Summary: Ginny Weasley wants to get the message through to her thick-headed brother that she's 14 not 5. This enlists the help of a broomstick and the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Review please!

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns all these awesome characters not me

"I'M 14 NOT 5 YEARS OLD!" Cries Ginny Weasley as she screamed at her older brother Ron in the Gryffindor common room. Her face was quickly going red, something that only happened when she was steaming mad

"I never said you weren't," Ron replied sheepishly.

"Then why do you treat me that way?!" Screamed Ginny. Ron coward as his sisters anger palpated off of her in waves.

"Gin, you can't date that Michael bloke," Ron stated. "You just can't, and you won't!"

"Ya, who says so?" Ginny challenged, standing tall to show off her full height which was almost eye to eye to Ron.

"Me!" Ron said as if he was stating the obvious.

"Ya, you and what army?! I'd like to see you try and stop me!" and with that Ginny pushed past her brother and ran up the staircase to the girls dorms, eventually slamming her dorm room door shut with a loud slam that echoed across the silent common room.

"Honestly Ronald, ever heard of tact?" Hermione scoffed at her friend as she followed Ginny up the stairs.

"Gin, you have to know he means well," Hermione said as she entered the empty room to find a sobbing Ginny on her poster bed.

"Hermione, sit down. I want to tell you something," Ginny said, wiping away her tears.

Hermione sat down on Ginny's bed not knowing what to expect.

"Mione, one of my first memories was watching the boys play Quidditch and saying I was too young. I'm always too young or too delicate or whatever. Ever since I was 4!" Ginny said.

"But you were too young if it was your first memory."

Ginny let out an aggravated sigh. "Here," Ginny passed Hermione a blue notebook. "I want you and Ron to read this. ALL OF IT. Then tell me if I'm being too dramatic...oh, and Harry since you probably will show him anyways...got it!"

"Um..." Hermione took the blue notebook. "O-Okay Gin if that will make you feel better."

"It will! This is my diary." Ginny kept a diary? Hermione wondered.

"Really?" Hermione asked cautiously. "After first year..."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"It's from a Muggle store." Ginny promised

"Okay."

"Good," Ginny said smiling. "Now don't tell Ron or Harry I gave it to you. It'll ruin the moment."

"Gin I don't-."

"Hermione please," Ginny begged. "I never ask you for anything, can't you do this one, simple task for me?"

Hermione sighed but her resolve dipped. "Alright."

"Thank you," Ginny gave Hermione a sad smile. "You can go now."

"Gin,"

"Please, I want to get to sleep. I promise, I'm fine. Or I will be if you read that."

"Okay Gin," Hermione said. "Shout if you need anything."

"I am fully capable of doing things myself Hermione," Ginny snaped back. Clearly she was still pissed.

"I-I-I know Gin," and with that Hermione left to go tell Ron what happened before Ginny could bite her head off.

"Ready?" asked Hermione. Ron, Harry, and herself were sitting together at a table off to the side of the Gryffindor common room.

"Yup," Ron replied, giddy with excitement. "I can't believe you stole this from Ginny."

"Uh-hu," Hermione said. She hated lying but Ginny was right, Ron would get in a tizzy and shout at Ginny which would make her shout back and it'd be another screaming match in the commons. This way Ron couldn't get mad at Ginny for she had 'no idea' they took it. Ginny promised Hermione at breakfast that morning that she'd ask them if they'd seen a blue notebook anywhere if she wanted it back to write in.

"I don't like this. Should we really be looking at Ginny's personal thoughts. I thought you of all people Hermione would be against this."

Hermione bit her lip. "I'm worried about Ginny. She's moody and acting out and I thought if we looked at her diary it may lead us to help her."

Harry was quiet for a moment. "Alright, crack it open."

Hermione opened the blue note book and read

June 15th

Dear Diary:

I only got you today for there was a sale at a Muggle shop and daddy loves everything Muggles.

Today was just like another. I woke up, the boys were playing Quidditch and I wasn't allowed to play for I was too young. I'm 6 for petes sake, Ron started flying when he was 4.I begged, pleaded, cried (works for everything BUT Quidditch) but they are such prats

"Hey!" Ron whined.

"Shh," Hermione said and read on.

"They think of me like a delicate little princess who will get hurt by mealy a push. Well, I have news for them. I am strong and can fly, really well. Ever since I was 6, Diary, I've been taking turns on each of my brothers broomstick at night without their knowledge

"SHE'S BEEN DOING WHAT!" Screamed Ron.

Upstairs, covered up to her forehead under her covers, Ginny smiled. She knew exactly which part they were at. Oh, she couldn't wait until they read more

"Hurry, I want to read more!" Cried Ron as soon as classes were over

"Okay, okay, hush Ron." Hermione dipped into her knapsack and took out the blue notebook. "Here we go," and Hermione continued to read.

June 16

Dear Diary:

Mum is just like my brothers, not thinking I can do anything. It works to my advantage though. Today she told us our chores and she told me I had to de-gnome the garden then double tracked for she thought it was too hard for me. Firstly, as if but it still was great to get less chores.

After chores Mum made me wear a ghastly pink dress for we were going to Cousin Alice's for lunch. I like Cousin Alice. She's the only girl in her family of 7 too. And although she's not the youngest she still gets me. She's my favorite cousin

I had to hold Mum's hand as we floo'd to their house. I'm not a child, I can Floo by my self thank you very much. Ron can but he's not the baby now is he. It also didn't help that the twins enchanted my door to make a bonnet appear whenever I entered and once I took it off it retied itself to me again. They called me Ickle Ginny-kins...It was really annoying.

