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After Gilderoy Lockhart chatted with Harry about the car flying incident and how it was supposedly a publicity stunt, Harry began putting in extreme efforts to avoid the dunderhead of a defence teacher anytime he saw him. Harder to avoid (naturally) was Ginny Weasley since she quickly managed to memorize his class schedule, which wasn’t helped by the fact that her brother Ron was in the same year as Harry and that made it easier for the biggest Boy-Who-Lived fangirl to stalk Harry. After only a month into the school year was when Harry finally began to lose his patience because Ginny just never knew when to quit. She was ‘nice’ to him during his stay at the Burrow, but only as a means of brown-nosing him to the point where he would start noticing her.
“Ron,” Harry told his best mate one evening after dinner, trying his hardest to keep his temper in check. “Isn’t there anything that can be done about your sister’s obsession with my unwanted fame??”
“Yes, if only she and mum would realize that the Boy-Who-Lived is a fictional character,” Ron replied. “But Ginny’s been too obsessed with the Boy-Who-Lived since she was five, since that was when she claimed she would marry him someday. She goes on and on about how she loves him and will do anything to make sure she marries him.”
“That has to be the only explanation as to why she’s in our house,” stated Harry. “Just to be closer to her hero, completely ignoring the fact that I hate my fame. I don’t see where they got those crazy ideas of your sister deciding at age five to marry her childhood hero who is her crush.”
“While you can file a restraining order against Ginny,” said Ron. “She won’t listen to that just because it’s hust ‘a piece of parchment’ or something like that. She’ll just assume the whole thing is a joke regardless of whether or not you tell her how serious you are about it. Mum will also keep encouraging her to keep at it.”
“Your mum must adore Ginny.” Harry deduced.
“Big time,” stated Ron. “She always wanted a daughter and Ginny was the first Weasley-born girl in like… generations. So mum began filling her head with those ideas of her being totally special. Ginny never gets punished for any of her bad deeds even if she behaves that way in mum’s plain view.”
“She’s certainly her mother’s daughter,” said Harry. “But in a terrible way. I even saw Ginny behave that way on the day you and I started our education here, when she found out about me being the Boy-Who-Lived. Boy she went crazy by squealing out in overexcitement and even demanded to see me like a zoo animal in the form of whining. I don’t recall your mother punishing her for behaving like a brat out in a public place. If Ginny thought that she could fool me by being well-behaved during my stay at your house in hopes of getting her crush and hero, then she needs a serious reality check.”
“Agreed, mate.” Ron replied.
What they didn’t realize was that their housemates had been paying attention to every word spoken. Many of the other Gryffindor lions knew that Ginny really was a stalker with a crush, same with the rest of the student body since they all saw Ginny following Harry to his classes before she headed off to hers. By the time Ginny returned to Gryffindor Tower shortly before curfew, the other lions agreed that they would tell the others at breakfast in the morning that Ginny being ax-crazy with a stalker with a crush tendencies had been confirmed. The next morning as Ginny got up and stopped outside the door to the second-year girls’ to wait for Hermione, the Weasley girl saw that anytime her female housemates spotted her that they would keep their distance.
“What’s with you?” asked Ginny in confusion.
Nobody answered, instead intending to keep their distance as much as possible. They had a hunch that the Weasley girl would clobber any girl who dared to speak to Harry, with Hermione being the only exception since everybody also saw that Hermione and Ginny had gotten along rather well. Inside her dormitory, Hermione saw her dorm-mates looking at her with intense disapproval, but they didn’t say anything as they wanted to keep their interactions with her as minimal as possible. Hermione was confused and opened her mouth to ask, only for Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil (the school’s gossip queens) to hold hands up in ‘stop’ gestures.
“Just get your business done and go back to your bestie, Granger!” her dorm-mates chorused in rather irritable voices.
Hermione reluctantly complied, not wanting any ‘unnecessary’ trouble with her dorm-mates (or even housemates). She gathered her uniform and robe before leaving the dorm to go take a shower, with Ginny (who also had her uniform and robe in her arms) joining Hermione in the bathroom before showering in separate stalls. After they finished, they left the tower and headed for the Great Hall. Hermione and Ginny saw that there weren’t many of their fellow students yet, so they took seats and began piling their plates with food. The moment the rest of the student body arrived was when trouble for the outcast female Gryffindors began experiencing trouble. They were receiving mixtures of jeers and people trying to keep as much distance as they could from the arrogant lions. Harry, Ron, and their dorm-mates (whose names were Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas) showed up not long after that and glared at Hermione and Ginny the moment they spotted them.
“This is my ultimatum for you two,” Harry warned Hermione and Ginny in a no-nonsense voice. “Stay away from me from here on out.”
“But, Harry…!” whined Ginny.
“I don’t want to hear any excuses, Ginny!” Harry replied in a firm voice. Then he turned his attention to Hermione and told her, “I know you’ve been helping to feed Ginny’s belief of ending up with a fictional character, as well as someone who defends the wrong person over me anytime the person antagonizes me. So our friendship is hereby… over. Stay away from me, or your worst nightmare will come true.”
Snickers were heard when those words left Harry’s mouth, with Hermione and Ginny turning red in the faces in embarrassment. Harry, Ron, and their dorm-mates walked towards the middle of Gryffindor’s table and took seats so they could eat. Ginny felt like she could cry, as she wasn’t intending for Harry to continue being defiant. Hermione just glared in Harry’s direction as though he was the one in the wrong. But no one cared, since Hermione and Ginny saw themselves as superior as much as Draco Malfoy and his goons. Now the other students could eat in peace.
The End!