This is Ginny's POV ok? This story is all FLUFF! I might not get to a point later on, but I'll give it a try. R/R! And please, review!
A/N: Ginny is in her 6th year, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in their 7th year…duh. And anything in the * * is my A/N. I'm also not from Britain/England or whatever the place is that HP takes place…can you tell I failed geography?
~Ali
Chapter 1- Birthday Cake and Truth or Dare
My birthday was finally here! And not to mention, Harry Potter, my brother's all-around good-guy best friend. Hermione Granger was also here, although she, being the girl of the group, was my best friend as well as Ron's girlfriend and Harry's other best friend.
"Mum! They'll be here any minute now, come on!" I was hurriedly putting on my make-up. I was wearing a light blue dress, with my hair in a braided plait on the back of my neck. Even though I had tried to use Muggle hair-straightener, (which didn't work well anyway), my flyaway red hair was kind of messy. It's a good thing, I thought to myself.
"Gin! Come down! Your friends are here!" I ran downstairs to see my best friends from Hogwarts, Tamara, Diana, Lizzy, and Miranda. Hermione was there (don't forget, she is my friend, after all) with Ron and Harry. They were all dressed up.
In Muggle tradition, as I understand from Herm, is that you don't dress up when your birthday comes around. Nor for Christmas or New Years either. But, as this isn't the Muggle world, every one dresses up to celebrate.
Miranda was wearing a purple dress, no sleeves, and down to the knees, with tall shoes. Lizzy had on an indigo dress, and unlike Miranda, had long sleeves and a dress down to her ankles, with sandals to match. Tamara had on a dark red spaghetti-strap tank top with a matching skirt, and tall red shoes. Not very dressy, but hey, she was a Muggle-born! Now, I'd have to admit Diana was a bit eccentric. She had a green knitted sweater and leather boots that went all the way up to her knees. She also had about twelve hair scrunches in her hair, and a pink skirt.
Whatever they were wearing, it didn't matter at the moment. The minute I saw them I ran and hugged them all. We jumped up and down hugging. We hadn't seen each other in weeks. (Ok, I know it's not a long time, but friends are friends. How would you react if your best friend came to visit for your birthday and you haven't seen her in weeks? My point exactly.)
I hugged Ron. He had been away at some Muggle camp, although he never did tell us why he went. I have my suspicions, however. He had been away for about a month and a half, and he was one of my favorite brothers. I know it's pathetic, but you have a cousin or sibling that bugs you and another that you like? Same here, and it goes for sisters all over the world…I think.
I hugged Hermione next. She was like my sister. "Hi Herm! It's great seeing you so soon!"
"Nice to see you to, Gin!" She said laughing.
Oh, no. Harry. Now, I know you might still be thinking, that dumb Ginny girl likes Harry, so be prepared for blushing and giggles! But you're wrong. I had gotten over Harry.
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*Or so she thinks…laughs evily and smirks. (Just then her dumb younger sister walks in and yells for no reason). *
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I gave Harry a hug. Yes, he had gotten almost as tall as Ron had. He was somewhere between 6 ft. 1 and 6 ft. 3. I, amazingly, had gotten to 5 ft. 11. Almost there, Ginny! My mirror told me every morning. Coming from a tall and gangly family, what else could you expect?
For some strange reason, Harry blushed when I came to hug him, but I ignored it, hugged him quickly, and said it was nice to see him again.
Mum came into the kitchen smiling, and said that dinner was ready. Eventually, we figured out where to sit. I was sitting next to Harry, who, for some strange reason, accidentally put his elbow into the butter dish. On my right was Hermione, who, at the moment, was talking to Ron-sitting next to her-and giggling.
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Near the end of the night, I finally got the chance to open my presents and eat the cake! My all-time favorite part of any birthday.
My first present was from Hermione, who had gotten me, well, some weird looking bottle. The label said: Perfume de la Roses, a cheep but to-the-point title. I saw her wink at me, and I knew what it was for.
The next was from Ron, who gave me Quidditch robes.
"Oh, wow, thanks Ron!" I said. I really needed them if I was going to play Quidditch in my next year at Hogwarts.
The third was from Harry. It was a fat present, and I wondered to myself, what could it be?
"Oh my gosh! Harry! Oh, I don't know what to say!"
He had given me a Nimbus 2002 broomstick. How much it cost, I couldn't say. People said it was just as good as a Firebolt, and Lord knows how many times I wished for a broom of my own. I loved Quidditch as much as any of my brothers, and I played on the Gryffindor house team. I was Chaser.
In the meantime…
I mouthed wordlessly. "I thought you might need one for next year. I don't think that you could stand playing another year with that old Shooting Star the school keeps!" He laughed, and to my amazement, so did I.
