What to Live For
By: *~go girl~*
It was a warm summer afternoon when all of a sudden, an owl flew into Ginny Weasley's room and dropped a letter on her head. 'Nice aim," she muttered as the owl swooped out of the open window. She put down the book she was reading, and plucked the white envelope of her head. " But I never get mail," she thought aloud as she curiously took out the letter inside. It said," Dear Ginny, This is Harry. I need your help. Ron's birthday is soon and I have no idea what to get him. Please mail me back as soon as you get an idea, Thank Loads, Harry." Ginny sighed, the first letter she got from her crush and it wasn't even about her. "Oh well," she sighed again, there's always this year. She was excited because this year was her 7th year, her last year. In her 5th year she got test scores to rival Hermione's, so she skipped a year and got into Harry's class. Ginny took out her favorite eagle quill and her sparkly blue ink. On a piece of parchment, she wrote, "Dear Harry, I know Ron would love the Chudley Cannons Quidditch robes in the window of Diagon Alley. That's what I would get him if I were you; he's been ranting longingly about them since they came out, almost 2 months ago! Love, Ginny. P.S: We're going school shopping on the 20th, can you make it? Let us know, to see if we could all go together." She couldn't help righting the word "love" in her letter twice. She's been giving Harry little hints like this about her feelings for a while now. "I guess I'll always be his best friends little sister," she said irritably. She tied her message to the leg of her owl Rosey. "Will you take this to Harry please," she asked as she stroked her caramel colored feathers. Rosey bit her finger gently in agreement. With one beat of her powerful wings, she was gone. Ginny wakes to the sound of her wizard-alarm. Still sleepy, she goes to wash her face, an attempt to wake up completely. She splashes cold water on her face, rubs, and gropes for the towel. "A bit to the right dearie," said the mirror in a warm, musty voice. "Thanks," Ginny said as she dried her face. She goes back to he room. "Mom will be here in about 10 minutes," Ginny said to herself, "telling me to hurry and that I'm going to be late." Today Ginny and Ron were going to Diagon Alley for school supplies with Harry. She put on her favorite glittery jeans, a peasant blouse, brushed her long auburn hair, and ran down stairs as Molly started yelling. "What took you so long," Molly asked Ron as he appeared. "Huh," he asked groggily and slumped into a chair, and began to snore, the scrambled eggs cushioning his forehead. "Ron," Molly yelled, Ron woke with a jump, egg dangling from his eyebrows. Ginny giggled as she finished her breakfast. "Come on Ron, Harry is probably waiting." "You wouldn't want that would you," Ron asked with a mischievous grin. Ginny blushed furiously while Ron chuckled. "Here Ginny, I took some money yesterday from our vault," handing over a small pouch that jingled, "and you two behave," Molly ordered. "Yes'm," they chorused as they ran for the floo pot. "We can finally go by ourselves," Ron muttered as he took a pinch of the turquoise powder. He threw it into the fire. The fire rose high, green flames licking Ron's legs as he walked in. "Diagon Alley," Ron coughed out, inhaling ashes. Ginny did the same. They appeared in Diagon Alley, dirty and dizzy. They dusted most of the ashes off of themselves as they headed toward Gringotts, were they would meet Harry. Harry was waiting there with a bag, and a patient look on his face. "Ah, there you are," Harry he called as he saw them. "Sorry we're late," Ginny apologized as they approached him, "this one wouldn't wake up," Ginny pointed to Ron as he yawned. "I'm glad you were late," Harry admitted in a whisper to Ginny, "gave me time to do some shopping. Ron in mid-yawn didn't notice. "Ok then," Ron said in a business like voice," we'll start in Flourish and Blotts, agreed?" "Ok," Harry and Ginny chorused, and Harry wondered why Ginny blushed. They entered the musty smelling shop with their school lists and money pouches ready. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all slumped on the Weasley's sofa, completely exhausted from the day's shopping, and lugging their very heavy bags everywhere. Molly came in and asked Harry, " Harry dear, do you need a ride back to your uncle's house?" "No thank you, I was hoping I could stay here if it's no trouble," Harry admitted. "No trouble at all dear, I insist you stay the rest of the summer," Molly announced. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said meekly, gaining chuckles from Ron. "None of that Mister," Molly scolded Ron, "it's a nice change to have a respectful youngster in the house." "And you Harry dear, please call me Molly," she said in a voice much softer than what she used with Ron. "Ok, MOLLY, we're going to set up the spare bed in my room," Ron grinned mischievously. That's mum to you mister," Molly fumed as they ran up to Ron's room. "Sorry Ginny, this sleepover's only for guys," Ron grinned as Ginny tried to come in after him, "you have your own room." And with that he slammed the door in her face. "Sheesh," muttered Ginny as she walked to her room next door, "but he's gonna pay," she thought with a grin, and shut her door.
