Can We Say UGH?!
A Story by Reilly
Disclaimer: Obviously, I own none of this, because if I did, do you really think I would bother posting it HERE? No, I would get it published so I could actually make money……besides, this is a FANFICTION site, so the fact that I don't own this goes without saying. Duh!
"See ya later, Gin!" Ron Weasley called to his younger sister while running towards the Hogwarts Express. Ginny Weasley sighed. Ron was only avoiding Mum's last-minute lecture on behavior by saying that he was supposed to have met Harry and Hermione on the train five minutes ago. So, now she had to be the only one to get it, as the twins had just finished their final year.
"Now, Ginny, don't go mussing up your things, or getting into trouble. Thank goodness I can stop worrying that the twins will get expelled," Mrs. Weasley said good-naturedly. "I do hope Ron behaves himself. Oh, I wish I could have spoken to him, too! Well, I know you'll be good. You're my baby, you're always good!" She smiled fondly at her youngest, then frowned a bit. "Well, these days, you've been getting a bit rebellious….please, Ginny, behave yourself, all right? Save your tricks and trouble for home. I've spent enough worries on Fred and George to last me a lifetime."
"Don't worry, Mum. I'll be good," Ginny promised. "Just…don't expect me to be nice to Parkinson, all right?" she let out a wicked grin at this last request.
Mrs. Weasley actually returned the grin. "Well….as long as she doesn't get hurt. Oh, her mother drove me crazy at school! Just…make sure you don't get caught," she whispered this last piece of advice.
Ginny did her best to restrain a laugh. "Okay," she replied. A bell rung out. It was time to leave. "Bye, Mum, I love you! I'll write soon!"
"Bye, Darling, I'll miss you lots! Tell Ron to behave!" Mrs. Weasley called after her retreating figure. With a happy yet sad sigh, she apparated home.
Ginny, meanwhile, ran for the train. Luckily, her friends had saved a compartment. Opening the door, she said cheerily, "Hi Monica, hi Colin!"
"Hey Ginny," Colin Creevey looked up briefly from his History of Magic essay to greet her.
"Hi Reds, sup?" Monica Ballard asked with a sly smile.
Ginny groaned, and sat down next to her. "Please, don't call me that," she said. "It makes me feel…I dunno, weird. Like having ginger hair is the first, and only thing people notice about me. You are so lucky to have brown hair."
Monica snorted. "Are you kidding? Almost everyone has brown hair. It's so blah, and boring as hell! I look like a mouse. You look like-"
"A carrot," Ginny filled in, rolling her eyes. "A carrot top with no other color except for about a billion ugly freckles."
"What do you mean, a carrot? Oh my god, Gin, you have no idea how lucky you are! I would kill to have hair that color! It's not orange or anything. It's glossy, and thick, and like strands of silky copper! And who cares about your skin? Its not colorless, it's a delicate pale, and your freckles aren't that bad," Monica responded. She had always loved Ginny's hair.
"Uh-huh, sure, whatever. Hey, that reminds me," Ginny said, getting a familiar glimmer in her eyes. It was the glimmer that came up whenever she was about to do something that she just maybe shouldn't…
"Uh-oh. Who are we gonna kill, when, where, how, and why?" Colin asked without looking up from his summer work.
"Very funny, camera boy," Ginny replied sarcastically. "I see you were working hard during the summer."
"Don't call me that, or I'll call you Reds! And look who's talking, Little Miss I'll-Leave-It-In-Percy's-In-Tray-So-He'll-Think-It's-From-Work-And-Do-It-For-Me!" Colin retorted without missing a beat.
"Oh, come on! You gotta admit, that was a good idea. Even the twins didn't think about doing something like that!" Ginny protested.
"Oh, Gin, you shoulda had him do mine, too!" Monica laughed. "But, anyways, what were you talking about?"
The glimmer returned, bringing along its friend, the wicked grin. "Well….let's just say…I found a hair-dyeing spell and a freckle-bleaching spell!!!!" she shrieked this last bit excitedly. "Finally…free of the Weasley Ginger Hair!"
"Noooo! I like it!" Monica objected.
"Too bad, so sad, sucks for you, doesn't it? I'm gonna do it now. I want to surprise…people!" Ginny said, catching herself before she revealed exactly who "people" was.
It didn't really matter. "Ginny, exactly what makes you think Harry will love you because you're a blonde? Or a brunette? Or whatever color you're doing…" Colin muttered from his corner.
