Ginny

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Chapter Five - Ginny

 * Ginny Weasley *

 "How was I meant to know that your precious Wood would be there it’s not my fault I’m rubbish, everyone keeps comparing me to a top Quidditch player.” Ron rolled his eyes and started eating a box of bertie bott beans.

 “I wasn’t comparing you Ron, You've been rubbish in your own right recently. You turn up late, spend training kissing Lavender and just generally acting like a git” Harry yelled. I giggled at that yes Ron was definitely acting like a git and it was good for my brother to receive a dressing down sometimes.

 “You’re just jealous because i've got a girlfriend” Ron shot back, Harry hasn’t got a girlfriend? This puzzled me. Harry opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted

 “Please” Hermione sighed as she sat down between them “Why would Harry be jealous about your lack of taste, when clearly he has some” she opened the daily prophet and smiled at me knowingly. I was becoming increasingly confused but looked back at the page in my potions book.

 "Shut up 'Mione no one asked you, know it all” he glared at her over the newspaper “you know Snape was right about you” he snapped. “You are a complete idiot Ronald” Hermione ran from the room fighting back tears. I sighed.

 “WON WON “Lavender squealed, I rolled my eyes, my brother really did have appalling taste, and she was so clingy and well annoying. I finished my essay and greeted Dean Thomas, my boyfriend with a kiss. Harry looked at me at that very moment; I pulled away from Dean slightly.

 “I could fill in for Cormac if Harry wants an extra Quidditch player” Dean grinned. I glanced back at Harry he was now deeply involved in an argument with Ron. I stood up “I should go after” I indicated to Hermione’s empty seat, Dean nodded. I ran past Harry, Ron and Lavender to find Hermione.

Short but sweet I hope, up next is Potions class based on Amortenia (Love potion) see if you can guess who each Character is talking about and leave a review for that chapter with your idea.

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