Ginny's eyes grew accustomed to the dark as she tiptoed toward Ron's room, equipped with a large cup of warm water. Her feet made no noise on the usually creaky floor as she opened the door to Ron's room and creped inside. It was completely quiet except for Ron's soft snoring. Ginny dipped her brother's hanging hand into the cup and set the cup on the floor. She crawled back into bed, greatly anticipating the next day's fun.
Ginny woke from the sound of loud, hysterical laughing. She ran to Ron's room where it was coming from. She burst through the door and burst out laughing when she saw the result of her practical joke. "Ron wet the bed," Harry gasped as he choked on a laugh. " It's not funny," Ron mumbled, red faced and wet. "Your right Ron," Ginny said with a straight face, "it's not funny, it's hilarious!" She joined Harry in another roar of laughter. Then Molly burst in demanding, "WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU KIDS UP TO SO EARLY IN THE MORNING?!" "I .um, I kinda.," Ron mumbled shamefaced. "He wet the bed Mum," Ginny grinned. "Oh Ron, I thought you stopped last year," Molly asked. Ron stared horror-stricken at the most embarrassing mother in history. Ron moaned in absolute agony and hid under the covers as his friend and sister started a fresh wave of merciless mirth. " I gotta go to the bathroom," Ron mumbled as he rushed out of his room. " Are you sure," Ginny asked without mercy, "it looks like you already went." Ginny was smiling superiorly at Ron during breakfast the next day. "It was you," Ron said slowly, finally understanding. "You were mad about the other day so you took revenge." "And how sweet it was," Ginny smiled slyly. "If you don't watch yourself, the school will transfer you to Slytherin for sure, then you can marry Draco," Ron added, almost like an after thought. "Like that will ever happen," Ginny rolled her eyes, " Malfoy is a slimy git that gives worms a bad name." Harry and Ron grinned at this and finished their breakfast. "Tomorrow we finally go back to Hogwarts, and back to Quidditch," Harry reminded them, his eyes misting over at the thought. "Yeah, I miss those bludgers tying to whack my head off ," Ginny said thinking about her spot on the Gryffindor team as a chaser. "I miss whacking those bludgers," Ron said, holding an imaginary bat in his hands and hitting Ginny with it. "This year we're gonna practice like crazy," Ginny announced, "this is our year, our last year." "Are you all with me," Ginny asked, holding her hand out. "Yeah," Ron and Harry said together, putting their hands on top of hers. "This year, the bloody Slytherins won't know what hit 'um," Ron said fiercely, remembering last year and the Slytherin victory and gloating. "We're gonna hit 'um so hard when they wake up, their clothes will be outdated," Harry added, to the grins and agreements of the others. "Oh, and Ron," Ginny added, "I'm sorry about the whole bed thing." "Please just don't do it again, or I'll be forced to kill you," Ron said still clearly embarrassed. "How did you do it anyway, Ron asked curiously, "you're not supposed to do magic during vacations, and I've never heard of a spe.curse like that." "It's an old muggle trick," Ginny giggled, eyeing the cup in the sink.
