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A/N: The text in italics belongs to the story of Ginny's day. Her conversation with Parvati and Hermione is written from her point of view. Enjoy!
The heads of Hermione Granger and Parvati Patil looked up as I entered the Seventh Year Girls' Room, blasting the door open in my fury.
"I should have known," I said angrily.
That's all I could think about.
I should have known… again, and again, I was being witness to numerous signs that my day was going to be a bad one, and still, I didn't realise it.
But I should have known.
Auntie Muriel used to say that everything depends on your morning toast. If you drop it, and it falls on its buttered face, you're doomed. Whenever she said that, I just laughed and thought, "What a lot of nonsense."
So, obviously, when this happened to me, Ginny Weasley, at breakfast on the morning of the 14th of February, Tuesday and Valentine's Day, I just picked up the toast and didn't give it another thought. I was too busy speculating about what my wonderful boyfriend Harry Potter could have prepared for me on such an important date.
"What's happened?" said Hermione, looking at me quizzically. "Who're you mad at?"
But before I could reply, Parvati sighed and answered for me. "Guess it's the same that happened to us, Hermione. It seems like it's happened to everyone. So, did Harry forget about Valentine's Day?"
I nodded, sighing, and threw myself facedown onto Hermione's bed. Stupid bed. Why was I dropping myself on it, anyway? Stupid me. Am I trying to hide? Do I really think I'd be able to hide, with the hair of mine? Stupid hair. Stupid everything.
"Tell us," said Hermione. "Parvati and I are done commiserating."
I got up and walked around it to join them on the floor, hitting my toe on the canopy in the process (stupid canopy!). I yelled in pain, grasping my toe, which hurt a terrible lot for being so tiny, and limped towards the girls. I dropped myself on the floor, and landed very hard (stupid floor!). They both looked at me with raised eyebrows. I let go of my toe and rearranged myself in a more dignified position. Then I got ready to tell my story – which would have been funny if it had happened to somebody else. It would have been hilarious – but it happened to me, so I didn't really laugh that hard.
"Before you hear my story, I must warn you. Auntie Muriel never lies, ever. I'm telling the truth. Not even with the toast. It really did some kind of unlucky spell upon me. Definitely, I should have known."
The Great Hall looked like it did on a normal day. However, it wasn't a normal day. It was St Valentine's Day.
Girls were giggling excitedly along the House tables, boys were chatting animatedly about what they would do for the girl of their dreams, and Ginny Weasley and her best friend, Hermione Granger, were speculating enthusiastically about what their day was going to be like.
"Oh, it's going to be so amazing!" exclaimed Ginny, giggling. "I mean, I've been dreaming all my life of going out with Harry, and now he's mine, and it's Valentine's Day? How could this day go wrong?"
A bunch of owls came into the Hall, and as a barn owl landed next to Hermione to deliver her copy of the Daily Prophet, it knocked the toast Ginny was buttering out of her hand. It landed on the floor – buttered side down.
"Hmpf," muttered Ginny, picking up her toast, while ill-natured feelings towards the owl wandered her mind.
Hermione had a look at the front page of the newspaper, and then put it away in her bag, deciding her talk with Ginny was more important.
"I'm so excited," she said. "It's our first Valentine's Day!"
Ron and Hermione had been together for a few months now, and after all those years dancing around each other, they were really happy that they were finally being true to their feelings.
Hermione giggled, and Ginny's eyes got round as saucers.
"Are my ears tricking me, or did Hermione Jane Granger just giggle?" she exclaimed. Hermione giggled again, and Ginny laughed.
"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?" she joked. "Really, I don't know what my brother has done to you." Hermione blushed scarlet.
Ginny wrinkled up her nose in disgust. "You know what, don't even answer."
"Look, here they come!" said Hermione, swatting Ginny's arm to attract her attention. Ginny's toast fell again – and again, it landed face down.
"Stupid toast," muttered Ginny. Then she sat bolt upright to look at her brother and her boyfriend, both approaching them with smiles on their faces and her face lit up with excitement.
Harry and Ron walked towards the Great Hall, their bags hanging over their shoulders. They were talking animatedly.
"Did you see the new announcement on the board?" asked Ron, grinning.
Harry grinned back. "Yep! Valentine's Day visit to Hogsmeade on Saturday! Can't wait!"
"Me neither! I'm going to make it the best day of Mione's life!" said Ron. Harry smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"What, three months together and you already have a pet name for her?" he teased.
Ron blushed slightly, but held his ground. "So? You call my sister Gin! What's the difference?"
Harry grinned. "Ouch, you got me there."
