Title: Pink Peppermint

Author: fairytalemanipulator

Summary: Oneshot series of Harry/Ginny. Ginny projects her anger onto Harry. Because really, it is partially his fault. Oh, the horror… a little humor set during the Half-Blood Prince.

Pairings: Harry/Ginny

Disclaimer: Don't own HP or these characters.

Author notes:

This is the first part of random Harry/Ginny oneshots I feel like writing. They won't be in chronological order, nor will they be related to each other; each is an individual story.

Read and review please, dears! Love from the fairytalemanipulator

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"Harry James Potter!"

The roar echoed through Hogwarts and through the grounds, reaching Hagrid's cabin and penetrating the ears of every student within a five mile radius of Ginny Weasley.

"Er--do you think she knows?" Harry whispered from his hiding place in the Gryffindor common room, crouching underneath one of the many study desks.

Ron ducked down, his red hair clashing horribly with the magenta colored carpet.

"Mate, I think EVERYONE knows,"

"Bloody hell," Harry whispered. Visions worse than what Voldemort could do to him danced through his head; his face being attacked by his girlfriend's worst Bat-Bogey Hex seemed to be the least that she would do at this moment.

"I mean, I didn't think it would turn out like that! I didn't mean to--"

The portrait hole to the common room smashed open as the Fat Lady cried out with an "I say, child!" and the entire area went deathly silent as students ran for quick cover.

Ginevra Weasley never looked more threatening than when she towered over the students, her shadow looming like the Bloody Baron-- if he wasn't a ghost, that is.

And of course, the pink-and-white-striped red hair didn't do much for her, either.

Throwing dangerous looks at anyone who as much looked at her head of hair, Ginny stalked towards the back of the common room, seeming to know exactly where her misfortunate boyfriend hid.

Harry whimpered silently, coming up with excuses in his head, such as "I didn't know Fred and George would give me a JOKE card for THIS, my love, I thought it was simply a special occasion card that sang--"

When her sensible black shoes stopped in front of the desk he was hiding under, Harry stuffed his fist in his mouth. Merlin in the starry skies above…

Quick as a whip, she leaned down and gave him a maniacal grin.

"Hello, Potter," she leered, her eyes radiating madness.

"Erm. Hello, Ginny, love," Harry smiled, his face reflecting in her shining orbs of brown. Facing Voldemort sounds pretty good right about now.

"Thank you ever so much for that card."

"Ginny, I didn't know, I thought they sold REGULAR cards, you know, but they bewitched them to sing, I know you liked that Weird Sisters song and it was very fitting, since you won that great victory for us, which, did I ever tell you how lovely you looked after that?" Harry rambled, as she got closer and closer until her glinting eyes were a centimeter from his own.

He stopped breathing.

"Why thank you, boyfriend. I thought you looked rather radiant too after I snogged the hell out of you. I also thought I looked relatively adorable with NORMAL. COLORED. HAIR." These shouted last few words sent whatever foolish Gryffindors were still in the common room dashing up the stairs to their dormitories.

"Ginny…" Came a tentative voice from above Harry. "Sis, it really wasn't his fault, it was Fred and George, like it usually…is…"

Ginny slowly lifted herself up to his level. Even though she was shorter than him, Harry could just imagine Ron shrinking in the view of her stare.

"Of course I know it isn't his fault, Ronald," Ginny ground out through her teeth. "It's quite sweet of you, sticking up for your best mate and all, but since Fred and George aren't nearby I'M PROJECTING MY ANGER, ALL RIGHT? LEAVE ME ALONE TO PROJECT!"

She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and Harry could feel the floor shaking as Ron slowly backed away with his hands up, and when she ducked back under the desk to Harry, a thundering set of feet raced up to the boy's dormitory with a cowardly "Sorry!" whispered in Harry's direction.

Ginny turned to Harry, and as she had stated, projected her anger.

"HARRY JAMES. FRED AND GEORGE'S CARDS? OF COURSE THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT. YOU DOLT OF A DOLT! YOU BLUBBERING HUMDINGER!"

"Isn't…isn't that one of those creatures Luna keeps going off about…"

"DON'T YOU QUESTION ME, DEARIE. I WILL HEX YOU INTO TOMORROW IF YOU DON'T TELL ME HOW TO FIX THIS."

"Ginny, I didn't even know what happened until Hermione told me this morning, and then I was hoping you wouldn't notice because I thought I could sort it out with them by then, and then--"

"WELL YOU'D BETTER FIND OUT SOON, HADN'T YOU?"

"I didn't mean to! I thought it was a regular good job card, you know, one of those cute fluffy ones that sings…"

"ANYTHING CUTE AND FLUFFY OF FRED AND GEORGE'S IS AUTOMATICALLY REGARDED AS MINISTRY CONTRABAND, OR WERE YOU NOT AWARE OF THIS PREVIOUSLY?"

Harry hadn't taken a breath in a while, and the intoxicating scent of his girlfriend in very close proximity was getting to him.

"HOW COULD YOU EVEN—BEST OF INTENTIONS, EH? WELL I'LL SHOW YOU BEST OF--"

Harry leaned out from under the desk and kissed those perturbed lips, capturing the radiant pink of her cheeks with his fingers. He traced lines on her face, ending the kiss, leaving her with her eyes still closed.

"Ginny, I didn't mean to,"

"I know," she breathed, anger suddenly evaporated.

"So I can solve everything with one kiss, eh?" Harry grinned, feeling quite arrogant for the time being.

That is, until her eyes snapped open.

"OH SO NOW THE PROBLEM IS SOLVED, IS IT?" ("Ginny, you still look lovely, no one cares if you look like—err—a striped peppermint head—you are beautiful. Radiant, even!")

"OF COURSE YOU STILL THINK I LOOK BEAUTIFUL, YOU MORONIC IMBECILE, I AM BEAUTIFUL, BUT MY HAIR IS BOTHERING ME, AND YOU'D BETTER FIX IT SOON OR NO MORE SNOGGING FOR YOU!"

With that, Ginny stormed away and up the stairs, most likely to tie her hair up in a scarf for the rest of the day, leaving Harry bewildered, and under a desk.

"Women…" he murmured to himself, burying his head in his hands.

"I HEARD THAT, HARRY JAMES!"

Harry leapt up, dashing out of the portrait hole. "Off to owl Fred and George for a cure for your hair, dear, see you in a few!"

Ginny looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. "Pink peppermint and red hair. Fred and George, you have really outdone your bloody selves this time."

She gave a bone-chilling smile to herself in the mirror. "Oh, but you will learn, twins. Dear brothers, you will learn,"

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