After that, I got Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans from George and Charlie (who were in Romania again), a bag of Dungbombs from Fred and Bill (who were with George and Charlie), make-up from Diana, hair clips from Tamara, a diary from Lizzy, and an invisible writing kit from Miranda.
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"Alright, girls," mum said after my last presents had been unwrapped. "Time to get changed for bed. Hermione, you'll be sleeping with the girls, correct?"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." She had a hard time saying that because Ron was tickling her.
So, when mum had told Ron off, all of us girls ran into my room to change. After that, we ran into the living room to get our sleeping bags that mum had conjured up. Ron and Harry had gone up to Ron's room, and mum and dad had gone to bed.
"Time for Truth or Dare," said Hermione with an evil smile. She had grown more like Fred and George (though with out the Dungbombs) since she had been dating Ron-2 years.
"Okay, I get to start, because I thought of it. Tamara. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," Tamara said without any hesitation. Hermione thought about it.
"Okay," she said again when she had come up with something. "I dare you to dance around the house with a pair of Ron's old pants tied on your head like a turban."
"That's it?" Tamara asked, disappointed.
"No. You have to stuff your shirt with Kleenex and sing the American National Anthem." Tamara smiled, and we all knew this would be easy because her dad was American. This was her moment of glory. She ran to get the Kleenex and came back, her shirt bulging.
Then, she ran up to Ron's room, (with me showing her the way), and asked for a pair of Ron's old pants. He looked confused.
"Truth or Dare." I said. He nodded and got the pants. I helped Tamara wrap them around her head, and we raced back downstairs.
When we got back into the room, the girls saw Tamara, and burst out laughing.
"Time for the dancin' Tam!" Lizzy yelled.
"Bring on the singin'!" I yelled.
And, with those words of encouragement, she started to sing the anthem.
O-oh say can you see
By the dawns early light
Once so proudly we hailed
In the twilight's last gleaming
In the rockets red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave truth to the night
That the flag was still there
Oh say does tha-at star spangled
Banner yet wa-ave
For the la-and of the free
And the home
Of the
Brave
Wow. That was the only word I can use to describe that performance. Ron and Harry came down to see what all of the commotion was. Ron gawked at Tam until Hermi came over and punched him on the shoulder. She gave him a look of fake jealousy. He looked like a sad puppy.
"Aww, Hermi," he said. Then he kissed her.
"Ro-on!" We all yelled. They stopped kissing. I gave a look at Hermione that said not now, Truth or Dare! She gave Ron a hug and whispered in his ear.
"Right-o Sergeant!" and he saluted her. "See yah," Harry said following Ron up the stairs. "See yah," I yelled back. "So what did you tell Ron?" I asked. Hermione looked evily at me. "Ooh, nothing," she said smiling wider. I shuddered. I really didn't want to know.
"Okay," Tamara started. "Lizzy. Truth or Dare?" Lizzy thought.
"Dare." She said slowly. "But it can't be anything bad." She was the 'Good Angel Child'. Yeah…right.
*I'm running out of dares people! Except for the main one, but you'll find that out later…grins evily again…*
"Alright, I dare you to…" She had to think about this one like Hermione. "Make a pizza out of everything in the refrigerator that is leftovers tonight's dinner, and eat at least one slice of it."
"Eww! That's gross! But…I guess I have no choice." We marched into the kitchen. Miranda, Lizzy, and I pulled trays of leftovers from the fridge. Hermione then made a pizza crust and sauce.
"Well, here goes nothing!" Lizzy said. She poured spaghetti sauce, leftover fish, artichokes, tartar sauce, mashed potatoes, tomatoes, and rice onto the pizza.
"Time for the taste test!" Tam cheered on. Lizzy took a slice, and put a small bite into her mouth, and took a bite of it. She chewed a judging look on her face. "Not bad," she said after a minute. "Try some." So we did. We took the pizza eagerly.
"Sick!"
"Oh that's so gross!"
"God help me! I think I'm dying!"
"What?" Lizzy said. "It tastes fine to me!" she took another slice. We walked away muttering and shaking our heads. "What?! What's so bad?" she called after us.
"Okay," Lizzy said when she came back. She was still eating the pizza. "Ginny. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." I said. They moaned.
"Oh come on Gin, don't be a baby." Tam was saying.
"Fine! I'll do it. What must I do now?" I sat, awaiting my punishment.
"I dare you, to go upstairs, and kiss Harry Potter."
"What?!" Oh, my. This was a bad mess indeed, oh yes.
"It was a dare. You have to do it." I winced.
"Fine." Cheers. This is going to be my last 30 seconds of dignity.
We walked upstairs to Ron's room. I saw the familiar sign that said 'Ronald's Room'. My moment of doom had come.
