"Muhahaha!!! YEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ron roared.
"Help - me!" you gasped.
Harry ran over and started shoving Ron then tickling you himself. Hermione stood in the sidelines, laughing, clearly wondering whether to help her boyfriend or her best friend.
"Girl Power, Herm!!" you cried, and she ran over and started pushing the boys off you. Well, trying. Harry was clinging to your shins and tickling your feet, while Ron was above your head, holding your hands above your head and tickling your armpits (again) but he wasn't on your legs this time, because of Harry. This made rescuing you difficult.
"Switch!!" Ron yelled, completely confusing you, and Hermione. In about three seconds, Harry took Ron's first position (sitting on your legs and holding your hands, tickling you with the other) and Ron did the same to Hermione. Now both you and Hermione were laughing so hard you were nearly wetting yourselves.
*Aha!* you thought, supressing an evil grin
"Harry get - off! Need- loo! I'll pee - on - you!!" you gasped inbetween laughs, once more. Harry got off pretty quickly, and you took up his position in a nano-second.
"Death," you grinned.
"Wha-" he started, but you had begun tickling. Let me tell you, with your long nails and Harry's thin T-shirt, you were doing some seriously good tickling.
"HA!!!!" you screamed at him. "You shall DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!"
Harry was shaking his head about, and laughing really hard. He stopped after a while, realising how daft he looked, probably. Well, he was still laughing, but not doing the shaking anymore.
"Look," he muttered in Hermione and Ron's direction. You looked at them and raised an eyebrow. Ron was still sitting on Hermione, but instead of tickling her he was kissing her.
"Oi!! You two!" you called, "Get a room!"
They stopped kissing and looked up at you.
"We have one," Ron grinned, "You're in it."
"This, I believe, is a garden," you smiled innocently.
"And you, I believe, are going to die," he said in an innocent, little girl voice.
"Oh no. Not this time."
Before you even realised you were doing it, you were running around the garden with Ron chasing you, and Hermione and Harry leaning against the giant oak tree in your garden, that you used to climb when you were small. You ran around the back; the easiest way to climb. You jumped up, grapped a branch and hoisted your self up. You began to climb the tree as high as you trusted yourself. When you looked down, Harry, Ron and Hermione were climbing up towards you.
"No way are you tickling me up here."
"I know. Humpf. You just think your soooooo smart," Ron said, pretending he was eight again, and you were having a fight. You stuck your tongue out at him.
"Na na na na na, Ginny's a swot!" Ron sang.
"Not as much as your girlfriend," you grinned, going back to your normal ways. You started to climb down a bit, where the branches were stronger and were more comfortable to on and lean on. You found your favourite place to sit and settled down there.
"Thanks, Gin," Hermione smiled, rolling her eyes.
"No problem." you answered. "So, what's happening tomorrow?"
"Ginny, come downstairs!"
You tripped your feet down the stairs then turned into the kitchen.
"Yeah, Mum?"
"Your OLW results."
*OMIGOD* you thought frantically.
You gulped as you opened the letter.
Ginerva Molly Weasley
O.L.W Results:
Defence Against the Dark Arts (practical): E
Defence Against the Dark Arts (written): A
Transfiguration (practical): O
Transfuguration (written): E
Charms (practical): A
Charms (written): A
Herbology (practical): A
Herbology (written): A
Potions (practical): A
Potions (written): A
Care of Magical Creatures (practical): A
Care of Magical Creatures (practical): A
Divination (practical): D
Divination (written): A
History of Magic (practical): A
History of Magic (written): A
Astronomy (practical): A
Astronomy (written): A
You grinned as you handed your mother your results. You were very pleased with your marks: you had done better then Ron had, which had been you target at the start of the year.
"Oh, Ginny, that's wonderful!" your mother squealed, hugging you. And crushing your ribs, I might add.
"Thanks, Mum," you couldn't help but grin like a, er, grinning thing.
Just then Hermione walked in.
"Hey! What's that? Your results?" she asked, pointing to the letter.
"Uh huh. I got eight OLWs!!" you smiled like a loon.
"That's great!" she cried, also hugging you, but not breaking your ribs like your mother did. "Harry, Ron! Ginny's got her results!" Hermione shouted in the direction of the hall.
"How many?!" Ron shouted back, and the sound of trainers was heard coming down the stairs.
"Eight! HA HA!!!!!" you shouted.
Ron and Harry appeared in the kitchen.
"Congrats," Harry complimented, smiling.
"Yeah, but it's practically all As." Ron butted in, whilst reading the letter your mother had handed him.
"Oh, and yours weren't? Anyway, it was one more than you!" Of course, you had read Ron's results. They were pretty similar to yours; mostly As.
"Whatever. Mum, what's for lunch?"
"You only just had breakfast an hour ago!" Hermione said, clearly quite discusted at the amont of food Ron could hold. You were pretty jealous; he ate so much, yet he stayed skinny as a rake. You were a cross between your mum and dad: tall, but eat too much and WHOA, fatty alert (me: lol).
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