Disclaimer. None of this is mine just the plot so no one can come after me!!!!

Ginny sat wondering if Harry even notices her. How can he not know how I'm feeling I practically worship the ground he walks on? I blush every time he looks at me. I wish I had a sister I could talk to. Mum wouldn't be any help. Even he did notice he wouldn't care he likes Cho Chang. And why shouldn't he she's beautiful. Ginny looked in the mirror. Her hair was ragged and full of knots, her face was pale, her brown eyes blood shot, and last but not least she was a string been. Just that moment she got a sudden feeling of nausea. She ran to the bathroom and dodged past her father, as he was about to go in and take a shower. After the door shut sounds of gagging emitted. "Ginny Ginny are you OK?" He said. She came out a few minutes later and turned to her father "I'm fine" she said. She went down stairs. She sat down in her place at the table. "Hullo Ginny wonderful morning isn't it" Bill said smiling at his little sister. " Umhmm" Ginny said. "Ginny are you sure your OK maybe you should take your temperature" Mr. Weasley said coming into the kitchen. All heads turned around to face the only girl (other than Mrs. Weasley) in the family. Her head rose slowly. "Ginny what is going on" Mum said giving Ginny a penetrating stare. "I'm FINE for heavens sake I'm FINE" Ginny said tossing her hands up in the air. As if on cue she got the familiar lurch in her stomach. She raced from the room her hand over her mouth. When she came from the bathroom her family was gathered outside. "OK maybe I'm feeling a little under the whether but that's ALL". "Ginny come on I'm going to take your temperature" Mrs. Weasley. Ginny followed reluctantly. Once in her parents bedroom she looked about. There were tons of baby pictures on the wall. Her eyes fell upon her part of the wall. One picture was on her 1'st birthday. One was her being held by Bill, Charlie, Fred and Gorge (with help), her father, and last but not least mum. Then her mother came back with the thermometer. "Under the tongue and don't take it out before I tell you to" Mrs. Weasley said. She came back five minutes later. "AHAA 102 into bed with you". Ginny groaned "Mum why can't I just walk it off I feel fine". "Don't argue now go" Mrs. Weasley said pushing Ginny out of the room. When she got out of the room she glared at everyone. An hour later she had read a book and done all the other things she could think of to do. She then just decided to lie down and think. Then there was a knock on the door. She dashed to her bed then called "come in". She must have that "cat ate the canary" kind of look because her mother looked at her oddly. "Ginny I've brought you some medicine if you fever hasn't gone down in an hour or so I'm calling the doctor". " Not Dr. Smith "Ginny groaned. "Of course its Dr. Smith he's been your doctor since you were born" Mrs. Weasley said looking at Ginny. An hour later Ginny was worse. "Well 104 I'm calling Dr. Smith" Mrs. Weasley said looking at the thermometer.

About a half an hour the stout Dr. Smith came in. "Well hello Ginny how are you feeling?" "I'm fine," said Ginny as she struggled to sit up. "Well let's have a looksy huh" Dr. Smith coming toward her with his stethoscope. He came over and started to take off her nightgown. "Hey what are you doing?" said Ginny snatching her nightgown back and holding it over her bosom. "Ginny I have to examine you" Dr. Smith calmly. "Examine me my ass" she retorted. "Is there a problem?" Mr. Wealey said sticking his head in the room. "Actually" Ginny said, "there is, this doctor is a perverted freak". "WHAT" said Mr. Weasley. "Mr. Weasley come with," said Dr. Smith steering out the door into the hall. "Ginny is refusing to let me taking her night gown off so I could take her heart beat and such" he said blushing. "Well have you ever had that problem before I mean has she ever been like this". "Well um no but she's growing up and getting things she hasn't had before it's natural, but I might need you help" Dr. Smith said blushing even more. They both walked back into the room. Dr. Smith whispered something into Mr. Wealey's ear. They both pounced Mr. Weasley grabbed her armes and in one quick graceful motion Dr. Smith took her nightgown off. To the rest of the house it sounded like an alarm had just gone off. Ginny's high pitched scream sounded so shrill that it would have scared the living dalights out of a robber. It was unending. Meanwhile Mr. Weasley was wondering "When did she get THOSE"! "Well she's just got a common flu bed rest and this tonic should do the trick. Uh well so long Ginny, um uh have a nice day." Dr. Smith said his glasses hanging off his nose and scratches all over his face. "So doctor how is she?" Mrs. Weasley asked when he came out of Ginny's room. "I think she'll be just fine" he said his face holding a look of fear. A few hours later Mrs. Weasley came in the room. Ginny's head was lieing to one side. Her red curles frameing her face. She lookes so peaceful when she was sleeping. When she came closer she noticed that puddles of sweat culng to her nightgown and face. Ron chose that moment to scream up the steps that they were going to go get Harry. "Oh goodness" Mrs. Weasley sighed as she started down stairs. Ginny slept for hours. Then she slipped farther and farther into the fever. By the time Harry got there and Ron climbed the stairs he heard screams from her room. "Help help mum dad it's hot" she said in a tired distant voice. Ron stepped into the room. "Gin Gin GIN GINNY" he said walking over and touching her face. She was sweating more than ever now. He ran down stairs calling Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.