Slytherin Pride

Remembering

Mione's POV
I skipped up the steps to Griffendore tower, dinner was great. It had been a great day and it had ended with a splendid meal. I walked in the portrait hole and found Ron sitting in an armchair by the fire. His quill was scratching furiously at the paper. I was so proud I smiled, then blushed, did I like him? Or was Ron just getting to my head? I shook the thought off and walked upstairs. I found Gin collapsed on the desk, drooling all over one of my text books. I gasped and surged forward. I ripped the book out from under her. And her head slammed into the table and she awoke with a start. She groaned and rubbed her head, but I was too busy fixing my book with magic and a little bit of perfume. So my book would no longer smell like Ginny spit. She looked murderous. I would too though if someone let my head crash into a wooden surface. "What the hell was that for?!" I smiled and replied, "for drooling on my book that's what!" She cracked a smile. "...I don't drool!" She said defensively. I just shrugged and turned to the side to hide my smile. "So, why'd you come up here so early?" She shrugged but she wouldn't meet my eyes. "I swear Ginerva Weasley. Tell me the truth!" She just smirked. " oh no. It's not nice to swear!" I stomped my foot. And she looked towards the door. You could see the edge or Ron's profile. She seemed to scoff and roll her eyes. My guess was Ron and her were in an argument, and I would be willing to bet galleons on the fact that the fight is about Malfoy. I smiled and nodded to myself. Ginny shifted her gaze to me. And gave me a questioned look. I just shook my head. She groaned. "I swear one day you're going to end up in a care center." I just laughed. "It's not nice to swear!!!" She hit my shoulder and got up out of her seat. "Are you and Ron quarreling again?" She looked at me as if I asked how to write the letter L. "Are we never not quarreling?!" I shrugged. They seemed to fight more often now days. They were close last year but maybe the fact that Voldemort was rampaging all through England made their family bond a little. I remembered the fight he and Harry got into in seventh year. Ron had gotten so fed up with the slow progress he left me and Harry for a whole two months before stumbling upon us again, but I had my own thoughts. He was also worried about his family. And he couldn't rely on us to comfort him because Harry's parents were dead, and mine were in Australia with their memories erased. I still haven't completely reapplied their memories. They still don't remember little things like my birthdays and my Hogwarts letter. They remember me though, and I guess I should be happy with that, and that alone. Ginny snapped her fingers and I was shaken out of my daze. "You went blurry eyed." I nodded rubbing my indeed teary eyes. "I was just thinking, sorry." She nodded understandingly and started to walk towards the window. "The view is beautiful Mione. You can see everything from here. But nothing can beat the view atop a broom in the night sky, the breeze gently blowing, with the Stars twinkling shyly all around you." I groaned. "I know. I was there. No need to bring up your make out scene on a broom. no telling where it would've gone if you hadn't spotted me!" She glared at me but her eyes gleamed with humor. "You were the one stocking us. So you can't go around throwing the blame to me because you saw someone kiss." I walked beside her and put my hands on my hips. "You had your hand up his shirt and his hand up yours! Plus, I don't think the moaning was necessary for a 'kiss'"' she just shrugged, smirking as she recalled the details as well. I shuddered. But I over exaggerated on purpose. Ginny rolled her eyes and turned her gaze to a fixed point in the sky. He eyes were now also glazed. She sighed, smiling dreamily. I groaned and walked out of the common room. Tired of hearing moans and groans of love.

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