Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling is brilliant. Far more brilliant than I. I would never dare to aspire to be her, and therefore the mundane creation below is merely inspired by her genius. She owns everything. Bow to her, for I am not worthy.

Summary: Basically, Ginny is the good girl who isn't a good girl. She's a major prankster, equivalent to the great pranksters of her time, namely the Weasley twins, and, of course, Peeves. Actually, she's better. And she does it all for one special someone...

Pranking for Potter

Chapter 1: The Beginning of an Era

Ah...the life of a prankster. It's wonderfully exhilarating, you know, to pull off the perfect bit of mischief and not get caught. I'm not in it for the glory, you understand. I'm in it for the love of the sport. In my opinion, it far outranks Quidditch. That's why I let the other Hogwarts jokers take the credit for my misdeeds. You know who they are- Lee Jordan, Peeves the Poltergeist, Fred and George Weasley.

Who am I, you ask? My name is Ginevra Weasley, but if you call me that I'll hex you into oblivion. Just call me Ginny.

Oh. You've heard of me, have you? Well, forget all those lies those silly novels have told you. J.K. Rowling doesn't know as much about me as she thinks she does. I mean, Rita Skeeter has better journalistic credibility. At least she gives credit where credit is due. Honestly, writing an entire series of books about HARRY POTTER! I'm far more interesting than he is, even if I don't have a scar on my forehead and messy black hair and gorgeous green eyes and a very sexy body-

Scratch that. I do have a sexy body. But anyway, back to me. Oh, wait. We already are back to me. Have I shocked you yet?

Good. The sooner I destroy that goody-two-shoes image, the better. It's not that I'm a bad kid, you understand. I never do anything dangerous. Except for that time I transfigured Percy's cauldron into a model volcano. But I swear I didn't know he was making a Moth Potion. And I didn't know that it would explode all over his robes. It must have been a brilliant potion, though, because within ten seconds the holes in his robes grew so big that he was standing in front of the now dormant volcano naked.

But I didn't really hurt anybody, although I'm still trying to get the memory of a naked Percy out of my mind.

Maybe I should try it on Harry sometime...

J.K. Rowling did get it right when she talked about how the Weasleys are troublemakers. Unfortunately, she got the wrong Weasleys. C'mon, Fred and George? Look at how many O.W.L.'s they got! Do you honestly believe they could have created a portable swamp or fireworks that multiply when you try to get rid of them? They couldn't even send me a Hogwart's toilet seat!

They're good when it comes to the small stuff; the Canary Cremes and Ton Tongue Toffee. And Fred and George are the people to send when you want food from the kitchens, but that's only because one of the house elves is sweet on them-I kid you not. Her name is Binky or Tinky or Helsinki or something to that effect. But when it comes to pulling out the big wands, I'm the one to call.

It started in my first year. I just meant to pull one prank. I just wanted to get Harry to notice me! Can you really blame me? All I wanted was for my brother's best friend to look at me. Okay, so I wanted him to do a little more than look, but not much more-I was only eleven!

I assume you've heard of the diary, am I right? That was a nasty trick to play, slipping a possessed notebook into my cauldron. Of course, I wouldn't put anything past a Malfoy.

Speaking of Malfoys, Draco's not looking too bad these days...

But anyway, once I started talking to the diary, I realized how wrong I had been. Harry wasn't going to notice me if all I did was stutter and blush and give grimace-like smiles when he was around! I had to do something big! No one likes Mrs. Norris, anyway. Yes, I was responsible for petrifying Mrs. Norris. Tom Riddle didn't even tell me to do that! Well, he did subconsciously, I suppose. And I honestly thought the writing on the wall was funny. I didn't know there was really a Chamber of Secrets. I just thought it sounded appropriately eerie for Halloween.

Of course, not long after that Riddle completely took over me. After Harry (my hero!) saved me, I felt odd. I was grateful and all that, but I felt like something was missing from my life. I guess Riddle had affected me more than I like to admit. I was filled with an insatiable urge to prank, to cause mayhem and mischief wherever I went. And I never get caught.

Ever.

At least, not until now.

A/N

It has been pointed out to me that Ginny comes off as being arrogant. At this point of the story, she's a bit cocky, but she improves later on. Right now she's just insecure and all-too adolescent (being adolescent myself, I'm allowed to make that judgement).

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