Of Love and Nargles

Okay, so, when Harry is around, I can't really formulate a completely coherent sentence... Or eat anything without my elbow ending up in some kind of food — like a butter dish. But, that has nothing to do with the fact that I fancy him (because I don't). Like my dear (and completely non-loony) friend, Luna, says, it's all because of the Nargles.


2. In Which I Accept A Date

I hid in my room for about a week. Hermione said that I really should just go and apologize. My answer to that was, "I BLOODY WELL DON'T THINK SO!"

I didn't really do anything wrong. I mean, yeah, I got angry and yelled, but hey, I'm a Weasley. What else is new?

And besides, Harry had just taken my heart, threw it on the nasty, library floor and stomped on it.


I was at perfect liberty to do whatever I'd like. And if that meant brood over Harry Potter, then I was going to effing brood over Harry Potter, and I told as much to Hermione.

"But, Ginny," she said. "Don't you think you should... I don't know... Get over him? I mean, you can't let your feelings for Harry rule your life. You have to live without those feelings clouding your path." I bet she read a book on it.

"No." I said, rolling my eyes. "Stop trying to tell me what to do. You're clouding my path."

Hermione huffed. "You don't have to get all sassy with me, Ginny. I'm just trying to help." I groaned and flopped over in my stomach, playing with the hangings on my bed. "Viktor Krum asked me to the ball."

I sat straight up and gaped at her, much like a goldfish, I am told. "Why the bloody hell would he do that?!" I screeched.

Hermione frowned at me, a blush covering her cheeks. "Well, why not? I mean... Yes, he's older than me and—and I know I'm not all that pretty, but I..." I have her a look that clearly said 'shut up—NOW.'

"Shut your trap, 'Mione." I said, rolling my eyes. "Of course you're pretty! Damn gorgeous! I didn't mean it like that... Sorry. It just surprised me is all."

"Oh, alright!" Hermione said, a small smile on her lips. "He asked me in the library."

"Ah," I said, smirking. "Your natural habitat — of course!"

Hermione swatted at me, laughing. "Shut it, you! He... Viktor is always in there... And, well..."

"So are you." I finished for her. "It makes perfect sense, really. And, I bet you never fawn over him like all the other bints out there. It's appealing."

Like you do with Harry…

Shut up, brain! I don't fawn over Harry!

Hermione nodded absently. "Yeah..."

I could tell her mind had taken her elsewhere, so I fell back against my bed again. At least one if us gets her fairy-tale ending. If you could call Krum a prince…

If only Harry would get his act together and realize that I'm not just 'the youngest Weasley.'

Hermione took one look at me, waved a hand in front of my face, shrugged when I ignored her, and then quietly exited the room, leaving me dwindling in the Land of If Only.



I was sitting in the common room, reading a stupid romance novel that I had stolen from one of my roommates. I wasn't into it.

I chucked it across the room and hit a little first year in the back of the head. He (I think his name was Greg, or something like that) whimpered and tried to make a run for it, but he rammed into a studious-looking fifth year, who had an arm full of books. Tina (the fifth year) swore loudly and dropped her heavy volumes, which tumbled onto a table, knocking over some random sixth year's ink-well, dousing everyone within a three-foot radius in rainbow-colored ink.

"WHAT THE - ?!" The sixth ear screeched. "MY ESSAY! IT TOOK ME FIVE BLOODY HOURS TO WRITE THAT!" Then, everyone involved (save for me) started yelling and throwing insults around.

I winced at the domino effect and started to inch my way out of the common room before anyone could point out that it was my fault. Eight to one doesn't seem like it would have a good outcome. I was almost to the portrait hole when I heard it.

"GINNY!" someone yelled. I froze, gritting my teeth and fingering my wand. Well, I wasn't about to give in that easily. If I was to go down, I was going down fighting. "GINNY, WAIT UP!" The voice yelled again.

I heaved a sigh and spun around, my wand inches from the perpetrator's face. "Neville?" I asked, relieved, lowering my wand. "Oh, thank Merlin it's you. I thought it was one of those barmy people over there set on revenge… Er, you're not one of them are you?" I had just noticed that Neville was covered, from head to toe - literally - in shiny rainbow ink. I raised my wand again. I could take Neville any day of the week!

"Uh, no…" Neville said, shifting awkwardly. "I, um, just wanted to talk to you…"

"Oh, okay then. What's up?" I asked casually. I wonder how long it'll take for all that ink to come off…

"Oh, uh… Well, you see… I, um… I asked H-Hermione to the ball." Neville choked out.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Oh… She's going with someone else, isn't she? She told me that K - er, that they asked her just yesterday."

"Yeah, I know," Neville said, miserably. "She's just told me." He pointed to where she was sitting, and I glanced over to see Hermione (devoid of any ink, thankfully) glance up at me and smile encouragingly.

"Oh…?" I couldn't see where Neville had been attempting to take his ramblings, so I clapped him on the shoulder and said bracingly, "Well, sorry about that then, Nev. I'm sure you'll find someone to go with you by the time of the dance." I smiled in a friendly way and made to step towards to portrait hole. I could see Tina eyeing me from across the room - and it was quite scary, actually.

"Wait!" Neville said, hurriedly. "Um, well, I was… Just wondering if, maybe…" he trailed off uncertainly and mumbled something unintelligible.

"I'm sorry," I said, my brow wrinkling. "What was that?"

"Wouldyaliballwidme?" Neville said in a rush. He stood there in front of me, as still as a statue (I think he was holding his breath…) and very wide-eyed. I'm sure that underneath all that multi-colored gunk he was blushing, but unfortunately I couldn't tell.

"Um…" I still had little to no idea what Neville was talking about. I glanced around me, hoping to find an escape route, when my eyes landed on Hermione once more.

"Go on," she mouthed. "Say yes!" And, that was the final piece to the gigantic puzzle.

"OH! Are you asking me to the ball, Neville?" I asked, kindly. Neville nodded, looking very relieved that he didn't have to repeat himself. "Well," I said haltingly, my thoughts straying to Harry before I could help it.

NO! I scolded myself. He wants to ask Cho Chang, not you! And, besides, you want to be friends, remember? FRIENDS! JUST SAY YES, YOU IDIOT! You won't get to go otherwise and Neville is nice enough when he can actually formulate sentences…

"Alright, then." I finally said. "I'd love to go with you." He beamed and let out a humongous sigh of relief.

"Okay, so - er, yeah. That's… just, um... yeah," he fumbled, his grin never faltering. "See you later, Ginny!" And with that he sprinted out of the Common Room, leaving me smiling amusedly.

That smile vanished as soon as it had come, as I spied Tina, Greg, and many other rainbow people advancing towards me with menacing glares and sadistic smiles. With a strangled war cry, I launched myself out of the portrait hole, after Neville. "SAVE ME, HERMIONE!"

But, alas! my last glance of the Common Room before the portrait slammed closed was of Hermione, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the book in her hands.

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