Disclaimer: This entire magical world belongs solely to J.K Rowling. I own nothing.
Dear FanFiction Writers,
The wedding of the century was mine and Harry's. NOT William and Kate's.
Anyone who claims otherwise is bitter because they weren't invited. But that farce of a royal wedding had nothing, NOTHING, on mine.
I heard the papers called it "magical," but how can a wedding void of any real magic, be magical?
HA.
*grins*
Besides, the muggle Prince isn't exactly that good-looking. When I first saw a picture of him, the word beaver seemed to speak volumes ... just saying.
On a slightly disturbing note, no, I am not in love with, or having an affair with the Ferrets son. I am not an adulturer thanks very much.
P.S. Ron has asked me for the gazillionth time ask you lot to stop with the Dramione. LOL. I find them quite funny actually. Especially the ones where Malfoy continually proclaims his undying love for Hermione. You guys do not know Hermione if you think her response would be to "swoon in delight" and gush about how much she adores him.
*snorts*
You people make me laugh. (When writing about other people that is. Write anymore crap about me and you'll be the one on the receiving end of my legendary Bat Bogey Hex.)
*smiles sweetly*
Sincerely, Ginny Potter.
P.S. Neville, Luna and I were the 'Silver Trio,' not any Slytherin filth.
