This is a Story of a Girl

Prolouge: Absolutely

DISCLAMIER: I wish on a daily basis i owned Harry Potter, but sadly I'm just an obsessed nerd. Please Enjoy and All reviews are welcome (well that sounded unoriginal)

"This is a story of girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world! Although she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her, WHEN SHE SMILES!" sang Ginny Weasley as she bounced around her small room, ricashaying off her bed and onto her floor. Even when she tripped over her own feet (shierking for a second) and went sprawling onto her pillow face first, she never failed to hit each note on perfect pitch with perfect timing.

Her long mane of fiery red hair flung around her face sweeping all around. She smiled happily, bouncing in circles on her bed. The music blared loudly in the background, but not as lous as Ginny's singing. She belted each lyric like there was no tomorrow. And for all she knew, there might not be, considering Voldemort was back and very much alive, but at the moment Ginny for once didn't care about him, he was too much of a pest for her mind to stay on anyway.

Ginny was wearing her favorite thing in the world: and oversized Hollyhead Harpies t-shirt and a small pair of deniumn shorts. Her hair was ratted since she had not yet bothered brushing out its ever tangled ends. Nobody else was awake so there really was not point in caring what she looked like and nobody was going to wake up anytime soon as far as she knew.

The music didn't bother any of her family and for once Hermione wasn't here over Chritmas holiday. Ginny had her room all to herself, but it still wasn't open enough for her liking.

As the music stopped and the song began to replay, she didn't start to sing again, instead she looked outside. The window was fogged over so ginny used her sleeve to wip off the frost. After observing her backyard, she decided that it was to cold and snowy out there for any decent person to go out there. So the backyard was out of the question, but the living room would be free. The only problem was, free for how long?

The clock on her wall ticked happily at the early hour. It was only half past four in the morning. Her mother, Mrs. Weasley, wouldn't be getting up to start breakfast for atleast two hours, three if she was lucky. Her father, Mr. Weasley, had today off and even the crackpot divinations teacher could predict that he wouldn't be up until noon. Her brothers, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill and Bill's new fiance, Fluer, wouldn't be here until her dad woke up. Hermione was with her family in some fancy place somewhere, and Ron wouldn't wake up for a necular bomb.

There was one person in the house she was not entirely sure she wouldn't wake up. Oddly this was the person how seemed the most in need of sleep: Harry Potter. Contary to popular believe, Ginny did NOT know the sleeping habbits of Harry and she couldn't remember how tired he had been when he'd gone off to bed. He'd been acting very strangely lately so it was hard to tell. Ginny racked her brain for a memory of last night. At last she found one.

"Awww...tired already are you Harry?" Ginny teased from behind the table.

Harry smiled and nodded at her. This she answered with a flawless smile of her own. His dark black hair seemed almost too messy and bags wre accumulating under his amazingly beautiful green eyes. The time was around midnight.

He had been, and looked, very tired. Ginny figured he woudn't wake up until she went baraling into Ron's room, shrieking that breakfast was ready to get both of them up.

Jumping up, Ginny grabbed her Nine Days CD and the radio, rushing down the stairs. As she was pluffing it in, a large owl came swopping in. It deposited a letter on her lap and flew back out the window, probably going home.

Well, that was rather rude, Ginny thought, he didn't even stay to chat. He was quiet a pretty bird though....I wonder who sent it.

Naturally, she hadn't recignized the owl but could guess who it was from. Attempting to but a smile on her face she picked up the letter. Her smile turned into a grimace, it was Dean Thomas, her boyfriend, again. Didn't he know she didn't care what he was doing ever second of every day?

Ginny made a mental note to read it later...maybe...if she had time. Making another mental note to make sure not to have time to read it, she set the radio on repeat, grabbed her microphone (a wooden spoon she had managed to find in the draw), and stepped onto the stage (the dinning room table). The radio began to play.

Smiling, she sang along with the music, doing fancy tricks on the table and dancing her heart out. Ginny made another mental note to clean the table afterwords, as she blared out lyric after lyric of her favorite song. Snikering slightly, but never missng a beat, she realized how many things she had to do today and it was supose to be winter holiday.

"Read" Dean's letter.

Reply with the usual: thats great, I miss you lots, love you too, ect.

Make a huge point of setting his letter UNOPENED on fire.

Clean the table of all footprints so she wouldn't be murdered by her mother.

Ginny threw the letter at her feet and befan to rythically stomp on it. It wasn't like she hated Dean, he was just...jealous...and clingy. Mostly he was jealous of Harry. Dean had nothing to be jealous of in her opinion, Harry was just her friend and that was how it was meant to be.

In fact she had even almost, all the way, 90% given up on her crush for Harry. But still, that stubborn 10% seemed to be holding on for dear life by a tiny thread of hope. Ginny had decided to wait this year out for him, but if he didn't come through, it seemed she'd have no other choice then to cut the thread. No matter how bad it hurt, somethings just needed to be done. Subconsiously, she prayed that he would, from some pure stroke of luck on her part, fall madly in love with her.

But, now was definitely not the time for that. The house was silient and she planned tomake it ablaze with sound and still manage to not wake up anybody.

For the next hour or so, Ginny sand the same song over and over, and it never seemd to get boring. Being the only one in her family to ever listen to muggle music did have it's perks. Most of them new the words but considered it rubbish and choice not to sing. So, as you can probably guess, it was a shock when another voice started singing along with her's. The voice was coming from behind her so she had no idea who it was, but whoever it was, they could sing.

This voice was smooth and delicate, but definitely a male's. Ron's couldn't sing like that (neither could her dad for that matter), everybody else was gone, and Dean didn't live her. This meant it could only be one person.

The song ended and Ginny spun around, open mouthed at her watcher. Harry Potter had joined in her singing and was now leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his face. The song started over.

"What no encore?" Harry teased. Ginny glared at him.

"You realize that now that you've seen my dark secret I will have to kill you, right?" she asked him smiling.

Harry chuckled and her heart gave a jump. She comanded it to stop. This was Harry, her FRIEND, nothing more and nothing less. But still the way he smiled at her...

"Your a good singer Gin," he told her causing her to smile even more and turn the famous color of Weasley red that each one wore when truly embarrassed.

Harry couldn't help but to notice how utterly beautiful she looked. He smiled and she moved part red and into a new shade, maroon. This made him smile even harder, she was just so amazing when she blushed.

Stop it! Harry warned himself, Remember she's Ron's sister!

And just because she's RON'S sister doesn't mean you can't notice how gorgeous she is, the other side (the one the monster was currently agreeing with) argued.

It had him there. Both sides stepped back and let him enjoy this perfectly wonderful moment.

"Yours was much better," Ginny said, sweetly welcoming him back to reality.

She pulled up a chair and patted the seat next to her's. At Harry's complete lack of comprehension, Ginny added, "Your singing, it's really amazing."

"Oh," Harry said blushing, "thanks."Harry sat down on the chair beside her. Ginny giggled.

"It makes me fell sooo much better about myself when 'Then Chosen One' can't even keep up with a conversation he started," she said gracing him with an amazing smile.

Harry laughed and she got upon the "stage" and bowed.

"Care to join me for an encore Mr. Potter?" she asked holding out her hand.

He took it and made his voice to sound like a teacher, "Of coarse, Ms. Weasley."