Tell Me

I'm sorry for the long wait, folks. I've had very little time to work on fan fiction over the last several months and most of the time I have had has been spent working on developing an initial outline for my version of book 7. I'm nearing the completion of the first draft of my outline (next up, chapter 31), so I figured I'd better get back to writing this story.

For those still reading this: don't worry, I'm going to finish this. The way it looks right now, there are three chapters left after this one. And everything is about to come to a head.

Yes, this is a short chapter, but things start to come to a head here. The rest of the chapters should be longer as they're the aftermath of what happens here. I tried to lengthen this chapter, but it shouted back at me that short and simple was best for this one.

Please read and review. More reviews encourage faster updates (real life permitting, of course). Of course, constructive feedback is encouraged.

Disclaimer: I'll refer you back to Chapter 1 to save space and simplify things for those whom have already read it.

Tell Me

Chapter 10: Cat Fight

Ginny stalled in her room the following morning to make sure that Harry would be at breakfast when she arrived in the Great Hall. She made sure her make-up was on perfectly and that her blouse hugged her curves tighter than usual.

I have to look like I belong on Harry's arm after all, she told herself. After all, that's where I'll be by the end of the day. That jealous bitch will never know what hit her until it's too late for her to do anything about it. Harry will be all mine!!!

Reaching into her pocket to make sure she had the small bottle of love potion in her pocket, she smiled to herself.

This is the moment I've been waiting for since Harry broke up with me at Dumbledore's funeral. The moment I get him back.

Figuring that Harry would be eating breakfast then, she made her way down to breakfast, making sure to swing her hips enticingly as she entered the Great Hall to get the attention of all the boys to make Harry jealous.

Harry was leaning across the table, smiling at something Hermione was saying.

Ginny fumed. Oh, I can't wait for that little slut to get what's coming to her. She deserves to have Harry stolen right out from under her nose. Then once I've weakened their friendship, I'll curse her into oblivion and her precious Harry won't lift a finger to help her.

She flung herself down in the seat next to Harry and wrapped an arm around him. “Good morning, Harry, dear!”

Harry smiled awkwardly. “Oh, hi Ginny,” he responded.

“Oh, come on Harry,” Ginny said angrily. “That's no way to greet your girlfriend. Come on,” she said leaning her cheek towards him, “give me a kiss.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, you're not my girlfriend anymore, Ginny,” Harry answered with an edge to his voice. “So quit acting like it.”

“Oh, please,” Ginny snorted. “I know you want me, so quit trying to deny it. We're made for each other my little Harry-poo,” she added stroking his arm.

“He told you to back off, Ginny,” Hermione stepped in. “Or do I have to help you do it?”

Oh no, she didn't just jump into this conversation uninvited. I'm going to have to tell her off and find a way to slip Harry the love potion. This may prove more challenging than I first thought.

“Let the man speak for himself,” Ginny retorted.

“Woah, cat fight,” Ron murmured just loud enough to be heard. “If it wasn't for the fact that it's my best friend and my sister, I might have been oddly turned on by this.”

Both Hermione and Ginny shot him infuriated glares. “We are not having a cat fight, Ronald Weasley,” Hermione said.

“Stay out of this, Ron,” Ginny chimed in, “or I may have to Bat Bogey you.”

Ron paled and turned back to his plate and resumed eating.

“Both of you calm down,” Harry said soothingly. “I don't want to be hit by a stray hex here between you two.”

“That won't be necessary, Harry,” Hermione answered. “Ginny doesn't have the nerve to try to hex me, because she knows she'll lose.”

“Bring it on,” Ginny snapped at Hermione. “I wouldn't need to say two spells to have you begging for mercy.”

“I'm tougher than you think, Ginny,” Hermione retorted. “I was the one standing by Harry's side when he faced Voldemort. And just where were you? Crying in your mother's arms because you couldn't take it anymore. Harry needs somebody stronger than that to stand by his side.”

“I was only crying over Charlie's death and you know it!” Ginny screamed. “I would have been right there with you two if it wasn't for that. Besides, Harry needs somebody beautiful enough to be worthy of him, and that's definitely not you!”

“Both of you stop it!” Harry yelled, then he turned and pulled Hermione into a hug and whispered into her ear, making Ginny even more furious.

This is my chance to slip the love potion in Harry's pumpkin juice, while both he and the jealous bitch are distracted and Ron's too busy stuffing his face with food. Harry will be MINE by the end of the day!!!

Discretely slipping the bottle out of her robes, Ginny poured a couple drops of the love potion into Harry's pumpkin juice, making sure to keep an eye on him and Hermione so that they didn't catch her in the act.

Quickly Ginny slipped the bottle back into her robes and turned to resume eating. She kept one eye on Harry's pumpkin juice to make sure that he drank from it, thus ensuring her victory over Hermione.

Just a matter of seconds and Harry will be mine forever, Ginny thought smugly. He'll need to take a drink after whispering to that jealous bitch, not realizing that I've given him the help he needs to ask me out again. And that jealous bitch will have no idea what I've done, she'll have no choice but to believe that he fell for my womanly charms that she lacks.

As Harry turned back to his breakfast after finishing his conversation with Hermione, Ron cleared his throat.

Ginny looked up in surprise. Ron never clears his throat. What's he up to? Did he see me put the potion in Harry's pumpkin juice? And why would he say anything? He wants me to end up with Harry so Harry would be out of his way for landing that jealous little bitch. Not that she's a catch. Even Luna, as crazy as she is, would be a better catch than that little slut.

Just then, Hermione grabbed Harry's pumpkin juice and screamed, “don't drink that, Harry!”

What???

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