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Ginny Weasley sat down by the Great Lake with her back against the huge oak tree. She would sit down here for hours, he would lean against the tree and she would sit in his lap with his arms around her waist as she leaned against his chest. They would sit there in silence just enjoying the sun and each others company until the sun went down, sometimes he would bring a picnic which he had Dobby prepare especially. ‘Those were good times, too bad they’re over now’, she thought sadly. True to her word, after leaving her bound and gagged in her underwear and locked in a silenced and abandoned classroom, Romilda under the effects

Ginny Weasley walked along the fourth floor corridor with a smile on her face, why was she smiling? Well you would be to if you were about to go on a date with Harry Potter. They had been dating for two months and now they were finally going on a proper date in Hogsmede. She only wished that they didn’t have to wear school uniform to Hogsmede, the robes and shirt were so baggy and didn’t help the girls show off their figures. She let out a sigh of frustration, she had really wanted to wear something more ‘fitting’. She giggled at the thought of wearing something like that in front of Harry, he would be so tongue tied. She

Short Story Romilda Vane sat quietly in the library fuming. Enough was enough. She couldn't let it go on longer. She would make 'the three whores,' as she had dubbed them, pay for tormenting the love of her life. The first was Ginny Weasley. Ughh, that little tramp. Her brothers thought she was perfect little angel, Romilda knew better, she knew exactly what the youngest got up too. Now the poor little tramp was attempting to get to Harry. Not on her watch. Hermione Granger. The stuck up, arrogant, pushy, know-it-all Mudblood. Romilda hated her. She wasn't even that clever, she just memorised a book and regurgitated it back to the teachers