They could see the great oaken doors mere feet away from them.
"So, what will you do for Hermione?" asked Harry, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"I don't really know, but it's got to be special," said Ron. "Maybe I'll take her to Madam Puddifoot's…"
Harry snorted and looked at his friend. "Ron, have you ever been to Madam Puddifoot's?" he said, sniggering.
"Because it's all pink and fluffy, and there's little cupids flying around the place all the time."
"Well, it can't be that bad. I'll stand for it."
"The Cupids throw confetti into your food, Ron."
Ron looked alarmed for a second, and then he shook his head. "No Madam Puddifoot's!"
Harry laughed and rolled his eyes as they entered the Great Hall.
"So, what are you doing for my sister?" asked Ron.
"No way! I don't want you to steal my idea," he teased. "Besides, it's supposed to be a surprise."
As they were walking up the aisle between the tables, many girls' heads turned to look at them, but they spotted their respective girlfriends and were oblivious to their surroundings.
"Oh, come on, Harry, you have to tell me," begged Ron.
Harry shushed him. "Tell you later! I don't want them to hear us."
They sat down with them, Harry next to Ginny and Ron next to Hermione.
"Good morning, my fair lady," said Harry playfully, and kissed Ginny briefly on the lips.
"Good morning, my good sir," she answered, playing along. Most of the girls who heard their little exchange let out long 'aws'.
"Good morning, Mione," said Ron, and he kissed her too. She bid him good morning too and looked at Ginny, who smiled.
Ron took some pancakes and started eating under Hermione's amused glance. Harry reached out for two pieces of toast, one for himself and one for Ginny. He buttered hers first and gave it to her, a smile on his face. She smiled back, melting. He did this every day, but today Ginny thought (was it her imagination or did it really happen?) that Harry's smile was a little bit warmer.
Some girls sighed longingly, Harry, taking this as a sign that he had done something sweet, grinned proudly, and he felt like he'd just grown a few inches. Ginny leaned in to kiss him, but when their lips were about to make contact, they were interrupted.
"Harry Potter?" said a small voice behind them. Harry turned, and the result of this was that Ginny didn't get to kiss him, but stood there, looking stupid, her eyes closed, and a frustrated expression taking over her face as the tiny first year student broke the magic of her perfect moment.
Ginny sighed grumpily and began to eat her toast.
"That'd be me," said Harry.
"Headmistress McGonagall has a note for you, sir," said the first year, handing Harry a roll of parchment. He scanned it quickly and thanked the first year, who went to meet his friends.
"What is it?" asked Ginny curiously.
"I have to go meet McGonagall in her office," said Harry, getting up. Ginny looked at him sadly.
"Don't worry, I'll see you at lunch, I promise!" he said, kissing her forehead, and went running out of the hall. Ginny sighed again and looked at him run down the aisle between the tables towards the doors. A mischievous smile twitched up the corners of her lips. Maybe they could skip lunch and have a small picnic near the lake… where there were no first years to bother them.
"Did you have a picnic, then?" asked Parvati excitedly.
"Shh, listen!" said Hermione, beckoning me to continue.
Ginny was sharing a large pouf with Luna Lovegood. They were in Divination class. Why she had decided to keep on taking this class, Ginny did not know – but she had come to realise that this probably had been the stupidest decision she had made in her whole 16-year-long life.
She was bored almost to death (she figured she would die in the next 3 minutes – give or take a few seconds) and Professor Trelawney, who was teaching Sixth Year, was not providing any chances of survival for Ginny. Her eyelids began to drop as Trelawney went into depth about the angle Mars and Venus formed, which meant that those born during the spring were going to have a day full of love and tenderness. Ginny rolled her eyes with the little energy she had left (this was even worse than History of Magic) and lazily tried to make out the words her teacher was speaking.
"Of course, my dears, those of you who have the Sight – and notice things other people are too bothered to realise," she looked at Ginny sternly, who rolled her eyes at her, "must be aware of the propitious signs that tell us that, in the near future, some people will see themselves surrounded by love everywhere." I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that today's Valentine's Day? thought Ginny sarcastically.
"Last night, I woke up suddenly from my sleep with a tremendous urge to consult the misty depths of the crystal ball, my dears," said Professor Trelawney, looking at them over her too-big spectacles. "And the ball told me everything, as it usually does. It was then I noticed the angle between Mars and Venus, which, you know, represent the man and the woman respectively…"
Ginny sighed. She had been fighting the slumber that was looming over her, but the scents of the room smelled so good… sweet… the fire was warm… warm… her eyelids began to drop… and she gave in to sleep, thinking she really wasn't missing that much.