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Why I need you

PREFACE

She rolled over from a hectic night's sleep, looked at the clock and rolled back over, her face found another pillow to snuggle into and another sunless Saturday morning hour was gone.

"GINNY!"

A loud moan came from the floor above the kitchen. "BLOODY HELL MOM, WHAT?"

"GET UP!"

"You'd think with magic, yelling would cease to exist, but no, not with the damned Weasley family." Ginny got up out of bed cursing. She didn't bother to dress, she was covered enough, and besides there was no honest privacy in the house anyway.

As she admired her messy self in the mirror a soft tapping came from her window. She flung around, startling the poor, yet anxious Pig nearly clean off the sill. She ran to the window, hoisted the creaking hinges up and in zoomed the tiny owl.

The letter was hurried dropped from the beak of the small bird in favor of a more delectable, by bird standard, treat. Ginny smiled at the idiot bird, but was not at all unhappy with the quick release of the letter. She tore into it:

Congratulations, Miss Ginerva Molly Weasley, you are here by accepted to the Ministry of Magic's Auror Training Camp, and with the completion of aforementioned camp you will be admitted into the ranks of the esteemed warriors of the Auror Department.

Sincerely,

Madame Curin of the Department of Educating Aurors

A malicious smile spread across the face of the young and proud witch, all her years of schooling had finally paid off. She was in. She had made it, and what made the day even better is that no one knew it. It was all to her, and if she did stupidly decide to tell her mother, the Committee for Electing New Aurors, would have to unbury her from her sudden grave.

She walked down happier than she would have normally.

"Ginny, why are you in such a good mood?" From her years of understanding men when they talked with their mouth full, Ron's sudden observation was easily understood and just as easily detoured.



"Good night's sleep is all."

"Right, it's not because your love is coming for a visit?"

"Wow you actually stopped eating for that one. No it is not because of that, and if you must know, me and Harry are taking things very slowly." Yeah too slowly.

"As well you should be."

"Thanks mum, I'll remember that. While Ron and Hermione sex it up in his room tonight."

Ron glared at her.

"Ron is a grown man, and he and Hermione are well into their relationship. It's not them I worry about."

"You will when Hermione comes out pregnant!" she growled. "MUM! You are so asinine when it comes to it aren't you? Your son is having sex in your house, but the second I get a boyfriend the world turns fringed and vaginas no longer exist!"

Three things happened all at once, Ginny, realizing what her mouth had ran and said, got up and tried to leave as quickly as possible. Ron choked on a piece of his breakfast sausage, and started guffawing, and Mrs. Weasley turned pale as if slapped in the face. The latter didn't last long.

"GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY!"

Too bad for her, Ginny had already dissaperated her way to freedom. Harry's place.