Prologue: Virginia Weasley is a Ho
Dear Diary,
Let's face it. I'm a loser. A huge, honking loser with a figure that looks more like a pencil than a girl. A loser whose boobs are actually shrinking, according to Draco Malfoy. I mean, I'm the tallest girl in the whole school, taller than a lot of boys. Mum says that this is why boys don't ask me out—I'm too tall. I know the real reason. It's that if my hair weren't long, I'd be mistaken for Ron. Seriously. We're both tall and skinny and redheaded, with the exception that my nose isn't as long as his and oh yeah, I'm a girl. But this isn't the whole reason. It's that I'm not a ho. Mandy Brocklehurst, who is pretty ugly, always has a boy on her arm because, well, she's a ho. And the whole school knows it. And I'm not talking about the farm-hand type of ho—I mean the rap-video kind. That's why I asked Neville to do me a little favor…
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"Are you serious?" said Seamus raising his eyebrows at the pudgily lovable Neville, "Ginny Weasley, the princess of wholesomeness, is a--a--"
"Scarlet woman?" Neville squeaked suggestively.
"Ho, actually, is more like it."
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The idea for this story came from a reviewer, MmmMmmGood, who suggested that I write a sister story to "The Romantic Exploits of Dennis Creevey the Playah," this time starring Ginny. If you haven't read that story yet and you are enjoying this one, I suggest reading it. It's all about how Dennis tries to be cool. (Insert more senseless fic-plugging here)