Summary: This is of Ginny's third year. All the crazy thoughts going through her head because, hey, she's thirteen.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned everything… but I don't. Sigh.

A/n: This is my Ginny story! Woo! But, we've all got to thank Renee. She's the one who chose the character and all of that. Well, I had a hard time choosing everything. I hate multiple-choice stuff. So! Go Renee!

A Time and a Place

Hello there. I'm Ginerva Marie Weasley. But, if I ever hear you call me that you'll be rushed to St. Mungos because I would have fired a bat bogey hex at you. Not only that but I probably would have punched you. Not that I'm a violent person. I'm nice once you get to know me. But daunt my family and I'll knock you out of your socks. You can say what you want about me because I'll just throw something right back in your face. But, insult my family and you're in for it big time, buddy.

I'm your average Weasley. Well, not that average seeing as I don't eat fifteen meals a day and I'm not that tall. But I've got the light skin, the freckles, and the trademark Weasley hair. But, from Bill all the way down through Ron, and even before, my family has consisted of all Weasley men. And I'm the first girl in generations! Mum called me a miracle. Ron called me a nuisance. Did I mention I'm taking after Fred and George? I've mastered their mischievous grin and everything.

My weakness? Well, that's easy. My only weakness would be gnomes. I can handle everything else. But gnomes scare me.

"GINNY!" That was Mum calling. "I need you to come try on this dress!"

I groaned. I love my mum and all but sometimes she needs to get Ron to do this kind of stuff. I mean, I'm sure mum would love some mother son bonding time with her youngest son.

"Can't Ron do it?" I called back, hoping that she'd say yes. But, the chances that this would happen were none to negative none.

"Ginerva Weasley! Get down here this instant!"

I groaned again. Seriously, can't I just have a break? I helped her with cleaning the oven yesterday. "Coming Mum!"

Welcome to my life.

DAD GOT TICKETS TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP! DAD GOT TICKETS TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!

Mum told me after I put on the dress. So, instead of running around the house in jeans like I normally would have, I ran around in the pink, frilly, poofy dress that she made me wear. I think it's for a friend's daughter. Who would wear this?

Anyway. Oh, how I love my dad's connections with the Ministry. We get to go see Bulgaria against Ireland. GO IRISH!

And guess what? Harry's coming! And Hermione, of course. And they're staying until school starts. This summer is going to be the best summer there is.

Harry's here! Dad, Ron, and the twins went to pick him up. Apparently they got stuck in the fireplace when they got there. The bloody muggles had it boarded up. They were using one that ran on ekeltricty.

"Fred? George? What's so funny?" I asked once they got back.

Mum and me were sitting in the kitchen. Mum was chopping potatoes for tonight's dinner and I was sitting there, thinking about going out to the pond. Or maybe I'll go nicking one of the twins' brooms and playing Quidditch. Eh, I'm not sure yet.

"He… and the tongue… and the ahhh!" Fred said, gasping for breath. Now, I don't know if you know this but I like to know what's going on.

Mum turned around in a flash, danger in her eyes. Oh oh, Fred and George are in for it now!

"What did you do?" she growled. This is normally when I'd walk out of the room… but I have to wait for Harry! And the others of course.

Now, I know what you're thinking. But I'm over Harry. It was just a silly little crush in my first year. You know what I'm talking about….

'Oh my! He's rich! And famous! And adorable!'

When really, I didn't know that much about him at all, except his past and

that's not what's happening right now.

I'm in my room. Oh man that was humiliating. I don't want to think about it…

Okay, so I was sitting there waiting for Harry and Ron to get back when all of a sudden the black haired beauty…whoa. What just came out of my mouth? Head…? Oh dear. Bad Ginny. Anyway, Harry fell out of the fireplace, his trunk a few feet ahead.

Ron came out a few seconds behind him and Mum came bustling over like she normally does when a dark haired boy with glasses and a lightening bolt scar falls out of our fireplace. She quickly helped him up and offered him just about everything in the house. Yup, that's my mum.

Did I mention that I was still in that horrid pink dress? Because I was. And Harry and Ron just started at me.

"What the bloody he- what are you looking at?" I asked, forgetting that Mum was in the room. She'd go ballistic if she heard me say bloody hell. Which isn't exactly fair now that I think about it because Ron says it all the time. Bloody boys.

"Well, it's not that pink poof you're wearing if that's what you think," Ron stated, his hand over his mouth trying to hide the smirk.

