving his arms around.
"That's really none of you business now is it Ronald!" I yelled back, putting my hands on my hips. Doesn't he understand I can take care of myself?
"You were with that Rigald boy again, weren't you!" Ron accused pointing his finger in my face, his ears growing redder by the minute. I just gave him a look before turning to walk away.
"You were! Ginny this has to stop, he's bad news." Ron said, making me turn back around in anger.
"You don't even know him, Ron! And don't you dare tell me what to do!" I yelled, meeting Ron's glare with one of my own.
"I know enough about him to know that he isn't good enough for you. If he was such a great guy, you wouldn't be sneaking behind my back to meet him and not coming back until the wee hours of the morning!" Ron said, crossing his large arms across his chest. God how I hated those arms; these arms that have scared so many guys away from me.
"Why don't you just leave me alone and let me live MY life as I please!" I said through clenched teeth, trying to calm myself down.
"I can't do that Ginny when you're out there making a fool of yourself," Ron said so calmly that it pissed me off more then to what he actually said.
"How dare you. How fucking dare you!" I screamed, all the while aware of the sound of feet scrambling down the staircases.
"Ginny, I'm only trying to protect you!" Ron yelled as Hermione and Harry came bursting through a crowd of people.
"What the hell is going on down here?" Hermione asked, looking form Ron to me.
"Ron here is trying to tell me how I should live my life," I snapped, never taking my eyes off Ron.
"I already told you, I'm only trying to protect you. I don't need you to become some type of floozy," Ron said, waving his arms around again.
"Ron!" Hermione gasped, stepping in front of me, as if shielding me from his hurtful words.
"What? With the way she is acting these days, it is only a matter of time. And as her older brother, it's my job to protect her!" Ron explained to Hermione.
"Maybe you should leave me to make my own choices!" I yelled moving back in front of Hermione.
"You're not capable of making your own choices Ginny. If you were, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now," Ron said coolly.
"I hate you," I said barely above a whisper, looking down at the floor.
"What?" Ron asked.
"I HATE YOU!" I yelled, looking into his hurt eyes, before shoving past everyone to make a mad dash for the stairs.
I burst into the girl's lavatory, crying harder then I ever had before. I know all to well what people say about me. How I used to be such a good girl, now look at me. Truth is I never really changed. What actually happened was Draco Malfoy thought it would be funny to start a nasty rumor about me and some nameless guys, and everyone believed it, even Ron. Well almost everyone; I still had Hermione and Harry.
Harry, God he is perfect. From his shaggy black hair to he beautiful green eyes. I've always like him since I first laid eyes on him at the train station Ron's first year, but now the feeling runs so much deeper. Nevertheless, I don't think he'll ever know me more then Ron's little sister. Especially with all the other girls dying to get his attention.
"Ginny?" Hermione's soft voice asked through the doorway.
"Yeah, come in," I said trying to wipe away the mascara running down my face.
"Hey sweetie, are you alright?" she asked, pulling her silky red robe around her, before sitting on the floor next to me.
"Peachy-fucking-keen," I said sniffling and rolling my eyes.
"Oh sweetie, I know Ron can be such a meathead sometimes and a real jerk most of the time, but he's only trying to look out for you." Hermione said, brushing my hair out of my face.
"More like trying to control every aspect of my life," I sighed, pushing her hand away.
"Actually I think he finally realized that you're growing up, becoming a woman, and it scares him," Hermione said knowingly.
"Well it's about damn time the bugger noticed," I said shaking my head.
"This whole thing is really stupid. You and Ron need to sit down and discuss this like adults," Hermione said standing back up and brushing off her robe.
"Yeah, like that will every happen," I said pushing myself off the ground and walking over to the sink to wash my face off.
"You guys are family, you shouldn't be fighting all the time like this," Hermione said, placing her hands over her heart. Sometimes she's just so pure that it makes you want to throw up.
"Herms do you have any siblings?" I asked leaning against the sink.
"No, you know that," Hermione said with a light laugh.
"Then you really shouldn't be giving me advise about mine," I snapped before walking out of the bathroom, leaving the shocked Hermione behind me.
I hated behind mean to Hermione, I really did. She is my best friend after all, but right now would not be the best time to get on my nerves. And she tends to do that from time to time, with her outstanding grades and pure and good-natured attitude.
