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Who: Ginny Weasley and Pansy Parkinson
What: Ginny has a stalker...
When: December 12th, 1995. Tuesday, 1pm.
Where: Corridors and girl's loo
Rating: PG-13, for now
Ginny had never had a worse night of sleep since her first year when Tom Riddle's diary tormented her. Though she had no idea why back then, she was equally stumped this time. She would lay in bed, staring up at the canopy above her, and shift about and fidget as her mind wouldn't settle. Her body practically tingled and she often tried for hours to sleep before giving into the thing that would let her. Ginny wasn't a stranger to such things but it was the thoughts, and sometimes dreams, causing her to tingle that were so strange.
Having her first boyfriend at the end of her third year, and having dated a bit already in her fourth, Ginny fancied boys. In fact, next to Lavender Brown, she was likely the one that would be considered the most "boy crazy" of the Gryffindor girls even if she didn't squee and carry on like Lavender and Parvati did.
Ginny would find her mind drifting even in class. It took the littlest thing; a smell, a look, a tapping foot... It was hard to identify all the things that would get her thinking like she was a bloke with raging hormones and not a girl with raging hormones. It wasn't like boys didn't come to mind or didn't get her going it was just they didn't do so exclusively or seemingly as often.
Sitting in History of Magic, Ginny had long ago tuned out the droning of Professor Binns. Romilda was doing...this thing...with her quill. She had sat fixated for a time until she realized she was staring then Ginny dropped her head and acted as if her textbook was deeply engrossing.
Thankful when class ended, she stood and had to hide her expression when the shifting of her position told her that her knickers were in quite a state. Not wanting to sit through another class like that, Ginny called to her friends, "I need to stop by the loo. I'll catch up."
The corridors were full of students as she made her way over to the girls loo. Stepping inside, she stopped in front of the mirror. She tightened her ponytail and tried to ignore her flushed cheeks. Ginny straightened her uniform before starting to make her way to one of the stalls. |