And I looked down in horror, because, like I said before, I'd forgotten that I had this bloody nuisance on. I turned the famous Weasley red and it was hard to distinguish the red face from the red hair.

"Mum… she… sew… friend… AH!" I screamed. It's not my fault that having brothers was a difficult task. You try having six older siblings, who just happen to be all boys. It's confusing! And chaotic!

Boys will be boys my arse.

So, instead of doing the maturing which would have been to shout my head off and attack Ron with the giant spoon which currently resided on the table next to me, I decided to be immature and huff right up to my room.

But, and I'm beginning to think my life and house hates me, the bloody chair jumped out of nowhere. Well, not out of nowhere seeing as somehow Dad decided to join us and sit down, but he was pulling the chair out. The chair just happened to want to go right in front of me. So, instead of making my dramatic leave, I tripped.

Yes, I, Ginny Weasley, tripped over the bloody wooden chair. And I used to like those chairs. But now I have the urge to burn them. That can't be healthy… can it?

Well, the pink poof, it being all layered, expanded. I swear, if I jumped off a cliff in this thing it'd serve as a parachute. But, the inter-most layer stayed down (thank Merlin!) but the top layers decided "Hey. Let's go on Ginny's head. YAAAYY!" So, they did.

And because the freakish dress has a mind of its own, it turned me into a pink poof ball.

"Ginny! Ginny! Are you alright?" I heard my mum call from miles away. Okay, not miles, maybe like feet.

And, of course, in the background I could hear Harry and Ron laughing their precious little heads off. Even if they're not that precious. Because they're not. They're insufferable gits is what they are.

"When's Hermione coming?" I moaned from under the fabric. So what if I was completely off subject.

"Ginny dear, did you hit you head?" Mum asked, trying to entangle me from the mass of pink.

"No, Mum, the chair got in my way," I said, pouting. Not that anyone could see me of course.

"Oh, Harry dear, would you mind getting the scissors for me off of the table," Mum said to Harry. Are they going to cut me out of here? Oh what a great way to start my summer. Sigh.

I could hear Harry walk over to the table, and vaguely see the outline of him. I heard a few more steps and then a couple of snips.

I'm just glad I left on my shorts and T-shirt. Otherwise I would have been embarrassed. Now that I wasn't to begin with.

"Mum," I said, standing up, finally free of the Pink Thing.

"What Ginny?" Mum said with a sigh, picking up the remains of the now dead dress.

"When's Hermione coming?" I asked, looking at her with the puppy eyes.

"Harry and Ron are going to get her tomorrow," Mum said distractedly.

"Can I go?" I asked hopefully. Even though it just started, this summer has been boring and embarrassing at the same time. It was emboring.

"Ask your brother, dear," Mum said.

"But Muuuumm," I whined.

"Ginerva!"

Ouch, full name. I'd better just go.

"Bye Mum!"

And I ran out of the kitchen.

And I attempted to run up the stairs, but, like my life and my house, my feet also hate me causing me to trip over the same stair… twice. Bloody stairs.

I ran into Ron's room and opened his door. Harry and him were talking in hushed conversations and immediately shut up when I entered.

"Can I come with you guys to get Hermione tomorrow?" I asked hopefully. If not, I might have to help Mum clean out the attic or something. And once the ghoul up there tried to hit on me. It was really bizarre.

"No," Ron said dully. Hm, talk about fairness.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on Ron! I'd let you come with me!" I begged. So what if I've been reduced to begging. That's not the Weasley way.

He raised an eyebrow at me and turned back to Harry, who was giving me a sad look. Great, Harry thinks I'm pathetic.

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Somehow I managed to trick Ron into letting me go. Okay, so I asked him when he was asleep. But being conniving is another Weasley thing. I learned that one from the twins. They teach me so well.

"Ginny!" Speak of the devils. George is calling me at the moment.

"WHAT?" I yelled back.

Hey, they teach me well but they ask for too many favors. Trust me.

"Come here!"

"What for?"

"We need you for a minute!"

"For what?"

"Just come here!"

"I don't want to!"

"Do it anyway!" Oh Merlin. Fred joined in.

"No!"

"Ginny!" That would have been both of them. I don't get why they talk in union. Normally they hate it.

I grumbled and walked up to their room.

"And what did you want?" I asked the, crossing my arms with a menacing look.

They looked at me funny then held out a small pill shaped candy.

"Eat this," George said with a grin.

"Why?" I asked slowly.

Yeah, like I'm going to trust the twins.