By: *~go girl~*
It was a warm summer afternoon when all of a sudden, an owl flew into Ginny Weasley's room and dropped a letter on her head. 'Nice aim," she muttered as the owl swooped out of the open window. She put down the book she was reading, and plucked the white envelope of her head. " But I never get mail," she thought aloud as she curiously took out the letter inside. It said," Dear Ginny, This is Harry. I need your help. Ron's birthday is soon and I have no idea what to get him. Please mail me back as soon as you get an idea, Thank Loads, Harry." Ginny sighed, the first letter she got from her crush and it wasn't even about her. "Oh well," she sighed again, there's always this year. She was excited because this year was her 7th year, her last year. In her 5th year she got test scores to rival Hermione's, so she skipped a year and got into Harry's class. Ginny took out her favorite eagle quill and her sparkly blue ink. On a piece of parchment, she wrote, "Dear Harry, I know Ron would love the Chudley Cannons Quidditch robes in the window of Diagon Alley. That's what I would get him if I were you; he's been ranting longingly about them since they came out, almost 2 months ago! Love, Ginny. P.S: We're going school shopping on the 20th, can you make it? Let us know, to see if we could all go together." She couldn't help righting the word "love" in her letter twice. She's been giving Harry little hints like this about her feelings for a while now. "I guess I'll always be his best friends little sister," she said irritably. She tied her message to the leg of her owl Rosey. "Will you take this to Harry please," she asked as she stroked her caramel colored feathers. Rosey bit her finger gently in agreement. With one beat of her powerful wings, she was gone. Ginny wakes to the sound of her wizard-alarm. Still sleepy, she goes to wash her face, an attempt to wake up completely. She splashes cold water on her face, rubs, and gropes for the towel. "A bit to the right dearie," said the mirror in a warm, musty voice. "Thanks," Ginny said as she dried her face. She goes back to he room. "Mom will be here in about 10 minutes," Ginny said to herself, "telling me to hurry and that I'm going to be late." Today Ginny and Ron were going to Diagon Alley for school supplies with Harry. She put on her favorite glittery jeans, a peasant blouse, brushed her long auburn hair, and ran down stairs as Molly started yelling. "What took you so long," Molly asked Ron as he appeared. "Huh," he asked groggily and slumped into a chair, and began to snore, the scrambled eggs cushioning his forehead. "Ron," Molly yelled, Ron woke with a jump, egg dangling from his eyebrows. Ginny giggled as she finished her breakfast. "Come on Ron, Harry is probably waiting." "You wouldn't want that would you," Ron asked with a mischievous grin. Ginny blushed furiously while Ron chuckled. "Here Ginny, I took some money yesterday from our vault," handing over a small pouch that jingled, "and you two behave," Molly ordered. "Yes'm," they chorused as they ran for the floo pot. "We can finally go by ourselves," Ron muttered as he took a pinch of the turquoise powder. He threw it into the fire. The fire rose high, green flames licking Ron's legs as he walked in. "Diagon Alley," Ron coughed out, inhaling ashes. Ginny did the same. They appeared in Diagon Alley, dirty and dizzy. They dusted most of the ashes off of themselves as they headed toward Gringotts, were they would meet Harry. Harry was waiting there with a bag, and a patient look on his face. "Ah, there you are," Harry he called as he saw them. "Sorry we're late," Ginny apologized as they approached him, "this one wouldn't wake up," Ginny pointed to Ron as he yawned. "I'm glad you were late," Harry admitted in a whisper to Ginny, "gave me time to do some shopping. Ron in mid-yawn didn't notice. "Ok then," Ron said in a business like voice," we'll start in Flourish and Blotts, agreed?" "Ok," Harry and Ginny chorused, and Harry wondered why Ginny blushed. They entered the musty smelling shop with their school lists and money pouches ready. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all slumped on the Weasley's sofa, completely exhausted from the day's shopping, and lugging their very heavy bags everywhere. Molly came in and asked Harry, " Harry dear, do you need a ride back to your uncle's house?" "No thank you, I was hoping I could stay here if it's no trouble," Harry admitted. "No trouble at all dear, I insist you stay the rest of the summer," Molly announced. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said meekly, gaining chuckles from Ron. "None of that Mister," Molly scolded Ron, "it's a nice change to have a respectful youngster in the house." "And you Harry dear, please call me Molly," she said in a voice much softer than what she used with Ron. "Ok, MOLLY, we're going to set up the spare bed in my room," Ron grinned mischievously. That's mum to you mister," Molly fumed as they ran up to Ron's room. "Sorry Ginny, this sleepover's only for guys," Ron grinned as Ginny tried to come in after him, "you have your own room." And with that he slammed the door in her face. "Sheesh," muttered Ginny as she walked to her room next door, "but he's gonna pay," she thought with a grin, and shut her door.