"Ya, well they call me Ickle Ronniekins," Ron said to the notebook.

"Ron," Harry warned. "Hermione, continue please." He enjoyed finding out more about Ginny. He kind of fancied her...not that he'd let Ron know that. She was his baby sister, emphasis on BABY.

"With pleasure," Hermione gave Ron a pointed loook and continued reading Today at brunch me and Alice had so much fun. It was sad to say goodbye. The boys all whined and complained about having to end their Quidditch games. What babies, I wasn't even allowed to play!

Im starving, Ron ate most of the food, surprise, surprise.

"You still have that ultimate stomach mate," Harry said. Ron let lose a wide grin, accepting the compliment for what it was; the truth.

"Can I continue?" asked Hermione. The boys nodded.

when I go downstairs I'll grab some food Hermione continued

Anyways, night Diary, I have to go fly (shhh)

Talk to you tomorrow

~Ginny

"Hey guys, whatcha reading?" Asked Ginny as she made her way towards them. She was so far away that Hermione had time to hide the notebook and the friends quickly opened 3 books on Ancient Ruins

"Studying," Hermione replied quickly.

"Together?" Ginny asked.

"Well duh, what else does it look like?" Asked Ron, eager for her too go away so they could read the diary.

"Well firstly, you're all on different pages," Ginny waited as the 3 friends rushed to find the same page then continued, "And I wanted to ask Harry something," Ginny said sitting down at the table with them.

"What are you gonna asked him? To marry you? Gin this fantasy has gone on for too lon-"Ron started.

"Ron, you're a bloody idiot you know that?" Ginny retorted. Then she turned to face all of her attention on the raven haired boy. "When are Quidditch try outs?"

"The 29th," Harry replied feeling uncomfortable due to the Ron just shot him.

"Why do you want to know?" Ron challenged. "Are you going to try out? Man, that'd be funny Gin," Ron laughed.

Ginny looked at Hermione then back at Ron.

"I can fly" Ginny barked

"Sure and I'm a Slytherin," Ron snapped back. Ginny gaped at him

"Idiot," Ginny murmured under her breath. Ginny rolled her shoulders back and sent Harry a blinding smile. "Thanks Harry," and with that Ginny pushed her chair back with a squeak and ran upstairs.

"You moron! Have you learnt nothing! She's been flying since she was 6!" Hermione whispered shouted.

"And I've been flying since I was 5. 'Mione, she probably only flew for a few minutes and she was probably bloody bad. I mean why else would she keep trying and not let out a hint of what she was doing, she would've bragged!" Ron said, putting the Ancient Ruins book away. Harry soon followed suit.

"Ugh, you boys are so insensitive!" Hermione murmured. "I think you hurt her feelings Ron."

"She's too sensitive," Ron said. "And she's not trying out Harry!"

"Ron, I can't ban someone from playing."

"Yes you can, I read the rules!" Ron replied.

"Fine, I can, but I need a better excuse then her older brother doesn't want her to play."

"I'll find one!"

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Quickly the common room was emptied and only Ron and Ginny were left. Thankfully people know about her temper and leave when they hear it.

"How dare you ask Fred and George for blackmail footage!" Ginny said each word like a whip.

"I don't want you playing and I'll Owl Mum if I have to!" Ron said.

"I already did she said to follow my heart which I am doing!"

"So you're playing for Harry, won't do you much luck if you're killed!"

"Leave me alone! Let me live my own life!"

"Hey, I'm not the one that shouted RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Ron yelled back.

"I mean on the topic of Quidditch! Oh, and your wasting your Knuts and Sickles, I got access to that footage year ago. It's all history now." And with that Ginny walked up to the girls dorm.

"Hermione, you need you read quicker!" Ginny told the elder girl when she came to check on her moments later. "He's not getting the message."

The trio continued reading Ginny's diary in secret late at night and got up to the age of 9 when the message finally came to Ron.

"Gin," Ron said, coming over to Ginny's table at the library.

"What Ronald?" Asked Ginny. She was expecting another fight for Ginny had made the Quidditch team and Ron had been so mad when the initial results came in that he ran off for hours without even letting Harry follow.

"I-I wanted to tell you something. Can I sit?"

"Will you yell at me?"

"No."

"Hmm, not so sure," Ginny teased.

"Bloody Hell Gin, let me sit!" Ron yelled. "I already feel like a heel."

"Okay, okay. Don't have a cow."

"Thank you," Ron said, sitting down across from his sister.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked. "Some of use actually care about our grades."

"Gin...I want to say I'm sorry! I'm sorry for the way we treat you and I want to make it up to you."

"Oh...okay. What are you sorry for?" Asked Ginny, she was loving this.

"I'm sorry for ditching you and not allowing you to play Quidditch when we were younger. I'm sorry for always underestimating you because you're a woman. I realize now how wrong we all were and you're right, you are more capable than we believe. You are a strong, independent woman and I want to be with you as you grow not be something holding you back."

"Thanks Ron," Ginny said, it warmed her heart to hear her brother say those words. "That was surprisingly insightful of you."

"When we get home to the Burrow I'll help you practice Quidditch alll summer!" Rom said.

"Thanks Ron." Ginny said with a wide smile. She finally knew the message had come through to him. If only it'd work on Fred and George...