Ginny's Room- Parts 1-3 by Hermoninny

Part 1

In awed splendor Ginny stepped back from her 
newly decorated wall. It was a masterpiece. 
Since her first glance at the train station she 
had known. Yes, Harry would be the only one for 
her. She flattened a small corner, perfecting 
the mosaic. 

On her wall, in living color, pictures of 
Harry, Harry's dorm, Harry's stuff, and 
anything that remotely had to do with him, 
created a 10 foot mosaic of his profile on her 
wall. 

Under it, in handmade display cases were some 
odd trinkets of his like: a toothbrush, a piece 
of thread from his robes, sulfer from his 
cauldron, tape from his glasses, a twig from 
his firebolt, and several parchments of paper. 
He had done some schoolwork on them, and 
professor flitwick had let her keep them. 

Next to it, her bed was covered in pillows made 
from material from old clothes and such. There 
was velvety red one she liked the best. Oliver 
wood had let her have one of Harry's old 
quidditch robes, since they had been getting 
new ones for the 4th year. Next to it, some blue 
tie-dye boxers that she had stuffed and sewn up 
to make a pillow, and one banner that said the 
gryffindors had wrapped him up in during a 
celebration. When he had taken it off to go to 
his dorm, Ginny had caught it. On a stand were 
several of hedwigs feathers that Ginny had 
collected to create a replica. It was quite 
good.

Ginny sat back on her bed, and looked around 
her room, hugging the scarlet pillow. Oh if he 
just knew how much I like him! She thought to 
herself, he'd be so surprised! I wonder what 
he'd do?... she amused herself for a while 
pondering this. No best he doesn't know.

Mrs. Weasley called from downstairs,"Ginny! 
Boys! Breakfast! Harry, don't forget we need to 
stop for you too! We'll be leaving for diagon 
alley shortly! Do you have your lists?" putting 
the pillow back in place she headed down 
stairs...forgetting to lock the door. This, 
moments later was discovered by the group of 
boys coming down the stairs...

Part 2

 

"Oi! Fred! Look at this!" George gestured to 
the slightly open door to Ginny's room. "She's 
always got it locked..." twisting the knob the 
door swung open. In frozen terror every boy was 
rooted to the spot. Ron slapped his hand over 
Harry's eyes. Fred and George broke into 
horrified, identical 
screams."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

 

Rons hand was still over Harry's eyes, and 
still in shuddering fright, Harry took Rons 
hand away and stared. It was a shrine, no a 
temple, no a civilization of organized Harry 
worship! Staggering forward they entered. Their 
footsteps padded dimly on the red carpet. 

For in front of them lay a fortress of nothing 
but Harry. Harry choked out a whispered, 
"That's where it went..."

Fred and George looked as though the walls were 
made of gold. "We never...in our wildest dreams..." 
The twins started, but paused. This, this site, 
was not capable of description. It was 
beautiful, yet terrifying all at the same time. 
Harry had no idea what to say, no idea at all. 
His mind had gone amazingly blank. There was no 
present reaction he felt he should do, no 
concept of an action he should take. He stopped 
at the fake Hedwig, and touched the white 
feathers, suddenly realizing that she hadn't 
stolen his bird, just some feathers. It had 
looked so real...Ron looked dizzy. He staggered 
backwards and he landed on a bed. Normal at 
first sight, and then..."uugh! Yubrxrs! 
Mucntblevit!!!" He couldn't seem to get the 
words right. Harry, still gazing around him, 
approached Ron, and his eyes fell to the oddly 
shaped, tye-dye pillow in his hands. Harry 
suddenly realized what it was."Hey...I liked 
those ones..." he said thickly. All the boys 
heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Ginny. 
She had heard the screams. Mrs. Weasley had 
sent her up to see when the boys were coming 
down. Seeing the open door she ran into the 
room, dreading what she might find...and there it 
was. Ron, with the boxer/pillow in his hands, 
harry looking rather green, Fred and George 
looking as if Snape had fallen off a tall 
building, and all of them now looking at her, 
the twins with evil grins. She started back 
down the stairs, tried, but didn't get past the 
door. Fred and George pulled her back and set 
her on a chair labeled, 

"Potter specimen: dorm chair, third year." She 
struggled to get up, but the twins held pinned 
her shoulders against the back. "Talk, explain, 
info...now." Ginny looked at fred to George, then 
Ron, and finally Harry. He looked at her and 
her face went from shock white, to beet red. 
She looked away. "explain what?" she asked 
innocently, trying not to look at the large 
collection of rocks Harry had stepped on, on 
the other side of the room.