Ginny's eyes grew accustomed to the dark as she tiptoed toward Ron's room, equipped with a large cup of warm water. Her feet made no noise on the usually creaky floor as she opened the door to Ron's room and creped inside. It was completely quiet except for Ron's soft snoring. Ginny dipped her brother's hanging hand into the cup and set the cup on the floor. She crawled back into bed, greatly anticipating the next day's fun.
Ginny woke from the sound of loud, hysterical laughing. She ran to Ron's room where it was coming from. She burst through the door and burst out laughing when she saw the result of her practical joke. "Ron wet the bed," Harry gasped as he choked on a laugh. " It's not funny," Ron mumbled, red faced and wet. "Your right Ron," Ginny said with a straight face, "it's not funny, it's hilarious!" She joined Harry in another roar of laughter. Then Molly burst in demanding, "WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME ARE YOU KIDS UP TO SO EARLY IN THE MORNING?!" "I .um, I kinda.," Ron mumbled shamefaced. "He wet the bed Mum," Ginny grinned. "Oh Ron, I thought you stopped last year," Molly asked. Ron stared horror-stricken at the most embarrassing mother in history. Ron moaned in absolute agony and hid under the covers as his friend and sister started a fresh wave of merciless mirth. " I gotta go to the bathroom," Ron mumbled as he rushed out of his room. " Are you sure," Ginny asked without mercy, "it looks like you already went." Ginny was smiling superiorly at Ron during breakfast the next day. "It was you," Ron said slowly, finally understanding. "You were mad about the other day so you took revenge." "And how sweet it was," Ginny smiled slyly. "If you don't watch yourself, the school will transfer you to Slytherin for sure, then you can marry Draco," Ron added, almost like an after thought. "Like that will ever happen," Ginny rolled her eyes, " Malfoy is a slimy git that gives worms a bad name." Harry and Ron grinned at this and finished their breakfast. "Tomorrow we finally go back to Hogwarts, and back to Quidditch," Harry reminded them, his eyes misting over at the thought. "Yeah, I miss those bludgers tying to whack my head off ," Ginny said thinking about her spot on the Gryffindor team as a chaser. "I miss whacking those bludgers," Ron said, holding an imaginary bat in his hands and hitting Ginny with it. "This year we're gonna practice like crazy," Ginny announced, "this is our year, our last year." "Are you all with me," Ginny asked, holding her hand out. "Yeah," Ron and Harry said together, putting their hands on top of hers. "This year, the bloody Slytherins won't know what hit 'um," Ron said fiercely, remembering last year and the Slytherin victory and gloating. "We're gonna hit 'um so hard when they wake up, their clothes will be outdated," Harry added, to the grins and agreements of the others. "Oh, and Ron," Ginny added, "I'm sorry about the whole bed thing." "Please just don't do it again, or I'll be forced to kill you," Ron said still clearly embarrassed. "How did you do it anyway, Ron asked curiously, "you're not supposed to do magic during vacations, and I've never heard of a spe.curse like that." "It's an old muggle trick," Ginny giggled, eyeing the cup in the sink.