A/N: So yes, it's me again. Sorry for the lack of ANYTHING this past year and an half, but things have been... well "crazy" is a good word. Anyway, I basically had to start from scratch, so i'm reposting this, and the next chapter is well underway. Anyway, without further ado...

...Chapter One- The (not so) Great Beginning

" Come on, Gin, rise and shine! It's already 8:02. Do you really want a repeat of yesterday? Cause, you know, if you do, you can always count on us to make it possible. Our names aren't Gred and Forge for nothing."

Ginny just mumbled something incoherent and snuggled deeper into her comforter. The twins obviously took that response as a " yes", because the next thing Ginny knew, she was drenched with water: pink water to be exact.

There was one thing Ginevra Molly Weasley wasn't and that was a morning person. Her whole family knew it. In fact anybody who knew Ginny for more than five minutes knew that. It was a kind of running joke with her family and friends. In the morning her mum or dad would always tease about it by asking if anybody was brave enough- or stupid enough- to try to wake up Ginny. Whenever Ginny was home from Hogwarts, the task usually fell upon the twins, who were happy to oblige.

Since in the past few years Ginny had become immune to being shaken awake, Fred and George were always coming up with new ways to get her up. Usually, Ginny was not thrilled with the methods the twin used, especially when it involved feathers, sneezing powder, itching powder, small explosives, a chicken, any Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products, or a combination of any or all of them.

That morning was no exception. As soon as the water touched her skin, Ginny jumped up with a shriek and didn't waste time in telling the twins off.

" Fred! George! I can't believe you did that! Couldn't you have tried a nicer or at least more civil way of waking me up? I'm still trying to get over yesterday's waking up! You know, where you dumped blue water on me and I was literally blue for an hour!"

She stopped shouting long enough to look down and inspect the damage. When she looked at the twins again, her brown eyes were blazing.

" Do NOT tell me that I'm going to be pink for an hour!"

Fred and George shared a look- one full of amusement and not without a little bit of fear. Ginny was not someone to cross when she was angry. It could be downright scary.

" Don't get your knickers in a twist-"

" Didn't you want to look pretty in pink?"

She answered with a resounding slap.

" Forge was just joking, no need to get violent-"

" Yeah, that hurt! At least, Gred, we've done something right. She knows how to defend herself, although I'd rather have her practicing on you than me."

" That hurts deep down, Forge. At least I wouldn't wish her on you. I'd rather wish her upon Percy; he's even worse than ever before now that he's getting married tomorrow."

" What a marvelous idea, Gred! Why didn't I think of that before? Ok, Ginny, I wish you would practice on Percy instead of Gred and me. Happy Gred?"

" Very. Ok, what we were going to say is, Ginny, is not to worry about the pink water."

" Yeah, we learned from yesterday."

" It's not like we have a death wish-"

" This time, the pink will go away as soon as you take a shower.

Ginny sighed with relief. She really would've hurt the twins if the stain stayed as long as it had yesterday. It had been so humiliating!

Yesterday, after the twins had poured the blue water on her, she just got dressed, not knowing that she was blue. In fact, she didn't know she was blue until she went downstairs to where her whole family and a couple friends were, and they started laughing at her and making comments.

" Aww, are you feeling a little bit blue today, Gin?" Ron said nearly choking on his pumpkin juice trying to suppress his laughter.

" Ron, you silly boy! How can you say that? Of course she isn't feeling a little blue- she's feeling very blue!" Mrs. Weasley reprehended her youngest son while shaking with her own laughter. Everyone laughed harder, and they were a bit shocked about Mrs. Weasley's remark- it was quite uncommon for her to actually laugh at one of Fred and George's pranks.

Ginny, at that point still oblivious about her appearance, grew confused about what everyone was laughing about and went to the mirror thinking that her hair was sticking up or that she had a zit or something. When she looked in the mirror and found herself blue, she screamed and flung herself at twins. It hadn't been pretty.

Just thinking about that incident made Ginny blush in embarrassment.

" At least it won't last that long," Ginny mumbled to herself looking down at her now pink hands before looking up again to talk to the twins, but when she did, they were already gone.

" They probably didn't want to take the chance of me getting angry and attacking them again." She said to herself as she looked at her calendar. It was then she remembered what day it was: August 11- her birthday. Her sixteenth birthday at that!

She smiled to herself. She had been waiting for her sixteenth birthday since the time she knew the significance of it. It meant that her parents let her do more things, have a later curfew, and that she got an especially wonderful gift from her family. Last year, Ron had gotten a new broom for his sixteenth birthday thanks in part to Mr. Weasley's raise at the Ministry and the success of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Secretly, Ginny hoped that she, too, would get one.

Ginny walked over to her mirror and took the time to check her appearance in it. She had thought that she would feel different somehow: taller, more mature, or something! But, she didn't. She felt like the same old Ginny: same old brown eyes, same old red hair, and same old disappointing figure. In fact, the only thing different was that her skin was a bright pink color, and even that wasn't to stay long before it went back to its normal pale self, which would be sooner than later because at that moment, Ginny turned away from the mirror and walked to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Ginny stepped out of the bathroom squeaky clean, refreshed, and back to her normal color. She quickly put on her best outfit, which consisted of a pretty rich blue colored top and a black skirt, and then hurried downstairs. She was hoping to find a pile of presents, or at least one long one shaped like a broom, but instead she found that her brothers and dad were already gone and her mom was in the process of leaving.

" Mum, where are you off to?" Ginny asked as she stepped further into the room. Her eyes roamed the room in search of presents; she didn't find any.

" O, Ginny dear, you're up! We didn't think you were going to ever come down!" Mrs. Weasley said as she turned away from the fireplace to look at her. " Sorry, that we didn't wait, but you know that today we're supposed to go to Diagon Alley to make sure everything is in order for Percy's wedding tomorrow. Your dad and brothers have already gone; Ron just now flooed over. I'll be off now, too- it's getting late! Come when you're ready Gin!"

" But what about-" Ginny started to say, but Mrs. Weasley had already apparated. Ginny gave a sigh of defeat and walked over to the kitchen table where the leftovers of breakfast were already cold.

She sat down with a bowl of cold porridge. Frowning, she stirred it with her spoon. Then before putting the first spoonful in her mouth, she rolled her brown eyes and said sarcastically, "Thanks, mum, for remembering." Then added softly, "Well, Happy Birthday to me, I guess..."

O yes, it was a wonderful way to start her sixteenth birthday. The day was looking bright for Ginny. Not.

----- A/N: reviews are appreciated. chapter two soon to come.