>It is a nice view for to be looking upon, babbled Harry, his head wobbling back and forth upon his chicken neck.
>Yes it is, said Ginny, looking out the window, trying to avoid eye contact. Or nasal breathing.
>Miss Ginny miss please to be understanding I was not talking off the outsides, or of anything else outsides of your very very ravishing beauty
>Oh, thank you Harry, said Ginny, drawing herself back, mentally regretting not keeping her door locked as soon as she new Ron had invited her weird ethnic friend
>Anyway, I wasn’t sure what to get for your birthday
>At this, a demented sparkle came upon Harry’s mud brown eyes, and he lunged for her, roughly groping her breasts. As he rapidly crossed the room, the foul stench that clung to him became, if possible, even more pungent
>Just your beautiful body oh my goodness do the needful and let me see your porcelain soft skin I am doing the ten thousand kissing each time to each of your ten thousand freckles oh my yes oh my yes goodness gracious me
>too ashamed to call for help, lest she be labled a racist, Ginny began struggling with all her might. Her 5’2, 100lb frame proving an equal math for the powerful Punjabi Potter.
>Suddenly Mrs Weasley could be heard calling everyone to lunch
>immediately he disengaged himself
>Oh my goodness I am hoping she prepared vindaloo, it is my my favourite oh yes, and of course some nan, you have to have nan, no meal is ever complete without nan, I hope this bloody britisher bastard bitch knows these things…
>Ginny fell to her knees, silently sobbing as Harry’s inane rambling receded. She was safe. But for how long?