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What if Ginny is the only girl at Hogwarts?	By : Kujira Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH.2 - The pact
The door to the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory swung open to reveal the final, most jarring change of the evening. The five familiar four-poster beds were gone. In their place, pushed against the far curved wall, was one enormous, circular bed. It was a vast expanse of crimson velvet coverlet, piled high with pillows, looking less like a piece of furniture and more like a bizarre throne room centrepiece.
Ginny stopped dead in the doorway, her small trunk knocking against her shin. “Merlin’s beard,” she whispered, the words escaping in a sigh of pure resignation.
Ron pushed past her, his eyes wide. “What in the name of…? Who did this?”
“House-elves, probably,” Seamus said, a slow, delighted grin spreading across his face as he tossed his bag onto the floor. “Following the spirit of the headmaster’s orders a bit *too* literally, I’d say.”
Dean let out a low whistle, running a hand over the plush fabric. “Blimey.”
Harry and Neville just stared, their expressions a perfect mirror of overwhelmed silence.
Ginny stepped further into the room, the reality of her new life settling upon her shoulders. It wasn’t the lack of privacy that truly flustered her—she’d shared a small house with her brothers and a ghoul her whole life. It was the specific, intimate nature of this arrangement. The attention it would invite. A part of her, a part she kept deeply buried, didn’t entirely mind the admiring glances. They were a secret thrill, a validation of a power she was only just beginning to sense she possessed. But the other part, the Ginny who blushed when complimented and hid her smile behind her hair, was screaming in quiet mortification.
The boys, having dumped their things, stood around awkwardly, a silent committee unsure of the protocol for showing a girl her new shared bed.
“Erm… this is it,” Ron said, gesturing lamely at the gigantic circle. “Your… bed.”
“Right,” Ginny said, her voice barely a murmur. She chewed her lip, her gaze sweeping over the vast surface. An unspoken question hung in the air: where does one sleep on a round bed?
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she made a decision. If she was to be the centre of this entire bizarre situation, she might as well be literal about it. It was the only way to be fair, to not show favouritism. And perhaps, in some small way, it was a peace offering.
She pointed a timid finger towards the very middle of the velvet expanse, her face burning so hotly she felt faint. “I’ll… I’ll sleep there,” she said, her voice shy and soft, almost lost in the large room. “In the centre.”
The reaction was instantaneous. Five pairs of eyes lit up. Grins, previously held in check, broke out fully—Seamus’s triumphant, Dean’s pleased, Neville’s dazed, Ron’s flustered but intrigued. Even Harry’s stern expression softened into something unreadable, a faint pink tinge colouring his own cheeks.
The tension broke. The arrangement was accepted.
“Right. Good. Centre it is,” Ron said, his voice an octave too high.
Seeing her chance to escape the weighted silence, Ginny quickly grabbed her toiletry bag and a change of clothes from her trunk. “I’m just… I’m going to take a bath first, if that’s alright,” she announced, not waiting for an answer before practically fleeing into the adjoining bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind her.
The second the lock clicked, the dam broke in the dormitory.
“A massive round bed!” Seamus exploded, collapsing onto the edge of it with a laugh. “It’s brilliant!”
“Did you see her face?” Dean chimed in, his own grin wide. “She pointed right to the middle. She *wants* to be in the middle.”
“She’s just being polite, you idiot,” Ron retorted, though his protest lacked its usual fire. He sat down heavily, staring at the empty centre of the bed as if it were a Snitch about to take flight.
Neville, ever the pragmatist amidst his own bashful joy, murmured, “Do you think we’ll all fit?”
“Who cares if we fit?” Seamus said, waving a dismissive hand. “Ginny Weasley is sleeping in our dorm. In. Our. Bed.” He punched Dean’s arm lightly. “Dumbledore’s a ruddy genius.”
Harry remained quiet, leaning against a bedpost. He listened to his friends’ eager, happy chatter, their voices painting a picture of a year filled with thrilling, forbidden proximity. His gaze was fixed on the bathroom door, behind which they could all hear the faint, soft sound of water beginning to run.
The sound of rushing water filled the dormitory as Ginny stepped into the bathroom, leaving the five boys alone with their thoughts—and the unspoken tension thickening in the air.
Ron was the first to break the silence. "Blimey," he muttered, running a hand through his red hair. "This is... bloody weird."
"It doesn't have to be," Dean said smoothly, stretching his arms behind his head as he reclined against the pillows.
Harry shot him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Seamus smirked. "Come on, Potter. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"Thought about what?" Harry's voice was sharp, but his cheeks betrayed him, flushing ever so slightly.
Seamus leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Sharing her."
A beat of silence. Neville’s breath hitched, and even Ron’s scowl faltered.
Dean exhaled, rubbing his jaw as if considering something dangerous. "Look, let’s be real—we all fancy her. And now she’s right there, every night."
Harry’s fingers twitched at his sides. "We can't—"
"Who says we can't?" Ron interrupted unexpectedly.
Everyone froze, turning to stare at him. Even Seamus looked shocked.
Ron crossed his arms, avoiding their gazes. "I'm not saying we force anything. But... if she sleeps right there, in the middle, then... accidents happen, yeah?"
A slow grin spread across Seamus’s face. "Accidents. Right."
Harry leaned forward. "Ron, she’s your sister—"
"And I've seen the way you look at her," Ron countered bluntly.
Harry’s mouth snapped shut.
Dean chuckled low. "Seems we’re all on the same page, then."
Neville, who had been quiet, finally spoke—his voice surprisingly steady. "No jealousy. No fighting. We share... equally."
The words hung in the air, but no one protested.
Seamus extended his hand. "Deal?"
Dean placed his on top. Ron, after a brief hesitation, followed. Neville was next.
Harry hesitated the longest—his moral compass warring with the traitorous heat pooling in his gut. But Ginny’s soft laughter echoed distantly in his mind, and before he could stop himself, his hand joined the pile.
"Deal."
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