"Well done, guys. I think we're going to get the Slytherin," he said encouragingly. The chasers and batsmen looked satisfied as they left the dressing room. "I hit like a dragon turd," Ron said in a hollow voice as Ginny walked out the door. "You didn't," said Harry firmly. You're the best goalie I ever picked, Ron. Your only problem is nervousness. He kept encouraging Ron on the way back to the castle, and by the time they got to the third floor, Ron looked more or less happy. Harry pushed aside the tapestry as usual and walked into the shortcut to Gryffindor Tower, but they found Dean and Ginny in a tight embrace and a passionate kiss that seemed to be glued together. It was as if a huge, scaly monster had suddenly appeared in Harry's stomach and was clawing at his insides; as if the blood had rushed to his forehead and made him lose all reason, replaced by a brutal desire to freeze the results of the Dean Curse. As he struggled with the sudden madness, he heard Ron's voice coming from far away. Oh! Dean and Ginny are apart. They're looking around. What Said Ginny. I don't want to see my sister kissing someone else in public! "This was supposed to be an empty corridor, just before you came in to meddle!" Said Ginny. Dean looked embarrassed. He grinned eerily at Harry, but Harry did not respond, as if the newly born monster was shouting in his ear to expel Dean from the team immediately. Uh. "Come on, Ginny," Dean said. "Let's go back to the common room …" "You go!" Said Ginny. I want to talk to my dear brother! Dean is gone and doesn't seem to miss the place. "Okay," Ginny said, brushing her long red hair from her face and glaring at Ron. "Just say it. It's none of your business who I fall in love with or what I do with them, Ron —" "Yes,Faux cherry blossom tree, it doesn't matter!" Ron was just as angry. Do you think I want people to say that my sister is a — "A what?" Ginny cried out and drew her wand. A what, make it clear? "He didn't want to say anything, Ginny —" Harry said involuntarily, but the monster roared his approval of what Ron had said. Oh, no, he thought! She suddenly became angry with Harry. Just because he's never kissed anyone, just because the best kiss he ever got was from our Aunt Muriel — "Shut your mouth!" Roared Ron, his face turning from red to maroon. No, I don't! Ginny cried out in a frenzy. I've seen you follow the'pus', and every time I see her, I wish she could kiss your face. What a pity! If you fall in love and kiss others, outdoor palm trees ,artificial plant wall panels, you won't mind others doing it so much! Ron drew his wand, too, and Harry quickly moved between them. You don't know what you're talking about! Ron bellowed, trying to get around Harry and aim at Ginny, who was holding his hands out in front of him. Just because I didn't kiss in public-! Ginny shrieked with derisive laughter and tried to push Harry away. Kissed a pig, didn't you? Or hiding a picture of Aunt Muriel under your pillow? "You-" An orange light passed under Harry's left arm and missed Ginny by a few inches; Harry pushed Ron against the wall. Don't be silly. "Harry kissed Cho Chang!" "Ginny shouted, sounding like she was going to cry." Hermione kissed Viktor Krum, and only you resent it, Ron, because your experience is stuck at 12! After saying that, she ran away like a gust of wind. Harry released Ron; he had a look on his face like he was going to kill someone. They both stood there, panting heavily, until Filch's cat, Mrs. Loris, appeared in the corner and broke the tension. "Let's go," said Harry, as Filch's shuffling footsteps reached them. They hurried up the stairs and ran down the corridor on the eighth floor. "Oh, get out of the way!" Ron growled at a little girl, who jumped up and dropped a bottle of toad eggs from her hand. Harry barely noticed the sound of broken glass; he felt dizzy; it was as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. It was only because she was Ron's sister, he told himself. You don't want to see her kissing Dean just because she's Ron's sister.. But his mind suddenly broke into a picture of him kissing Ginny in the same lonely corridor. The monster in his chest purred. But then he saw Ron tear open the tapestry, point his wand at Harry, and shout things like "broken trust".. Thought it was "my friend." Do you think Hermione kissed Krum? Ron asked suddenly as they reached the picture of the fat lady. Harry woke up with a guilty conscience, and he dragged himself back from his imagination, not to imagine a corridor without Ron's intrusion, a corridor where he and Ginny were alone. "What?" He said confusedly. Oh "Uh.." The most honest answer was "yes", but he didn't want to say that. Ron, however, seemed to deduce the worst answer from the look on Harry's face. "Drip soup," he said darkly to the fat lady, and the two climbed into the common room through the portrait hole. Neither of them mentioned Ginny and Hermione again; in fact, they said very little that night and went to bed in silence, each in his own thoughts. Harry lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling of the four-poster bed, trying to convince himself that his feelings for Ginny were exactly what an older brother should be. They spent the summer together as brother and sister,decorative palm trees, playing Quidditch, teasing Ron and making jokes about Bill and Fleur, didn't they? He's known Ginny for years.. It's normal that he wants to protect her. Trying to dismember Dean because he kissed her.. Nope He wants to control this special brother-sister relationship. Ron gave a loud grunt. hacartificialtree.com