"Because! It's good candy!" Fred prompted. Yeah, like I'm taking candy from Fred. That's like telling Snape that you love him.

"And you did what to it?" I asked suspiciously, taking the candy.

"Nothing," the two said innocently. A little two innocently if you ask me, but innocently all the same.

I went against my brain and took the small little candy. After putting it in my mouth, my nose started to itch.

I started rubbing my nose. This can't be good. What the hell did these two dunderheads give me?

Fred and George were writing down what I was doing. I look at them, still rubbing my nose as bloody started pouring out. I have no idea what the hell they just gave me. Great, now I'm going to die.

I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was going wicked, wicked pale. This can't be good. I'm going to kill the twins.

"George," Fred said, turning to George.

"Hm?"

"How do we make it stop?"

I looked up at the two in horror. Does that mean that can't stop it?

"Well she eats the other end, doesn't she?" George said with a shrug.

"We didn't make the other end yet you git!" Fred shouted.

I almost passed out right here and now. What do they mean they don't have the other end? I'm going to die. The only Weasley girl in generations...and her brothers killed her. Great, just great. She died an experiment for a piece of candy. Mum's not going to be too happy.

"Well that do we do?" George asked, pulling me over to the chair, as blood still poured out of my poor nose. If I live through this I'm going to kick them soooooooo hard!

"Um… we could use magic," Fred offered.

"Underage," I managed to sputter out. "Get Mum. I don't want to die!"

"You're not going to die! And we're not getting Mum," George said, giving me a cloth to put up to my nose.

I looked across the room. There were now bloodstains on the floor. Mum's not going to be too happy. But even more so, what am I going to do about this non-stop bleeding? It's driving me crazy!

"Guys, this kind of needs to stop before I die!" I said softly, trying to sound threatening. Yeah, it wasn't working. Damn you stubborn twins.

Fred ran to the other side of the room and pulled out a little bottle filled with a pale yellow potion. He tossed it to George, who grinned and handed it to me. "Drink this," he said.

Last time I took something from the twins, I ended up with a bloody nose and that was about three minutes ago. Do they honestly think that I'm going to trust them again?

I drank the bottle. It tasted like peppers. That wasn't quite what I was expecting. But the bleeding stopped, nonetheless, and I removed the once white and is now red cloth from my nose. My face had a lot of blood on it, but nothing that I couldn't get off and the twins would just have to scrub the floors.

"What was that?" I asked, grabbing the wet cloth that George gave me after about a minute.

"An Anti-Bleeding Potion," Fred supplied, getting another cloth and wiping up the floor.

"Oh," I responded dully.

I walked out of my room and ran into Harry. I must have looked really pale because he sort of got freaked out.

"Ginny! Are you alright?" he asked, looking at my face.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, confused. I mean, yeah, I just had a huge bloody nose… but I cleaned up all the blood!

"You're wicked pale!"

"Oh, well, uh, that happens at um… four fifty two in the evening. I get pale," I said, quickly looking at the clock and making up a lie.

And that was a pretty pathetic lie, if I do say so myself.

"Does it now?" Harry asked with mock interest. I feel like I'm being made fun of….

"Well, only when the moon is… um full and there's a … Fred and George gave me a candy making my nose bleed uncontrollably," I sighed, giving in.

"Are you kidding me?" Harry asked, putting out his hands.

"No?"

"Are you alright?" he asked. This boy is full of questions.

"Well, seeing as I just almost bled to death…. Yeah, I'm fine," I said, turning around, my face gong red.

"How much blood did you loose?" Harry asked, sounding concerned. Aw, he's happy I didn't die! Do you think that's a sign?

No! Bad Ginny! You should not be thinking about that! You're over him, remember? Remember the 'little sister' thing? Remember that?

Okay, so I don't remember that but its true. Harry will never think of me as more then his best friends little sister.

Life is so confusing… and I'm only fourteen. What's it going to be like once I'm Mum's age? Oy.

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You'll never guess where I am right now! Just try! Guess. I'm on my way up to the hill to find the port key to take me and the family (and Harry and Hermione of course) to the Quidditch World cup! Isn't that awesome?

I could bounce with joy. Oh wait. I am.

"Alright, kids?" Dad called from the front of the line.

We looked up at him all sweaty and gross. It's not our fault it's July already! Nor is it our fault that they decided to put the World Cup in July. Bloody Ministry.

"Yeah, Dad, we're fine," George called up to Dad. Always the responsible one, that George.

Ha! Who am I kidding? At the time he yelled that, he was holding a spider and trying to get it to bite Ron to see what would happen if he got poisoned.