At this, she turned pink. Old crushes died hard, especially this one. Despite all her attempts, she still couldn't really stop liking Harry Potter. Of course, it was no longer a matter of life or death. Not that it ever had been….maybe. But no need for them to know that! "Oh, he's not the one," Ginny said airily. "As a matter of fact, it's someone else. And he would like me more because I would look a lot better with any other color hair."
"Would not!" voiced Monica.
"Will too!" answered Ginny.
"Will not, then!"
"Will too, you prat!"
"Will not, you even bigger prat!"
"Can you two keep it down? I actually need to do work! I still need three more inches on this thing!" Colin said almost hysterically.
"Oops…sorry, Colin," said Monica.
"Camera boy," Ginny sniggered.
"Reds," Colin shot back.
"Oh, shut up."
After a few minutes of chatting with Monica about their summers, Ginny remembered that she had wanted to perform the charms. However, this was much easier thought and said than done.
"Um….I think the word was freclagonius," Ginny mumbled, fiddling with her wand.
"Brilliant, you can't even remember what your spell was!" Colin snorted.
"Oh, stuff it. Wait, no, I'm sure that's what it was, there's just…something I'm missing…."
"Do you have a doll?" Monica asked. She had gone into Ginny's trunk and pulled out a worn looking book titled, Odd, Old, and Other Beauty Enchantments. It was open to a spell on the removal of freckles, and apparently, she was doing a more thorough job of reading it than Ginny had.
"Um…I don't think…wait, yes! I do," Ginny exclaimed, having remembered that she had packed one of her old ones just for the purpose. "I wonder why I need one, though."
"I dunno. Let's see," Monica shrugged.
Ginny held the doll in front of her, as instructed in the book. Then, pointing her wand straight at her nose, she said, "Freclagonius."
At first, it seemed like the spell was a dud. But then, just as she was about to drop her hand, her face started to glow. Slowly, every freckle on her moved to the tip of her nose, and formed a line that branched off her face onto the doll's. After several minutes, all of Ginny's freckles were placed perfectly on the doll. The three stood there in shocked amazement. Then, hurridly, Ginny pulled out a mirror to look at herself. She shrieked at her reflection, then laughed.
Brandy colored eyes stared, shocked, out of a delicate face framed by crimson hair. But, the face was no longer dotted with flecks of golden orange. Instead, it was perfect, pale, and freckle-less.
"Oh…my…god…Gin," Colin said breathlessly, staring at her. "You…don't look like you, at all. You look…weird."
"Excuse me? I do not look weird! In fact, now, I look normal!" Ginny said indignantly.
"Ginny, you look great, but…Colin's right. It's so…weird, 'cause it doesn't seem like you. I mean…well, for one thing, you look a lot older. And, you…I dunno. It's just different, I guess," Monica concluded rather lamely.
"Well, I like it. Oh my god, this is so cool!" Ginny squealed, suddenly thrilled. "Oh gosh, I can't wait to try out the hair spell!"
"Um, what color were you thinking of doing?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, did you have anything in mind? I mean, I think you'd look great with any color, but please, not blonde. We have enough of those in our world…like Katrina Parkinson," Monica added.
"Oh, please. Don't get my started on her," Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought. Katrina, like her older sister Pansy, was, more or less, a total airhead. Nothing went in…nothing came out. At least, nothing nice or intelligent.
"So still, what color is it gonna be?" Colin persisted.
" Well, I was thinking brown at first, but now that seems so plain," Ginny admitted.
"Hey!" Monica burst out.
"Oh, Mon, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, your hair is gorgeous! It's dark, and thick, and shiny. I could never make my hair that beautiful, and any other brown would look mousy," Ginny said, not having meant anything against her friend.
"I was just kidding, but thanks!" Monica smiled.
"You know, now that I think about it, I could do a really funky color, like green, or purple," Ginny considered.
"Lord help us," Colin muttered and buried his face in his History of Magic book.
"Hey! I'm a rebel. I set the trends," Ginny stated.
"And what trends are you going to set exactly?" Colin replied.
"Color changing shoes," Monica cut in. "She talked about it in her owls all summer long."
"Hey, it's a good idea, isn't it?" Ginny protested.
"Um, not really, but okay, whatever," Colin shrugged.
"Ugh. You two have no imagination! Well, back to business: What color should I do my hair?" Ginny declared.
A/N: Okay, so that was too short, and not entirely good, but it was amusing, wasn't it? So, what color do you think Ginny's hair should be? Tell me in a review!!! Cuz I don't really know what I'm gonna do yet…so you decide! Whatever color, whether it's black or purple, gets the most votes, will be it. Unless I come up with something else…….
Reilly
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