-Wow...updating...what a novel idea. Soooooooooooo I'm a lazy ass and I don't deserve all the reviews I've gotten (but I don't mind them XD). I want to give a special thanks to Frosty Pug; your review was so nice!! I also want to thank all the people who have waited so long for an update...I apologize for leaving it on a cliff hanger. I was debating ending this story due to the fact that the series has been ended but you know what? I DON'T CARE! Just pretend the seventh book doesn't exist...THIS IS MY ALTERNATE ENDING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...myeh...

Now on with the story.

Ginny's Pov.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!! SHE DID NOT JUST WALK IN ON US LIKE THIS!! I'M GONNA DIE, OH DEAR LORD I'M GONNA DIE!! GOODBYE SWEET WORLD, I WISH I COULD SAY IT'S BEEN FUN BUT THESE LAST FEW DAYS HAVE ROYALLY SUCKED!

Wait...nothings happening...where's the ire? The rage? The all consuming pain and terror?

I risked a glance up at my mother. She was staring down at Harry and I with the oddest look on her face, almost like she was about to cry...oh god, I can NOT handle her crying.

"Um...hehe...hi Mom." Oh great, and now I sound guilty...just great. I tried getting free from underneath Harry but we had somehow managed to get so tangled up that it looked as though it would take us a while before we actually managed to break free. Harry meanwhile was being very helpful as he refused to even look at my mother. Again...great.

"Ginny dear, now, I know you're of age and therefore old enough to make your own decisions, but I hope you at least use protection, we don't want what happened to Ron and Hermione to happen to you." Hmm...no yelling...wait, WHAT?!

"No, wait, Mom you've got it wrong! Harry and I weren't doing anything like that, really. We fell, that's all."

"Now Ginny, you don't have to lie to me, I know what it's like to be young and caught up in the passion of new love..." oh god no..."why, when your father and I first got together we were quite...excited..." no, no, anything but this! "What I'm trying to say Ginny, is that you are a woman now, but remember, unless you want to end up with seven rowdy children all packed into one small house you will use protection!" And then, after thoroughly traumatizing both Harry and myself with images I did NOT need to have, my mother turned and walked back out of my room.

"...WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK WE'RE DOING THAT?! I MEAN COME ON! JUST BECAUSE WE HAPPEN TO GET OURSELVES INTO AWKWARD POSITIONS DOES NOT MEAN WE ARE CONSTANTLY TRYING TO DO THAT!"

"..."

"...um...Harry? Are you okay? ...Hellooo? Harry! Harry!! ...OH MY GOD, HARRY'S DEAD!! NOOOOOOOOOO! HE'S TOO YOUNG AND HOT TO DIE!!"

"...I'm not dead you know..."

"...I knew that." Yeah...I'm socially unequipped to deal with the human race...

"We should probably try and get out of this position, maybe if you lift your left leg and I push up with my right arm...wait, no that's making it worse..." Harry sighed and released his right arm which really wasn't the smartest idea considering I was underneath him.

"OW! Harry, I don't mean to be rude but you're crushing me!"

"Oh, sorry Gin!" he promptly pushed himself back up as I gasped in air which would, hopefully, fix my now crushed lungs.

"You know you're a little heavier then you look. Why is that, I mean, you're not fat or anything, so where do you get the extra weight?" ...wow, I think I just insulted the love of my life, I am on a roll here! ...please note the sarcasm...

"...Am I supposed to be able to answer that? Wait! Ginny move that leg again, yeah, okay no I'll move over like this and..." Fwish, THUD. We snapped apart and I'm quite sure I would have landed rather hard on my head if Harry hadn't been the gallant gentleman he is and pulled me on top of him to cushion my fall. Of course this meant he hit the floor and then got squashed by me, but all in all I was quite happy with my new position (he was suprisingly soft for having so much muscle!).

I groaned as the door banged open revealing a concerned Hermione followed shortly by Ron.

"...what are you two doing?" Hermione, it seems, had just made another mood/ personality/attitude change. She was now in her "skeptical and disapproving" mood.

"NOTHING!! FOR THE LAST TIME! HARRY AND I WERE DOING NOTHING!"

Why is it that I always seem to be the one who responds in situations like these, why doesn't Harry ever say anything? I mean, I can't be the only one who wants things straightened out, right? "You know what, no. You can think what ever you want, I'm done!"

