CHAPTER 1- Damn!
Disclaimer: Hey guess what! I'm not JKR and any of her work I do not own! Ok, on with the story.
I still remember the day, it was in our last transfiguration class before Christmas break. McGonagall announced to us, "Since all of your are fourth year students, it is my obligation to tell you that you are able to attend the Yule ball that we are again holding." Practically all the girls in that bloody class shrieked. (Something I will never understand, its like a cross between a scream and a giggle, I don't know…) I was sure the ball would be just as stressful as last year, but oh the humility of going without a date! And to be fair, no one would EVER let me alone if I skipped out. I figured I'd probably be stuck with Neville again, not that he's not sweet, but seriously! I couldn't walk for a week after last years fiasco! (And it's hard to stalk Harry's every move without the ability of walking!) Damn! I didn't say that! No! I don't like him like that! I am sooooo over him! So over his smile, so over his wind-blown hair, so over his amazing body. Damn! Why? Seriously why? Why can't I get over him? He's got enough to deal with, with his fan club fawning over him all the time! (Which I can proudly say I am not a member of….anymore.) Besides, he doesn't even look twice as me, anyway, I will get over him. I will! ---*sigh,…that body…* Oh damn it all!
That's probably the reason I don't like balls, or Hogsmeade weekends, or bloody valentines day! Urgh, it's because they just remind me of how much I want him and how much he barely knows I exist. It gives me the opportunity to dream, to dream he will come to his senses, realize I'm the love of his life, and he would ask me out, and we would kiss in the rain, and ride off into the sunset with a corny love song playing in the background! Why? Why do I dream? It just makes me hurt more than I need to. Stupid ball, stupid forced merriment, stupid happy couples dancing everywhere! This is all the ball's fault anyway! Not mine! It is causing all this, it is the reason I cant stop dreaming about him, it is the reason he looks so fine after Quidditch practice, when he's all sweaty and his jersey is so tight on his perfectly muscled chest! Ok fine, maybe not the last one, but its not fair he looks so good in his jersey! I look like a horrible clash of orange and red in mine! Oh well, I've got all vacation to obsess over him and have him not even realize I'm alive, *sigh* should be fun, shouldn't it?
There is going to be another Yule ball. This is hell! I have to scavenge a date again! God, the stupid teachers must hate me! Who thought of this anyway? If I find out I swear…urgh, and when McGonagall told us, all the girls did that sequel thing, I will never understand it, (are they scared, giddy, or what?) Oh well at least I don't have to dodge clusters of mistletoe over vacation. Maybe ron can give me some tips on who to ask, because I have no idea. I'm guessing he'll take Hermione, that would be better than last year, "He's too old for you!" "I can take care of myself!" "he's using you!" "Next time ask me yourself!" Well if he takes her advice, we might have a more peaceful night than last year. Still, back to my problem, he has it easier than me! It's not like I like anyone, well….No! That's not possible. Think Ron. Think staying alive! Who to ask, who to ask…*sigh* Damn! Think who am I allowed to ask! Oh boy, vacation is going to be rough.
Author's note: sorry about saying damn so much but it seemed to work, I ended up just making it the title! Hehe. Review please!!!!!! This is my first fan fiction and I need to know how to make it better, criticism welcomed! I don't know if I should keep going…I don't know, is it crap? Tell me I would like to know!
*anyone with a dirty mind, don't think too much into the "I don't like balls" part, unintended pun, Ginny is straight. =) *