Greetings, and welcome to Madame Weasley's. We are here to lure you into Ginny's depths of madness and her method behind it. Within it. Whatever you like. As you've already read summary, we have nothing else to say. So go. Read the story, unless, of course, you are a fantastic nitwit.
Ginny

August 10, 1999

Have had idea. Correction. Have had great idea. Further Correction. Have had brilliant idea. Am brilliant. Even more brilliant than Tonks. And she can turn her hair green at will.

Moving on. My brilliant idea is this: for various reasons (which shall remain unexplained….) I have roped a number of people (the usual suspects—Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Seamus he actually just got in there because he wants to screw me desperately, Hermione, Tonks, Parvati, Padma, Fleur, Pansy, and Lavender) into a magically binding contract to obey my every whim. And what a whim I have!

My whim, my whim! It involves lust! And passion! And leopard printed panty hose! And money…..You see, dear diary, I have decided to start………

A WHOREHOUSE!

Am brilliant. Am sooooooooooooooooo brilliant.

August 11, 1999

Have just informed usual suspects of fabulous whim and their positions within it. Usual suspects did not seem pleased. Do not much care so long as they show up for work tomorrow. Night. Heh. Am so cool. Must pick out devious outfit in which to cackle deviously. Ha.

Ten minutes later.

Am so devious. Sooooooooo devious. Love me. Am also quite fetching in devious outfit, which, by the way, involves horns. And a scepter.

Three seconds later.

Damn. Have just ripped devious outfit with devious scepter. Perhaps the most devious outfit is that which consists of nothing at all. Heh. Am so devious. Love me.

August 12, 1999—Evening

Night of the whorehouse (my baby), which I have decided to call—pretend that the impertinent tatting of Fred and George's fireworks is a drumroll—

THE PLACE WHERE EVEN TOAST IS SEXY!

Haha! Am brilliant! Am devious! Am---

Three seconds later.

Hrmph. Tonks has just informed me that that is a stupid name. Must heed her, as she is assistant manager, and has very cool hair. Hmm…..must come up with something better….

Two and a half minutes later.

AHA! Have come up with brilliant new name. Even better than "The Place Where Even Toast Is Sexy." The new name is simple, yet chic. Short and to the point. Blunt, but classy. It is---

ILL REPUTE!

Voila. The House of Ill Repute. Must run and send off invitations for grand opening. Then must start crash course orientation for usual suspects.

Love me.

So ends the first chapter. Go get a life. Or an invitation. But first! Review…..