I pulled myself up off of Harry's finely sculpted chest...that's surprisingly soft and...no! I have to focus! If I'm not focused I'll end up doing something stupid while trying to make my grand exi...

"OUCH!!" oh yeah...definitely just walked head first into the wall, and this is MY room...that's just pathetic! I turned to continue walking out of the room with whatever was left of my dignity when I bumped into something else. This time however it was a person: a thin, bleach-blond, make-up wearing person.

"Hey! Watch it!" the abnormally skinny person snapped. I took a step back to observe my new tormentor. She looked to be about my age, maybe a year younger, and was wearing a light pink tank top over a very short skirt.

"Oh! I completely forgot, Ginny, this is my cousin, Brigit." Hermione explained, somehow seeming to have completely forgotten the awkwardness of our original situation and changing moods yet again (I think her new mood could be called "hostess with the mostess"). "She'll be staying with us tonight for the wedding procession tomorrow. I can't believe I forgot to tell you!"

Hermione's apology was cut off by a squeal from the skinny thing now known as Brigit.

"OH MY GOSH! HARRY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" insert obnoxious giggling here

"I was...um...talking to Ginny." Harry looked highly uncomfortable, possibly because Brigit had stepped closer and was now leaning down as though she wanted Harry to see down her shirt...HA! Like there's anything there to see! In that area at least, I have her beat! MUAHAHAHA!

"Oh?" She straightened up and sent a withering stare at me. "The girl in the hideous rubber-ducky pajamas? I see. Well Harry, you should really come back downstairs, the dance lessons are still going on and I'm sure you'd like a partner who doesn't jerk you around and destroy all the food." OH NO SHE DID NOT! SHE DID NOT JUST INSULT ME AND MY RUBBER-DUCKY PAJAMAS! OH HELL NO!

Before I could kick her bony little behind out the door she had grabbed Harry and proceeded to drag him out of the room.

"...your cousin is really...interesting, Hermione." Ron said, glancing between Hermione's worried face and my own steaming one.

"Oh Ginny I'm SO sorry!! She doesn't mean any harm, really. It's just that Brigit has had a bit of a crush on Harry ever since she saw the picture I have of him. She's really quite charming once you get to know her." Hermione was looking at me with a pleading look and I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Oh no. NO! She is not staying in my room! Not after what she said!"

"But Ginny..."

"SHE INSULTED MY PAJAMAS!!"

"So did Fred and George." Ron put in. I turned an acid glare on him.

"Yes, and now George's skin in purple from the fruit punch and Fred is walking around with bean dip on his butt!"

"Ginny please! There's no where else for her to stay!" Hermione begged.

"She can stay out in the chicken coop, how about that?" I suggested. I thought it was a good fit; the chickens would gab as much as she does.

"Now Ginny really! She's my family! I know you're upset but please, please, just try to get along till the end of the wedding, just till then, okay?" I did feel bad, after all, Hermione was my friend and she didn't need this right before her wedding.

"Fine, but I'm not making any promises about not attacking her!"

I. Hate. That. Skinny. Little. Bitch!

Not only has she been flirting with Harry, ALL NIGHT, but she has managed to sneak in annoying little covert insults about me every couple of sentences. Oh, what I wouldn't give to bat bogey hex that girl, but I won't, because I promised Hermione I would behave myself. Of course now we were all standing together and my patience was just about through.

"I really just can't imagine what I'd do if I had such stringy, red hair, Ginny. Doesn't it clash with everything? How do you manage?" AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!! I'M GONNA KILL HER!!! THAT'S THE SEVENTH INSULT ABOUT MY HAIR TONIGHT!

"Oh it's not so bad, really. I just don't wear red." And I actually wear clothes that cover all of my body and not just the bear necessities. I excused myself from the others and turned to go upstairs. I needed some warm tea, my bed, and deep tissue cheek massage because the fake smile I'd been wearing all night felt as though it had done some serious damage.

"Hmm, I think some sleep would be good for you, the bags under your eyes are really quite large."

"DIE YOU SKINNY FREAK!!" Sorry Hermione, but a girl can only take so much.

A/N: How will the wedding go? Why is it that my story has no concrete time structure and a month has passed in three days? More importantly, what will Ginny due to the skinny freak? Tune in next chapter to find out the answers to these exciting questions! This chapter isn't particularly funny, but I had to introduce Brigit somehow. Oh well. Sorry for the wait. Please update, I know I'm unworthy at this point, but please update anyway.