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Pencil, Micron 01

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Harri and the girls get together for a sleepover making girl-talk and swapping gossip.

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"I've got one!" Ginny glances up from her 'Witch Weekly' with a coy smirk upon her face. "Pick one older man you may have had at least a passing fancy for."

Luna glances up at her from behind a large, gaudy pair of pink goggles. "A teacher?" she asks.

Hermione gasps, scandalized. "Certainly not!"

Harri glances up at her from the foot of the bed with a grin. "Why not?" she asks playfully. "We all know you were in a tizzy over Professor Lockhart in 2nd year!"

Hermione flushes in embarrassment. "I was not in a tizzy!" she exclaims. When both Harri and Ginny fix her with dubious looks, she lets out a quiet huff. "And besides... he turned out to be a great big fraud anyway!"

"Oh tragedy!" Ginny exclaims with a fake swoon. The bushy haired witch hits her with a pillow. "So who would you pick then?"

"Professor Lupin." she answers with a squeak.

Harri blinks in surprise. "Really?"

"Oh, that was my answer, too," Luna answers dreamily. "He really is quite sweet. Handsome... and very intelligent, too."

While Harri admits this is true, it's quite strange to think that way about someone she views like an uncle - he certainly rates much higher in her books than her real uncle anyhow.

Ginny turns to her, drawing her attention back to the present. "How 'bout you, Harri?" she asks.

Emerald green eyes darken thoughtfully. "Does it have to be a teacher?" she asks. Ginny shakes her head. Harri pauses, a rosy pink hue suddenly settling across her cheeks. "Your brother, Charlie." she finally admits.

The youngest Weasley's eyes light up in gleeful triumph. "Ha! I knew it!" she crows.

Harri's cheeks darken. "Oh yeah, and what about you?" she shoots back.

Ginny grins, her expression almost proud. "Oliver Wood."

Gryffindor's current Quidditch captain gapes in surprise. "Ollie? Really?"

The redhead nods. "He plays for Puddlemere now, I heard." she replies, grinning from ear to ear. "Any man that can handle a broom that well is A-Ok in my book."

"Ginerva Weasley!" Hermione exclaims in her best Weasley impersonation. "Just wait until I tell Ron!"

Ginny lets out a squeak, swatting the bushy haired girl with her rolled up magazine. "You wouldn't dare!"

All four girls stare at each other for a few moments before engaging in an all out pillow fight.

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Derp.