What's Wrong With Wierd?
By: Lady Lily

Hey! Well, don't flame and I won't cry.
The reference about counting the cracks is about
Tropical Fishy's fic.... Counting The Cracks. Read
it, it's good. Now, on with the story.

Disclaimer: Fan Fiction: by fans. Come on, if I
owned any of this, I'd be doing something rich!


Well, here I am again. Just laying here,
on my bed, staring at him. Well, not the real him,
the photographic him. My bestest friend took the
picture for me last year, at the party Fred and
George threw when he became a champion. Anyways,
for the past hour or two (I'm not really sure, Dad
pulled my watch apart and can't fix it), I've lied here,
just staring at him. His dazzling emerald eyes twinkle
as he smiles, the Gryffindor banner draped over his
shoulders.

"Hey, Gin! Have you used Pig lately?"

I swear, my brothers have no manners. They
constantly barge inyo my room, no courtesy for me. I
could've been dancing naked. I wasn't (or wouldn't) but,
you get the point. They probably don't even know the
meaning of the word respect. Or privacy for thet matter.
Not even Percy, who is worse because he thinks that
he's better than the rest of us. Well, my infamous
Weasly temper begins to boil.

"Ron!!!! Can't you even knock!?! You can't
just barge into someone's room like that! You are soooo
annoying!"

"But have you used-"

"NO!!! Get out! NOW!" I think I even heard
myself growl there.

"Gin, I really need to send a letter!"

I grab the back of his robes and shove him
out the door. "Noxt time knock!"

"Wow, I never really believed them when they
said you had a temper. Boy was I wrong."

Oh no. No no no no no. When did Harry
come in? I slowly turn around to see myself staring into
those endless pits of emerald.

"Ha- Harry? Er...hi," I stammered in my way-
to-squeky voice.

"Hi Ginny. That really is some temper. Do you
mind if I sit down? Ron and I raced up here."

He moves toward the bed and I see the picture
I had been studying (actually, I can name every object in
it, but that's not the point.) before my brother came in
thrown carelessy face up on the bed. I literally dive for it
to hide it.

"Ginny, what're you doing?"

"Doing? Well, you see, I'm, uh, er, practicing
my swimming. Yea." I could feel my cheeks burning. I
mean, just kill me now and get past the torture!

"Uh, Gin?" he looks aroung the room, utterly
confused, "whay? And in what?"

"Well, you see, you never know when you
might need to swim for safety. And I'll have you know,
practicing to swim in the air is very normal."

"Uh, yeah, normal."

"So did you want something?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to , uh, talk with you."

"Talk with me?" Harry Potter, the only man
for me wants to talk with me!?! No way. I'm dreaming.

"Yeah, I got here two weeks ago, but I've
hardly seen you."

Two weeks! I thought it was a month. 'Well
duh you did! I yelled at myself, 'all you did was lie
around, staring at the picture or counting the cracks!'
'Yeah, well, counting the cracks led to an
interesing experience, didn't it!' yelled another part of
my mind.
'Good response,' replied the first part dryly.

Great, I'm having an argument with myself. I
look up and realize that he had asked me a question.
"Huh?"

"I was asking if we could talk, then."

"Sure, sit down," I said, patting my bed. Just
as he was about to, we heard my mum calling for dinner.

"How about another time, Harry?"

"Sure, see ya then."

I left my room in a daze and didn't even see
Fred and George come up to me. Their wonderful
ahem voices woke me from my daze.

"What's making our wittle sister Ginny so
happy?" asked George.

"Huh, what?"

"And wierd," commented the ever lovely Fred.

"Well, what's wrong with wierd?" I asked. I
bounded down the stairs, happier thatn I've been in
ages, leaving the twins at the top, dumbfounded.



I'm gonna do the next chapter as Harry's pov
of the whole situation. Review all. Thanks and Ciao,
Lady Lily