Boycotting Valentine's Day

Chapter 2: Damn chivalry all together!

Is it just me or have you ever noticed that right when you decide to give up something it seems to come back tenfold just to taunt you? Honestly, I think fate likes to play games with me.

Well, considering I had decided to boycott Valentine's Day before the actual, well, day I had lots of time to prepare myself. Or so I thought

Each year for Valentine's Mum knits me a red jumper. This year, however, I had decided that I didn't want to associate with anything that even remotely had to do with Valentine's Day, including the colour red. So, I owled Mum and told her to make my jumper violet. Violet, you see, is a very non-Valentine's colour, yet it doesn't scream Look at me! Look at me! I hate Valentine's Day! like a colour such as black would.

Well, Errol arrived late yesterday evening with the package; however, considering I was bogged down by practice and my studies, I didn't find time to open it until this morning. So, there I was sitting on my bed anticipating my very non-Valentine's jumper when I open the package to find a violet jumper...with a BIG PINK HEART ON IT!

And, my day only seemed to get worse from there.

Fully refusing to wear the offending item, I tried to find an alternate outfit. I quickly discovered, though, that my lovely brothers had decided to dye all of my clothing pink. Aren't they just adorable?

When I was finally dressed and ready to go, I realized I had just enough time to make a mad dash to my first class of the day, History of Magic. Well, if you didn't get enough sleep the night before, you're bound to make up for it in that class one way or another.

Well, considering the exasperatingly monotonous voice of Professor Binns, I started to drift off to my own little world. I was having a wonderful dream when Binns actually decided to call on me to answer a question. Binns never calls on anyone! I swear there is some magical force that is jinxing me today. Or maybe it's Harry.

Oh and mentioning Harry, I had it all set in stone in my mind that I was to avoid Harry at all costs today. You see, I honestly believed that it would be easy considering I had miraculously accomplished eluding Colin two years prior.

But not Harry. No, Harry seems to be EVERYWHERE. Do you think it's possible for there to be more than one of him? Or that he has special powers and can Apparate around Hogwarts? Oh, guess not. Hermione just confirmed, for the millionth time today, that it is impossible according to Hogwarts- A History. Can't she just humor me and tell me otherwise?

Well it seems that Mr. Potter is quite a bit harder to avoid than Colin, and I don't even have classes with him! I swear it is his entire fault that I was almost late to Potions, which alone nearly gave me a heart attack.

So, there I was walking down the hallway en route to the dungeons when I suddenly see Harry rushing toward me as though he were a bull charging at the color red.

Ok, so I'm actually over exaggerating just a little, but does it really matter?

Anyways, there I was minding my own business (and quite happy with myself that I had successfully avoided Harry thus far) when none other than Mr. Popular himself comes walking toward me. Well, I had to act fast! Luckily, I noticed a door to my immediate right and I had to take a chance...

Damn! Damn! Damn! That hurt!

It seems that I had walked right into a broom cupboard. Blast. I also felt like a complete berk when everyone in the corridor started laughing as they heard the cacophony coming from the little room I occupied. Although in pain- due to a big tin of paint might I add- I continued to desperately try and find a hiding place.

But alas, it was to no avail! My plan was soon thwarted by the evil Mr. Potter himself! (I really need to stop reading those Romance Novels that Mum tries to hide at home.)

Well, I must've been quite the sight standing in the middle of the broom cupboard trying desperately to use a broom for cover. Realizing my idiocy, I pushed aside the broom and looked up to see Harry holding his hand out to me to pull me out. Oh bollocks! Damn chivalry all together! Why couldn't he just let me be? Couldn't he see that I was quite content and cozy in that cramped and drafty broom cupboard? (Even if there was some sort of an odd object poking into my ribs and I was in a rather uncomfortable position...but that is beside the point!)

So, there he was holding out his hand to save me yet again from impending disaster and all I could do was stare at his hand.

"Er, Gin? Are you ok?" Harry asked me.

Am I ok? Am I ok you ask! No, I'm not ok! I was trying to avoid you and you had to come and ruin it all by coming to save the day! Ergh!

But did I say that? No!

"Er, yes Harry. I'm ok," I answered, grabbing Harry's hand. He quickly lifted me to the safety of my feet. Or so I thought. For some odd reason my foot just HAD to become tangled in a mop and I tripped and fell right into Harry's arms.

How cliché, huh?

Well, I looked up into Harry's eyes and blushed madly. I haven't done that since...well, since second year when I sent Harry that 'Get Well' card. Ergh! Another mortifying memory involving Harry!

"Thanks Harry," I said as he tried to put me on my feet once more. Luckily, it worked this time.

"No problem. Er, Ginny?"

"Yes Harry?" Was this it? Was this what I was waiting for?

"Oh, Bloody Hell, we're almost late to class!" Obviously not.

"Merlin, and I have Potions next! I've really got to go. I can't be late. Bye Harry."

With that I rushed through the halls and made it into my seat just as class was about to start. Sadly, I got a seat right next to Colin.

Is it just me or do I have bad luck?