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What's With Slytherins???

It was the same Saturday night in Burrow and Harry, Hermione and Ron just entered Ron’s attic room when Harry remembered to write to Ginny. He quickly went over to his trunk pulled out a parchment, quill and ink and began to write:

Dear Gin,
How are you? We are doing great over here? How was your today’s quidditch match, I hope you won, if not I think I need to brainwash Demelza, just kidding. Sorry I couldn’t write back immediately the last time you sent the letter. I have been very busy. I am having session tests almost all my weekends. So I need to study hard and with Ron and Hermione all over each other during the weekends it is hard to study and I think me shifting to new apartment wouldn’t help either if they continue like this. So my training is going on well, made good friends here. One of them will be shifting with us in our new apartment. He is a great guy. He is a foreigner though and he reminds me a lot about Sara. He is just the same doesn’t want to talk about his past and all, but he is really a good company. Ron met him and they immediately liked each other. I think he will be a great friend outside Hogwarts .He saw the apartment this Wednesday and he will be shifting along with us the next weekend.
The Christmas ball is a good idea, not that I am a great at dancing, but I think the concept of reunion is really touching. I am looking forward for the event and as far as the dress robes are concerned I will do my best to look good for my head girl, girlfriend. Gin, Ron took your words to heart about what you wrote about his robes that he sulked for quite sometime. Anyways he has put a bet against me that he is going to get dress robes much better then me and that he will look much handsome than me. And I know I have no chances of winning this bet against your red headed brother as I obviously get pretty nervous around red heads, you know that. You are experienced, right? making me nervous all the time with your red hair and brown eyes.
I hope Yaxely isn’t troubling you Gin and I hope and wish that you let me know if he is doing so, because I am not going to let the death eater’s son trouble my life. And about him not being a sport for the Christmas event it would be better for him not to be around anywhere because Ron and even Hermione still can’t shake themselves away from our near escape from his dad. Ron was actually furious that you didn’t move out from your common room as soon as you got to know that Yaxely is the head boy.
How’s Sara doing? We, especially Hermione is happy to know that Sara is doing good at school. She has asked me tell you that she is ready to help both of you in your studies through letters. And I think you were right of letting Sara do what she wishes to do, in that way she won’t blame herself later for anything that has happened.
Your mum and dad are fine. Your mum still doesn’t want us to leave, but we have assured her about Ron’s cravings for his food that we will be coming back every alternate day. Bill and Fleur are here for the weekend and for the coming week too. They will stay even after we leave just to keep your mum in company. Bill and Fleur will continue to go to work and leave Victorie over here so mum will have a good time.
Convey my best wishes to our quidditch team and Sara and for you lots of kisses and hugs.
Take care,
Love,
Harry.



Ginny was in her common room. She just received letter from Harry. She was lying on the couch and reading when Yaxely came in with his girl friend in tow. She looked up at them raised an eye brow but went back to reading Harry’s letter.
“what are you looking at?” snapped Ralph
Ginny didn’t answer and continued reading and giggled at the part where Harry said Ginny made him nervous.
“what are you giggling for?” Ralph demanded
“what is your problem Yaxely? Why don’t you just get lost and make out with your girl friend and leave me alone,” she said
“mind your tongue blood traitor,” hissed Yaxely’s girlfriend.
“you mind language snake,” she replied coolly and that was enough for Yaxely it jump on Ginny. But she was quick enough and moved out of couch with her wand out and instantly Yaxely’s hand was at his wand too.
“want to duel us?” said the girlfriend joining Yaxely with her wand out, “2 on 1? Think your world famous blood traitor and mud blood lover, lover taught you that?”
“he has taught me far more things then just this snake, want to be my guinea pig?”
And the two of them hissed at her.
“good mimicking for snakes,” said Ginny again walking sideways. There was a fold on the carpet and that made Ginny go out of balance and just then Ralph seized the chance and hit her but she was too good for him
“EXPELLIARMUS,” she shouted from the place she fell down Yaxely was thrown back. His girlfriend didn’t bother to go after him. She looked down at Ginny when she was panting and disarmed her too with her wand flying off near the fire place. She saw a letter in her hand. She made a quick grab scratching Ginny in the process with her over grown manicured nails. She placed her foot sharply on Ginny’s other arm and Ginny couldn’t move.
“ah…so looks like the famous boy who lived and his best buddies haven’t gotten over with their craving for killing people that they want Ralph to be away from them during the what, Christmas event?”
“Ralph, honey why haven’t you told me about this event? I need to go for shopping now,” she said in sick flirty voice that made Ginny’s inside squirm.
“give back my letter,” Ginny hissed
“oh yeah you haven’t finished reading it right?” she said with a fake sorry face.
“hon we don’t need to read blood traitors love letters,” said Yaxely coming from behind and looking down at Ginny withering in pain from her forearm.
“Well there isn’t much to read you see, oh no…there is something…he conveys his best wishes to his quidditch team…ha you see Weasel looks like even in his love letter he needs to address his quidditch team…self obsessed captain…and yeah here it is…lots of kisses and hugs…ooo…he really loves you much…Weaslbe…,” she said and with a flick of her wand she ignited her letter on flame, “take care, love, Harry,” she said and took her foot away from arm and left snickering followed by the head boy.
Ginny looked at the letter turning in to ashes. She wept in pain. She quickly got up and went to the fire place took her wand and cleaned the carpet of the ash and went back to her room to retire.