WHO: Ginny Weasley and Ron Weasley WHAT: Sorting out the mess WHERE: An empty classroom WHEN: Friday after dinner WHY: Because apparently they need to talk about how Ginny is an adult. RATING: We'll say PG-13 for Language-type warnings. STATUS: Incomplete
Ginny still hadn't talked to Ron. She knew that they eventually had to talk it out because letting it fester sure as hell wasn't going to help the situation, but she was still a little ticked. Granted, she wasn't nearly as pissed off as she had been last night when it had first happened, but that was pretty much only because Harry had talked her down a little bit. She had a hard time remembering her own name when he was holding her and kissing her and being all sorts of brilliant, let alone remembering what she was angry about.
But after the day she'd had about dealing with younger years whispering and a few of her own classmates acting as though she and Harry were the first people to ever have sex in the castle she found herself getting pushed to her very last nerve again. She'd ducked out of dinner a little early, needing to go for a bit of a walk to clear her head. She was sure that a few deep breaths and getting away from the crowded Hall would let her calm down a bit.
She was walking the path back towards Gryffindor tower, out of habit more than anything. Her feet dragging slightly, wanting to take her time before she reached any sort of destination.