Thump. Thump. Thump.

Ginny scrunched her face a little before turning onto her side, snuggling back into her pillow.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The young girl breathed a heavy sigh as once again; she found herself trying to block out whatever that noise was.

Thump. Thump. Crash!

Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, looking around. She scrunched her eyes, seeing the light coming through a gap between her curtains that lit up her room. What was that annoying sound?

Rubbing her eyes, she got out of bed and looked at the time. It was half six in the morning. Unbelievable. Who in their right mind would even be up this early in the morning, no matter making such a loud, annoying thumping noise. Grumbling, she made her way out into the hall and hunted for the cause of her rude awakening.

Naturally, she searched for Fred and George first for obvious reasons but they weren't anywhere to be seen. She walked downstairs, the thumping getting louder until she reached the kitchen.

"Good morning Ginny, dear" she heard before seeing her Mother's bright smile. How she was related to such a morning person, she would never know.

"'Morning, Mum" she yawned, looking around her. "What's that noise?" she questioned.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked.

"No, it's fine" she offered a smile before making her way back up to her room. She didn't even want to know what it was now but since she was up, she might as well get dressed instead of walking around in her pjs. To her surprise, she wasn't the only one awake at this inhumane time. She heard Harry's voice coming from his bedroom. It sounded like he was talking to Hedwig. Curious, she stopped at his door and peaked inside. Her jaw practically hit the floor at what she saw.

Harry was standing in the middle of his room, talking to his cute owl- yes, she did find Hedwig an absolute cutie, even if she did despise the ground Harry Potter walked on- and he didn't have his shirt on. She felt like such a pervert at this moment in time but if anyone saw him shirtless, there was no way they could blame her for staring. There was no way she could think of him as the same, pail, scrawny boy now. In fact, he was quite the opposite which was what shocked her the most. She suddenly thought that Harry 'fish for brains' Potter was hot... her life was offically over. Her eyes widened automatically when he turned around, glued to his stomach and chest. That is, until she heard him clearing his throat and inwardly cringed at the sound.

"Can I help you?" he asked smugly. When she met his gaze, she saw that irritating smirk and frustrating laughter in his eyes that always made her feel like hexing him. Or even better, punch him in the nose.

"I was checking if you were still asleep" she said, thinking quick but she knew she was being betrayed by the blush that krept across her freckled cheeks.

"Uh-huh" he nodded sarcastically while he put a shirt on, the smug smirk still present.

"I was" she found herself defending her actions. He always annoyed her so easily and that just annoyed her more. Harry was just an annoying person. End of story.

"Sure" he said in a light, teasing voice.

"And what is that supose to mean?"

"What do you think it means?" he snorted.

She growled and slammed his door shut before storming to her own room. He was just so... so... Gah. She couldn't even find the right words to describe him. She just knew that she hated him.

(Yes, this is short but it's been so long since I last updated that I just wanted to get this up. I have been having majour writers block for quite a while now

Tes the 'Fred Aholic')