Okay guys, I am anxious to write the next part, so here I go! Please check out Chapter 2!
~Ali
A/N: Ginny is in her 6th year, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in their 7th year…duh. And anything in the * * is my A/N. I'm also not from Britain/England or whatever the place is that HP takes place…can you tell I failed geography?
~Ali
Chapter 1- Birthday Cake and Truth or Dare
My birthday was finally here! And not to mention, Harry Potter, my brother's all-around good-guy best friend. Hermione Granger was also here, although she, being the girl of the group, was my best friend as well as Ron's girlfriend and Harry's other best friend.
"Mum! They'll be here any minute now, come on!" I was hurriedly putting on my make-up. I was wearing a light blue dress, with my hair in a braided plait on the back of my neck. Even though I had tried to use Muggle hair-straightener, (which didn't work well anyway), my flyaway red hair was kind of messy. It's a good thing, I thought to myself.
"Gin! Come down! Your friends are here!" I ran downstairs to see my best friends from Hogwarts, Tamara, Diana, Lizzy, and Miranda. Hermione was there (don't forget, she is my friend, after all) with Ron and Harry. They were all dressed up.
In Muggle tradition, as I understand from Herm, is that you don't dress up when your birthday comes around. Nor for Christmas or New Years either. But, as this isn't the Muggle world, every one dresses up to celebrate.
Miranda was wearing a purple dress, no sleeves, and down to the knees, with tall shoes. Lizzy had on an indigo dress, and unlike Miranda, had long sleeves and a dress down to her ankles, with sandals to match. Tamara had on a dark red spaghetti-strap tank top with a matching skirt, and tall red shoes. Not very dressy, but hey, she was a Muggle-born! Now, I'd have to admit Diana was a bit eccentric. She had a green knitted sweater and leather boots that went all the way up to her knees. She also had about twelve hair scrunches in her hair, and a pink skirt.
Whatever they were wearing, it didn't matter at the moment. The minute I saw them I ran and hugged them all. We jumped up and down hugging. We hadn't seen each other in weeks. (Ok, I know it's not a long time, but friends are friends. How would you react if your best friend came to visit for your birthday and you haven't seen her in weeks? My point exactly.)
I hugged Ron. He had been away at some Muggle camp, although he never did tell us why he went. I have my suspicions, however. He had been away for about a month and a half, and he was one of my favorite brothers. I know it's pathetic, but you have a cousin or sibling that bugs you and another that you like? Same here, and it goes for sisters all over the world…I think.
I hugged Hermione next. She was like my sister. "Hi Herm! It's great seeing you so soon!"
"Nice to see you to, Gin!" She said laughing.
Oh, no. Harry. Now, I know you might still be thinking, that dumb Ginny girl likes Harry, so be prepared for blushing and giggles! But you're wrong. I had gotten over Harry.
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*Or so she thinks…laughs evily and smirks. (Just then her dumb younger sister walks in and yells for no reason). *
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I gave Harry a hug. Yes, he had gotten almost as tall as Ron had. He was somewhere between 6 ft. 1 and 6 ft. 3. I, amazingly, had gotten to 5 ft. 11. Almost there, Ginny! My mirror told me every morning. Coming from a tall and gangly family, what else could you expect?
For some strange reason, Harry blushed when I came to hug him, but I ignored it, hugged him quickly, and said it was nice to see him again.
Mum came into the kitchen smiling, and said that dinner was ready. Eventually, we figured out where to sit. I was sitting next to Harry, who, for some strange reason, accidentally put his elbow into the butter dish. On my right was Hermione, who, at the moment, was talking to Ron-sitting next to her-and giggling.
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Near the end of the night, I finally got the chance to open my presents and eat the cake! My all-time favorite part of any birthday.
My first present was from Hermione, who had gotten me, well, some weird looking bottle. The label said: Perfume de la Roses, a cheep but to-the-point title. I saw her wink at me, and I knew what it was for.
The next was from Ron, who gave me Quidditch robes.
"Oh, wow, thanks Ron!" I said. I really needed them if I was going to play Quidditch in my next year at Hogwarts.
The third was from Harry. It was a fat present, and I wondered to myself, what could it be?
"Oh my gosh! Harry! Oh, I don't know what to say!"
He had given me a Nimbus 2002 broomstick. How much it cost, I couldn't say. People said it was just as good as a Firebolt, and Lord knows how many times I wished for a broom of my own. I loved Quidditch as much as any of my brothers, and I played on the Gryffindor house team. I was Chaser.
In the meantime…
I mouthed wordlessly. "I thought you might need one for next year. I don't think that you could stand playing another year with that old Shooting Star the school keeps!" He laughed, and to my amazement, so did I.
