A/N: Hey! Yeah, I know, long time no see! So sorry, but my computer died. Completely, totally, utterly died. The guy who tried to fix it called it a boat anchor. I'm soooo mad! So I now need to use the library computers for uploading and writing stories. Grrr. You won't be seeing as much of me as I would like, but I'll try to keep up! Here's a little cute drabble just for you!
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY NEW FRIEND, HGromanticsap. She's a great writer, very funny, and my suspected identical twin!
ENJOY, R&R!
Ginny Weasley was not a morning person, no matter what, but there were several ways she really did not appreciate being woken up.
Being slammed over the head repeatedly with a pillow to a bellowed, very off-key chorus of "His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad" was one of them.
Right up there with the Cruciatus Curse.
She groaned out something incoherent about her brothers being pigs and the sun being far too bright, but the charming Fred and George Weasley simply sang louder and bashed harder.
"ALL RIGHT!" she screamed finally, her tousled head emerging from beneath the covers in time to receive a particularly enthusiastic blow to the face.
"Morning, sunshine!" Fred quipped over the increased volume of his twins' singing.
"Get out of my room," Ginny snapped.
Fred tsked at her, wagging a finger in her face infuriatingly. Ginny went slightly cross-eyed attempting to follow it's path.
"Now, we can't have that attitude, can we, Gin-kins? Not to worry, we'll have you up and about, happy as a Puffskien in no time! Georgie?"
George stopped his atrocious singing just to shoot his twin a glare at the sound of his nickname.
"...He's reaaaaaally diviiiine -"
"Yes, yes...While George does that, YOU will be subjected to -"
"Fred?"
"Yes, Gin?"
"You really think this is gonna cheer me up?"
"No, we just need a test subject."
"Thanks, brother of mine, I really appreciate this - what with the war, us being stuck at Muriel's, Harry Ron and Hermione gone...Really."
Fred smiled at her sweetly.
"Yeah, well, no need to tha -"
But at that moment, Fred Weasley was cut short by a clever bit of Underage Magic from his darling little sister, Ginevra.
For once, the Bat Bogey Hex was not the first thing that came to mind, rather an obscure nonverbal charm known as Levicorpus.
As Fred and George dangled from their ankles in mid-air in front of her, Ginny leaped from her bed, lithe as a panther, and crossed the room, combing her fingers through her hair as she went.
"Oh, and boys?"
"Yes, Gin?" George squeaked, looking both thrilled and terrified at the prospect of the new, unknown spell.
"If you tell Mum I used magic, I'll inform her exactly where you each lost your virginity, how old you were at the time, and how old the girls were."
"Anything it takes to cheer you up, Ginny!" Fred said immediately, and with that, they fell in a heap on Ginny's unmade bed.
A/N:Just a sill little drabble that came to mind on a grumpy morning. I love the relationship between Ginny and her brothers, so...Yep!
~PhoenixFlameGinny67