I walked into the 6th year dorms and a noticeable hush came over the other girls who were all gathered around one bed. They all turned and looked at me as if I were going to explode again.
"What?" I snapped at them and they all shook their heads and turned away. Whatever, fuck them.
I climbed into my bed, aware that they were staring at me again, and shut the curtains around my bed.
The next morning I woke to Hermione prodding me with her finger and saying my name repeatedly in my ear.
"What do you want?" I asked groggily, turning over in hopes of her leaving me alone.
"It's noon, time to get up," Hermione said, pouncing on my bed.
"Herms, it's Saturday!" I groaned, covering my head with my blanket.
"Yes, I know, but you need to get up," Hermione said, shaking me vigorously.
"But why?" I whined, curling myself up into the fetal position.
"Because I said so," Hermione said, snapping my blankets away from me and pulling back my curtains so the light streamed over my face.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up," I said, sitting up in surrender. Hermione hated when anybody slept past noon, she said it was a total waste of a day. Uh huh, right.
"Good, now get dressed and meet me in the common room so we can discuss that potions paper you wrote. It needs a little help," Hermione said cheerfully, before leaving me alone to get dress. Of course, leave it to Hermione to ruin my dream with Johnny Depp for homework.
I contemplated going back to bed, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before she came back up here to get me. So with another groan, I rolled out of bed and grabbed quick shower before I put on my red and black plaid skirt, black tank top and my black hooker boots. I also slipped on my "sleeve" of jelly bracelets as Hermione called it, and pulled my 'I heart Witchcraft' arm band up by my elbow. Finally I trudged myself over to the mirror so I could come out my long, red hair and put on my dark "rocker" make-up, as Hermione liked to put it. I'm into a punk-rock phase right now as you can tell.
"About time," Hermione sighed as I slowly walked down the staircase.
"What?" I asked, as I slumped into a chair.
"I don't see why you need to spend so much time getting ready," Hermione said shaking her head. She of course was wearing a simple jeans and tweed-jacket combo and her face was make-up free.
"Sorry I like to be different," I said, twirling my hair around my index finger. I bad habit of mine.
"Whatever, lets just get started on this paper," Hermione said, putting a smile back on her face and getting her correcting quill ready.
About half an hour and two parchments later, Hermione was finally satisfied with my paper.
"Her girls, what's up?" Harry asked, coming through the portrait hole all muddy from a slack quidditch game no less.
"Hey Harry, just got done helping Ginny with her potions paper," Hermione said, collecting her quills and reference books.
"Yeah, it's been great," I said lazily.
Harry laughed and shook his hair out of his eyes. I could not help but stare.
"Well if you'll excuse me, I must get to the library and work on my Transfiguration essay." Hermione said, grabbing her book bag and walking out through the portrait hole left open by Harry.
"That paper isn't due until next week," Harry said almost to himself.
"Well you know Hermione, 'Procrastinators are only looking for trouble'," I said, imitating Hermione's voice, making Harry laugh. I tried to look calm and collected, but my stomach was doing summersaults at the fact he was sitting on the couch, mere inches from me, and no Ron and Hermione were around to bother us.
"You sound exactly like her," Harry said, rubbing away the mud form his face.
"Why thank you," I said, giving a small bow. I have been known to do really good imitations of people. What can I say, it is a gift.
"Bugger I'm tired," Harry sighed, laying his head back against the couch.
"Yeah well, you didn't wake up to Hermione pouncing on you," I said, twirling my hair.
"No, I had Ron," Harry said, shaking his head, then looking at my face to see my reaction at the name Ron.
"You mean the freak who feels the need to control everyone's life?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"I know some of the things he said were pretty harsh, but I know he's just trying to look out for you. I mean if I had a little sister, I'd probably feel the same way," Harry said, sitting up, and resting his elbows on his knees.
"Whatever," I said, "I'll forgive him as soon as he says sorry."
"Good and I'll make sure he does," Harry said, with his ever so cute smile.
"Yeah, great," I said as I kept crossing, un-crossing, and re-crossing my legs.
"Hey how about I get cleaned up and I take you down for a late lunch," Harry said, standing up and giving me a wink.
"Um, yeah, okay," I said as my heart began to flutter.
"Great! See you in a few," Harry said, going up the boy's staircase.
"Yes!" I cheered as soon as I knew he was out of earshot. I get to have lunch with Harry, by myself! Could life get any better?
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