After that, I got Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans from George and Charlie (who were in Romania again), a bag of Dungbombs from Fred and Bill (who were with George and Charlie), make-up from Diana, hair clips from Tamara, a diary from Lizzy, and an invisible writing kit from Miranda.
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"Alright, girls," mum said after my last presents had been unwrapped. "Time to get changed for bed. Hermione, you'll be sleeping with the girls, correct?"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." She had a hard time saying that because Ron was tickling her.
So, when mum had told Ron off, all of us girls ran into my room to change. After that, we ran into the living room to get our sleeping bags that mum had conjured up. Ron and Harry had gone up to Ron's room, and mum and dad had gone to bed.
"Time for Truth or Dare," said Hermione with an evil smile. She had grown more like Fred and George (though with out the Dungbombs) since she had been dating Ron-2 years.
"Okay, I get to start, because I thought of it. Tamara. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," Tamara said without any hesitation. Hermione thought about it.
"Okay," she said again when she had come up with something. "I dare you to dance around the house with a pair of Ron's old pants tied on your head like a turban."
"That's it?" Tamara asked, disappointed.
"No. You have to stuff your shirt with Kleenex and sing the American National Anthem." Tamara smiled, and we all knew this would be easy because her dad was American. This was her moment of glory. She ran to get the Kleenex and came back, her shirt bulging.
Then, she ran up to Ron's room, (with me showing her the way), and asked for a pair of Ron's old pants. He looked confused.
"Truth or Dare." I said. He nodded and got the pants. I helped Tamara wrap them around her head, and we raced back downstairs.
When we got back into the room, the girls saw Tamara, and burst out laughing.
"Time for the dancin' Tam!" Lizzy yelled.
"Bring on the singin'!" I yelled.
And, with those words of encouragement, she started to sing the anthem.
O-oh say can you see
By the dawns early light
Once so proudly we hailed
In the twilight's last gleaming
In the rockets red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave truth to the night
That the flag was still there
Oh say does tha-at star spangled
Banner yet wa-ave
For the la-and of the free
And the home
Of the
Brave
Wow. That was the only word I can use to describe that performance. Ron and Harry came down to see what all of the commotion was. Ron gawked at Tam until Hermi came over and punched him on the shoulder. She gave him a look of fake jealousy. He looked like a sad puppy.
"Aww, Hermi," he said. Then he kissed her.
"Ro-on!" We all yelled. They stopped kissing. I gave a look at Hermione that said not now, Truth or Dare! She gave Ron a hug and whispered in his ear.
"Right-o Sergeant!" and he saluted her. "See yah," Harry said following Ron up the stairs. "See yah," I yelled back. "So what did you tell Ron?" I asked. Hermione looked evily at me. "Ooh, nothing," she said smiling wider. I shuddered. I really didn't want to know.
"Okay," Tamara started. "Lizzy. Truth or Dare?" Lizzy thought.
"Dare." She said slowly. "But it can't be anything bad." She was the 'Good Angel Child'. Yeah…right.
*I'm running out of dares people! Except for the main one, but you'll find that out later…grins evily again…*
"Alright, I dare you to…" She had to think about this one like Hermione. "Make a pizza out of everything in the refrigerator that is leftovers tonight's dinner, and eat at least one slice of it."
"Eww! That's gross! But…I guess I have no choice." We marched into the kitchen. Miranda, Lizzy, and I pulled trays of leftovers from the fridge. Hermione then made a pizza crust and sauce.
"Well, here goes nothing!" Lizzy said. She poured spaghetti sauce, leftover fish, artichokes, tartar sauce, mashed potatoes, tomatoes, and rice onto the pizza.
"Time for the taste test!" Tam cheered on. Lizzy took a slice, and put a small bite into her mouth, and took a bite of it. She chewed a judging look on her face. "Not bad," she said after a minute. "Try some." So we did. We took the pizza eagerly.
"Sick!"
"Oh that's so gross!"
"God help me! I think I'm dying!"
"What?" Lizzy said. "It tastes fine to me!" she took another slice. We walked away muttering and shaking our heads. "What?! What's so bad?" she called after us.
"Okay," Lizzy said when she came back. She was still eating the pizza. "Ginny. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." I said. They moaned.
"Oh come on Gin, don't be a baby." Tam was saying.
"Fine! I'll do it. What must I do now?" I sat, awaiting my punishment.
"I dare you, to go upstairs, and kiss Harry Potter."
"What?!" Oh, my. This was a bad mess indeed, oh yes.
"It was a dare. You have to do it." I winced.
"Fine." Cheers. This is going to be my last 30 seconds of dignity.
We walked upstairs to Ron's room. I saw the familiar sign that said 'Ronald's Room'. My moment of doom had come.
Okay guys, I am anxious to write the next part, so here I go! Please check out Chapter 2!
~Ali