She hated mornings. She hated them with a passion that exceeded the burning rage of three suns.

Banging her head back onto the solid wood desk in front of her, Ginny Weasley tried her hardest not to growl at any unsuspecting civilians that may try to smile at her or- God forbid- wish her a good morning. Growing up with all older brothers had instilled some of the less desirable traits of the opposite sex. Namely, her love of sports, belching at the table and her intense hatred of any time before noon.

Cringing at the cherry greetings being tossed over her head, the red headed woman reluctantly brought her head up from the confines of her arms and went about getting out her notebooks and pens for the class that was about to start any minute now.

Any minute now.

When the Professor still didn't walk in after five minutes of staring at the door, Ginny fought to keep her temper in check. She really wasn't a violent or angry person, she just didn't like mornings. Or morning people. Or people who didn't show up when they were supposed to.

Or scones.

So when a man with glasses, a mop of shaggy black hair-and was that a coffee?-plopped down in the chair next to her, interrupting her brooding, she was more than ready to take out her pent up fury on this intruding stranger. How dare he have a coffee when she herself was forced to go without its blessed caffeinated goodness? Had he no shame?

Ginny was just about to unleash her pent up frustrations on the unsuspecting young man when he suddenly pulled out some sort of energy drink from his bag, and with a proceeded to dump the entire can into his coffee cup. Looking over at Ginny with sleep ridden eyes, the young man simply stated,

"I'm going to die."

And with that turned his attention back to his cup full of heart attack and downed it faster that the redhead though was possible. He then proceeded to calmly take out his books and wait for the Professor to walk in and begin teaching.

Ginny sat dumbfounded throughout the entire first half of the lecture until the black haired boy looked over and with a wink wrote on the side of her notebook,

"Nobody likes mornings"

As the class wound its way to a close, Ginny couldn't help but smile to herself.

Ah yes. This was the start of something great.