A tiny, squeeky voice, hardly audible, made it 
through the scowling silence, "I'm going to get 
some air...uhu...yea...okaaaaay." He left. The twins 
set drilling eyes on Ginny. She squirmed, and 
started quite suddenly, "Well you know me, once 
I start something, just have to keep going, 
make it better than the day before...and you 
know...he's such a wonderful person why wouldn't 
I be this...attached?" George added, "more like 
obsessed!" Ron piped up from the bed, 
"consumed!" Fred looked her in the eye, 
"completely...hilarious!!!!" fred seemed to be 
taking this as some sort of clever joke. George 
soon started in. Their laughter echoed down the 
stairs to where Harry was twiddling his thumbs 
while talking to Mrs. Weasley in low voices.

Ron seemed startled, and gave a hesitant grin, 
but it soon faded. Fred and George seemed to 
have gone out of control. They cackled and 
roared with laughter. Ginny looked quite 
frightened indeed while sinking lower into her 
chair. 

Ron bolted from the room, and Fred and George 
calmed down instantly. They looked her severly 
in the face, and said, " Look Ginny, we'll take 
care of it. Don't worry about what Harry will 
do. Don't mention anything to anybody. We are 
trained professionals...well actually we aren't 
but we've go an idea." Ginny nodded desperatly 
and they started in on a plan. Harry's sanity 
was at risk.

Part 3
 

Fred and George were looking at her with 
sardonic grins. She was scared, because...well 
because... oh you know them! She had no other 
choice though. She looked up. Harry was in the 
doorway. The twins turned to look at him. Harry 
didn't let his eyes wander to the tower made 
from melted glasses he had drank out of to his 
left. He just looked at Ginny with a weird, 
spacey, out of it glint in his eyes. He smiled, 
but it wasn't reassuring. No it was more like 
an empty gaze, childish and oblivious. He 
pointed a finger to the wall he was facing. 
"hehe...you got my toothbrush......!" He grinned 
again, and collapsed on the floor. He was 
knocked out solid. 

Gred and forge looked at each other dragged him 
to the bed, put him on it, and hastily said to 
Ginny "Gotta hurry!" before running out of the 
room.

Time passes...various what not is used to get 
harry to wake up but nothing works, even a kiss 
from a fair maiden...which ginny volunteered for. 
They call Hermione over, who performs some 
extravagant spells.

Finally! Harry dully opens his eyes. Everyone 
intakes a breath, but he doesn't talk. Only 
turns his head to a pillow tied with some 
shoelaces he recognized. So he's pretty much 
acting like...a slug...when it's not crawling 
around.

The twins are seen in the doorway. "Harry! 
Someones here to see you!" A pale blonde boy 
walks through the doorway and exclaims with a 
mocking voice, "Potter! Haha! You fainted?!"

He soon goes into a re-enactment of Harry 
stepping into the room, looking around 
terrified and collapsing into a swooning fit. 
"honestly potter, it's just a bedroom!" He 
sneers as he looks around the shabby walls, And 
does look a bit impressed with our little red-
headed stalker. "Even in my distaste for 
this...family, I had to come talk to you in 
person. And Potter! Ha! Our school celebrity! 
Not so high on your throne now!" He does yet 
another fake faint while sighing wistfully. 
"yes well its all right if you're a bit thin 
blooded. With your mother being a muggle and 
all..."

Harry cocked his head up an inch. And opened an 
eye. Malfoy didn't notice and continued, "Of 
course granger here is even worse! A full mud-
blood." Hermione shifted, but all eyes, (except 
Draco's) where watching Harry. "Well potter, I 
must say, I DO feel a bit out of place in 
here." He eyes some "I love Harry" posters one 
the wall, "but goodness knows I didn't faint! 
Hahaha!" And yet he does an impression of harry 
collapsing, not noticing how OLD the whole joke 
is getting. He then spotted Ginny, "You know 
potter, she DOES have red hair. Didn't your 
mother? Awful color, like it do you? Yes that's 
right. Like father, like son. No wonder you're 
so stupid.""Harry gripped the tie dye pillow in 
his fists.... "Say!... Maybe you'll marry GINNY!"

 
With that, harry stuffed the pillow in Dracos 
mouth and charged him. Draco, distracted by 
what exactly the pillow was, paused, giving 
harry enough time to grab Hermiones wand and 
perform a spell, "noctiwalldrigo!!!" Every 
poster with all the "potter for president, and 
I love Harry slogans plastered themselves all 
over malfoy. He writhed, and finding he could 
not get them off, ran from the house.

From behind him, Harry felt someone pat his 
shoulder. "knew it would work. Dumb bloke can't 
ever keep his mouth shut." With the posters 
gone harry was feeling a bit better. As he went 
to go out the door he sent a wink towards 
Ginny, and she blushed. Soon everyone had 
left...except Hermione. "you know Ginny...do you 
think I could borrow some of this?"

THE END