About a mile or so later, we stopped in front of this big oak tree to rest.

"Are any of you hungry?" Dad asked. "Your mother packed sandwiches.

Sandwiches. Yum.

"I'll take one, Dad!" I called up to him. He smiled and pulled open the brown bag and tossed me a sandwich wrapped in tin foil.

Sweet! Peanut butter and Jelly! It just doesn't get much better then this. The others got their sandwiches too. I don't really care what kind they got… but they insisted on telling me.

"Hey, Gin, what'd you get?" Ron asked, looking from my sandwich to his.

"Uh, PB and J. Why?" I asked, looking at his.

"I got corned beef. Want to trade?" he asked,

Psh. Like I'm going to trade the ultimate powers of PB and J for corned beef.

"Psh, no," I said to Ron, who frowned. Ha, this is what PB and J does to you. It takes over your mind and forces you to be cruel to your family. Sweet.

"Please, Gin?" Ron asked.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"DAD! RON'S HARASSING ME AGAIN!"

Ron's ears went red as Dad looked over to us. "Ron, stop tormenting your sister."

"She started it!" Ron yelled up to my dad.

I gasped. "I did not!" I shouted to my dad.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Dad! Ron is harassing me again!"

Ron gaped at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. I could hear Harry and Hermione laughing behind their sandwiches. I threw them a grin and they laughed a little more. The joys of making people happy.

"Hello there, Arthur!" came an unfamiliar voice from behind a big oak tree.

Dad spun around, as did the twins.

"Amos!" Dad shouted. Oh yeah, real descriptive Dad because I really know… "This is Amos Diggory everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

Oh. That clears it up then

Wait. Diggory? As in Cedric?

A tall figure fell from the tree. Well, jumped. Hermione screamed, probably thinking that it was weird monkey thing and the twins glared as I sat there like … what's going on and Ron and Harry were confused.

"My son, Cedric," Mr. Diggory said to my dad, motioning for Cedric to walk forward. He shook hands with my dad.

"Boys, you know Cedric, right?" Dad asked Fred and George.

"Hi," Cedric said, putting a hand in the air to everyone.

We all said our hellos, except for the twins who merely nodded. You see, Cedric was the Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team and they had not quite forgiven him for beating Gryffindor in the match last year. I don't blame them. Not to mention, Cedric was gorgeous so that plays a factor, too.

Dad and Diggory started talking. Then Diggory went crazy at the mention of Harry's name. And he goes bragging about his son too. Such a nice man. Gah.

"Ced's talked about you, of course," Diggory said. "Told us all about playing against you last year… I said to him, I said – Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will…. You beat Harry Potter."

We all gave Mr. Diggory a glare and Cedric muttered as he said, "Dad, it was an accident. Harry fell off his broom because of the dementors."

"But you didn't fall off, did you?" Amos asked.

I wonder if anyone else has the urge to hit this guy. And poor Cedric, having a father who all he does is boast. It'd get on my nerves. That's what my brother's are for, I 'spose.

"But in the end, the best man one," Mr. Diggory said, clapping his son on the back. "I think Harry would say the same, wouldn't you—"

"Well I think it's almost time," Dad said, interrupting Mr. Diggory's boasting streak. Go Dad!

Seriously though. That man was getting on my nerves.

"Do you know if we're waiting for anyone?" Dad asked.

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week and the Fawketts couldn't get tickets," Amos said, looking at his watch.

"Hermione," I said, looking at my bushy haired friend.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ready for this?" I asked as soon as we all managed to get our bags in a nice circle so that we all had room to touch the smelly old boot.

"Ready for—AH!" Hermione screamed.

Apparently she wasn't ready for it. Whoa, I'm getting dizzy. Stupid portkey. They really need to think of a better way to do this. Maybe side-along apparation.

We all landed smack on the ground in one huge heap. Well, not all of us. Just Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and me. Most of us did. But Dad, Amos, and Cedric landed gracefully a few feet over.

Show-offs.

"Dad, where's our campsite?" I asked after George helped me up.

George hushed me seeing as Dad was talking to someone named Basil.

"About a quarter of a mile over thata way, the first field you see, Arthur" the man said.

Dad thanked him and we all started walking to our campsite.

A/n: That seemed like a pretty good place to stop. Well? How was the first chapter? How's the plot going? I think it'll mostly be about Ginny's third year at Hogwarts. But, let me know what you think. Review! Because who doesn't love reviews, right?

-Snuffles