Hogwarts Juniors

Thtupid Potter. Thtupid Potter and Poor boy. Thtupid Potter Poor boy and Mudblood. I HATE THEM I HATE THEM!!! Mother Broccoli-er! Would you like to know what they did to me? They...they...THEY METHED UP MY FINGERPAINTING! It wath a picture of a...girl and me. A thertain redheaded girl. Okay it was Poor boy'th thithther!

I can't help it...she maketh me feel dare I thay it? She maketh me feel four-feet tall!

"And that is how we make salt water..." thaid Profethor Thnape. "If you didn't do it correctly, THAT'S NOT MY BLOODY PROBLEM, YOU LITTLE GRAINS OF SAND IRRITATING MY SPEEDO!" he roared. Lunch time! I'm going to try and thcore Mith Weathley ath a lunch buddy!

She wath thtanding all alone by herthelf in line. I shyly walked up to her and cleared my throat. She glared at me again.

"I'm thorry I made fun of your brother, Ginevra," I thaid, putting on the hurt-reformed bad-boy fathe. Her fathe thoftens.

"It's okay," she replied.

"Tho...um...I know we jutht met and everything, but, eckthcuthe (excuse) me if I'm being too forward, but...would you do me the honor of being my lunch buddy?" I athk. She thmiled.

"Of course I will, Draco!" she replied. "You can call me Ginny, you know."

"Okay...Ginny." She thmileth and we both giggle. Well...she giggled...I had a manly chuckle. We walked up to the lunch lady and got our trayth ready. She got mashed potatoeth and gravy with a chicken thandwich. I got a lobthter thalad. We that down at our table, clinked our thtyrofoam gobletth in a toatht and dug in.

"Tho, Ginny," I thtarted. "Do you like Quidditch?"

She gathped in eckthitement. "Yes, yes I do! I love Quidditch! When I grow up I wanna be a famous Chaser!" Ath she babbled on, I fell more and more in love with her. A girl who liketh Quiddicth? Now that'th downright theckthy!

"OH I HATE YOU HARRY POTTER!" yelled a voithe.

"I HATE YOU TOO, CHO CHANG!" yelled another voithe. Everyone thtared ath Potter and Chang argued in the middle of the room. I glanthed at Ginny, who wath looking at them with an eckthited eckthprethion (expression) on her fathe. No! She thtill loveth him!

"I NEVER, EVER WANNA SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN HARRY!"

"SAME HERE! WELL, ACTUALLY I NEVER WANNA SPEAK TO YOU. I GOT CONFUSED BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T WANT TO SPEAK TO ME, AND I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT IT WAS THE OTHER WAY AROUND, AND THAT I DIDN'T WANNA SPEAK TO YOU EITHER!" Everyone thtared at Potter, who looked nervouth, and then pointed angrily at Cho. "SO...TAKE THAT!" Cho thtared at Harry then at everyone elthe, she then cried and ran off.

"Did you hear that, Draco?" athked Ginny eckthitedly. "They're broken up!"

"Tho?" I athked. Ginny jutht looked at me and ran to Potter. What have I done?

I that on the Magic Thircle, pondering, jutht pondering over what to do. I can't lothe her, she'th like...the crayonth to my paper...the water to my watercolor! I had to tell her how I felt. It'th the only way. But...thuddenly, Ginny came crying to the Main Room yelling, "He doesn't love me, what will I do?"

Obviouthly, "he" was Potter, well, duh of courthe it'th Potter, if it wath thomeone elthe there would be a huge hole in thith plot. I walked up to her.

"Ginny, what'th wrong?" I athked.

"Didn't you just hear me? He doesn't love me!" she replied.

"Well...it can't be that bad..." I tried. She glared at me.

"Listen here, Malfoy, Harry Potter is the love of my life. I love him with all my...a lot, and he's still in love with that rat poop Chang, if you can't see how bad that is then-"

"Ginny, I love you," I thaid. She thtarted thtaring at me like I wath crathy.

"You do?" she athked. "Why?"

"Becauthe. I don't know why. It'th jutht you. Your hair, your eyeth, your kindneth. All I know ith that if you weren't here, well if you weren't here, it jutht wouldn't be the thame. You, Ginevra Weathley, complete me." She wath already teary-eyed, and a thlow thmile was thpreading acroth her fathe.

"You had me at 'Ginny,'" she gushed, hugging me in a tight hug. "I love you too." We thtayed there, hugging, but we were getting uncomfortable, becauthe people thtarted to thtare. Tho we broke apart, and then jutht looked at each other. And then...

She came closer, and then...

SHE KITHED ME.

She broke away, looking down. She turned deep red, but she grinned.

"Wow," I breathed. "That was...was...sss...?" Oh. My. God.

My lisp was gone. And I could have sworn my voice was two octaves lower. She smiled and hugged me again.

"Ginny!" a voice called. A redheaded woman came to us. God I love thissssssss. "Ginny, who is your friend?" she asked, looking at me.

"Mummy, this is Draco. Draco Malfoy." Her "mummy" turned deathly white. "He is the son of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, who is a Death Eater and loyal follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..."

"Stop it, Ginny, we're leaving. Right now, young lady."

"But I don't wanna leave!" she screamed. "Draco!" she yelled, holding her hand out to me as she was being dragged away. I dropped to my knees and held my hand out to her, when I could have clearly ran up to her. The door closed. She was gone.

"NOOOOOOOO!"