Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters

Note: this is my little Ginny-bashing story. It's my first fanfic, I got the idea for it while sitting in the parking lot at Costco, LOL.

Ginny POV:

My name is Ginerva Anne Weasley, and I am going to marry Harry James Potter.

I've been in love with Harry ever since I first heard to story of his first conquest of He-Who-Must… Voldemort.

That old geezer.

I never knew why every one was so scared to say his name, even after Harry blasted him into oblivion as a one year-old.

My Harry. He was already the Savior of the Wizarding World before he could even take himself to the loo. I mean, he's destined for greatness, and oh, I just know.

I just know we're destined to be.

But anyways, I was four and being stuffed into the ugliest, itchiest, most horrendous dress robe ever put into existence...

"MUM! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO A STUPID PARTY! I'M NOT GOING. I'M NOT. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! NOOO! I'M GOING TO HOLD MY BREATH UNTIL YOU SAY I DON'T HAVE TO GO! I'M STARTING! RIGHT NOW MUM! I'M ABOUT TO DO IT, MUM. ARE YOU LISTENING? MUM!"

Ginny Weasley had been yelling for over an hour, and everyone was incredibly sick of her.

They were getting ready to attend the annual It's-the-Anniversary-of-the-Day-Harry-Potter-Vanquished-the-Dark-Lord Banquet.

It was the most important event of the year, everyone knew.

Except Ginny, who had been too young to attend before now.

They had meant to tell her the importance of the day earlier… really… but it had slipped their minds.

So now the six other Weasley's sat in the kitchen drawing straws to see who would get stuck with the little brat for the night, talking her down, holding her hand, listening to her whine in overly dramatic high-pitched tones, and escorting her to the loo.

"Ha! It isn't me! Yes!" cried Percy, in a rare show of emotion.

He was currently jumping up and down, waving the stick that said 'nope' in iridescent letters.

He had plans of asking Penelope Clearwater to dance with him that night, and he wasn't going to let that spoiled little terror ruin them.

He turned back around to see Charlie sigh in relief, glancing down at a stick the read 'not you either'. They both spun gleeful circles around the kitchen as Ron picked next.

"Hooray! I won!" he yelled. Then he looked back down at the stick.

"Mum? What does this say?"

Fred and George both looked at each other and busted out into outrageous guffaws at their littlest brother. They simultaneously reached for Ron's stick and read out loud, 'dodged a bullet there, kid'. This, of course renewed their hearty laughter, which did not cease as Bill reached into the jar.

'Sorry, kid, Better luck next time', it read.

Bill's head hit the table with a resounding thunk, as he pushed through the door.

He looked down, and barely held in his laughter at the sight of a blue-faced four year-old, sitting calmly on the couch as she waited patiently for someone to pay attention to her. Ginny was thorough, and reliable at carrying her threats through. You could at least give her that. Bill sighed and sat down next to the little redhead.

"Gin, do you know why the grown-ups and everyone go to this party every year?" he inquired, already knowing the answer.

Blue-faced Ginny shook her head. "Oh come on Gin, breathe already. You're going whether or not you pass out."

Ginny, who only really listened to her oldest brother let out a huge sigh, and began to breathe again, albeit with her infamous pout incredibly visible.

"Ginny, when you were just an ickle newborn, there was this super bad guy. He was so bad, people didn't even say his name. 'Cuz he was bad. So anyways, super bad guy went around killing people for fun, and Reductoing houses and stuff. And no one could stop him, because he was mega powerful and evil and anyone who stood up to him pretty much died. So then he decided he was gonna go kill this family and their new baby, 'cuz some crazy Seer bint told him the baby was the only one that could kill him or something. So he walks up to this house all evil like, yeah? And he's in the house, and he Avada Kedavra's the dad, yeah? And he walks up to the mom and is all, step aside so I can AK your baby, and she's all like NO and he's all like im not gonna kill you if you just move, and she's like not my baby! So she stays in front of him, yeah?, and the evil dude is all, whatever, so he AK's her all casual-like. And so now its just him and this ickle baby boy, all gurgling in his crib, and the evil dude's all like, prepare to die baby, and tries to AK him, right? So then, he like blows up, and the house blows up and everythings like gone except this kid, who's still gurgling in his crib. So, now we celebrate every year 'cuz the evil bad guys gone, and the baby, his name's Harry Potter, saved everyone's butt's just by being him or something."

Bill looked down at the oddly silent Ginny. Her chin had hit her chest and her eyes were comically wide, growing more so by the second. Bill thought she was going to blow up.

She got up after a few seconds, and went to go grab her favorite hair flower, charmed to twinkle and sparkle in the light, and fixed her robes.

"Let's go Billy, I'm ready! I want to go to the party! Let's go now Billy! This is gonna be sooo much fun!" Bill rubbed his temples, preparing for a long night.

Yeah… Good times.

So, anyways, since that night, I've been dreaming about being married to the Boy Who Lived.

I mean, just imagine how seriously popular I'll be at school when word gets out that the 5th year Ginny Weasley snagged the ever-so elusive Harry Potter!

I'll be the witch everyone talks about. I mean, I already am, since I'm so gorgeous and smart and athletic and caused the Great Dean-Seamus Skirmish. I mean, who can help talking about me? I'm freakin' amazing!

But I'll really be the subject of all those nosy bints' gossip and envy. And all those bints who said Tommy drove me off the bend 1st year can suck my hairy bollocks.

Plus, married to Harry, I'll be as rich as, or maybe even richer than, Malfoy, that silly arse-bandit. Imagine all the lovely homes we'll have, the top-of-the-line brooms, the most exquisite dress robes… We could even have our own private island.

All I need is for my plan to fan out.

I've been fawning over him since his 1st year, and even went along with crazy Tom Riddle's plans so that Harry could come save me.

Of course, I didn't think my darling Tommy would try to kill me… but he didn't, right? So, I say, no harm, no foul. What doesn't kill you, turns you into a person who has a much greater amount of character and strength, or whatever that Muggle saying is.

I thought Harry would realize his love for me then, but when I woke up in the hospital wing, all I saw was Seamus Finnigan holding a horrendously conjured bunch of wilting daises.

But it didn't matter, since he helped me put Phase two into position.

I figured Harry would be racked with jealousy if he saw me with anyone else, so I started going out with tons of guys.

Last year, I even resorted to shagging Dean Thomas in his and Harry's room, but Harry came back late from Transfiguration and missed it all.

Not that I'm really complaining about having to shag him. He had the most amazing… well... anyways, moving on.

I mean, who can blame me if I amuse myself while waiting for Harry, right? Of course it only makes sense if I gather up experience so that when me and Harry make love, it'll will be magical. It works, since the Gryffindor Golden Boy also happens to be the Golden Virgin, that one of us knows what we're doing.

So, after four years of grueling… erm… research, and waiting and waiting for the stupid prat to tell me he loves me, I've decided that now's the time.

I'm going to seduce Harry Potter and have him in my bed by nightfall, and no one's gonna stop me.

I'm Ginny Weasley and I always get what I want.

A/N: Please review. I don't care if you rip me to shreds, but say something... like if you want me to continue or not... Thanks!