My darling reviewers: I have another short little chapter up for you, but at least it didn't take too long. Goodness, in this fic, Harry is such a sweet boy, and Ginny, well Ginny's just scary. But we love her, right?

If you want to know about me, ask me questions and I will grant you a little anecdote from my bizarre life (in response to Alexandrea asking for more stories). Otherwise, I don't know what to tell you guys about.

Many thanks to: sunflowerchild, insertgoodnamehere, BrownPryde, Harryandginnyforever, and Chantal J. I loved your reviews!

kingmaker- LOL. I loveth my paper topic. Actually, I have learned to deal with my over-stressedness with some amount of humor. My friends and I are always like, "Oh last night, I was actually able to go to bed at one in the morning!" and the sad thing is, we're completely serious. Anyways, this chapter is more fun with the extremely violent Ginny, her poor accomplice Harry, and poor Ron, who is frightened out of his wits, and with good reason as well. Hope you enjoy!

Ms. Realista- Haha, at your "friend" whom you hated with a passion. And I love Harry dearly too... he's such an adorable boy. Thank you so much for your fantastic review!

Alexandrea- Lol. Oh I tried to update as soon as I could, so I hope you like this! It's a short chapter, but alas, twas all I could do. Enjoy!

Rebekahek623- You stabbed your brother with a fork?! Oh my LORD. That's, that's insane! Haha, wow, I bow to your violent self. Hope you like this chapter!

SnakeEyesHannah- Oh, your reviews are always so sweet; they make me blush! I'm glad you think I'm funny... Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Reina del Noche- Oh, your review made me feel very special of course! Haha, thanks for reading my story. I love Ginny too, even if she is sadistic and frightening the heck out of the boys. And poor Ron. I agree with you on that. He should've never messed with Ginny.

JamieBell- Alas, you are correct. Ginny is one scary, insane girl. But she's a cute one, and Harry Potter is madly infatuated with her (he just doesn't know it yet!). So she will lead him to his doom (nods solemnly). Haha, you're hilarious. Yes, maybe Ron could use an epitaph. I promise I'll use it in the story if you write him one! Anyways, thank you for your review. It made me smile. So please read and review this chapter! Oh and in response to your review for Divine Intervention: I refuse to believe that Remus will be killed. I refuse. That would be the end of the Marauders, and JKR just can't kill off all of the Marauders (Pettigrew does not count).

Elvengirl9- Awww (smiles bashfully), I'm glad you admire my inclinations to stab boys. But you yourself were quite the violent one, eh? Spanking a boy on the playground? Oh, Ginny will get past her shyness around Harry while they're united to kill Ron. I promise.

Well, reviews would be much appreciated (hint hint).

The two partners in crime crept stealthily about the Burrow. Ginny had grabbed muggle walkie-talkies from her father's endless supply of muggle items and handed one to Harry, and now they were on the hunt for Ron.

They had split up, of course, deciding that it was the logical thing to do. Ginny was currently prowling about upstairs, while Harry was assigned the first floor.

Harry sat crouched behind one of the kitchen cabinets, peering cautiously around the corner to see whether or not Ron was hidden in the pantry.

"Harry," the crackly sound of Ginny's voice came over the walkie-talkie. "Did you find my pathetic excuse of a brother yet?"

"Nope," he responded with a frustrated sigh as he searched every corner of the pantry and kitchen to no avail. "I've searched the downstairs bathroom, the kitchen, the pantry, and the dining room and haven't found anything."

"Me neither," she replied in disappointment. "I've searched his bedroom, his closet, the twins' bedroom, and I've run up and down the hallway."

Running a hand through his hair, Harry sighed in exasperation as he prowled around downstairs alone. He prodded a flowerpot here; he lifted a rug there, and disappointingly enough, found Ron nowhere.

Just as he was about to casually make his way to the kitchen (and rummage for something to eat while claiming to "look around" for Ron), Ginny's excited voice came over the walkie-talkie.

"Harry," she whispered excitedly, "I think I found him. I was just about to go to my room to drop off my Potions book, and I heard a noise. Come on up."

And so, obediently, Harry Potter quietly made his way up the stairs and found a grinning Ginny Weasley waiting at the top for him. She brought a finger to her lips silently cautioning him to stay quiet as she tiptoed towards her room, beckoning him to follow.

Harry gulped.

He certainly hadn't missed that sadistic glint in her eye, and he found himself wondering just how Ron had survived for this long living with that girl.

Not that I would mind living with her, he mused to himself, and then promptly inwardly berated himself for daring to think that way about his best friend's little sister.

It was scandalous.

Really, he continued to convince himself. I really don't like he that way. Much.

She suddenly stopped right outside her door, placing a slender hand on the doorknob cautiously. He stood close behind her, holding his breath as he peered curiously over her shoulder.

With a swift movement, Ginny turned the doorknob and pushed the door open forcefully. It crashed open with a bang, evoking a shriek from the boy hiding out under her desk.

"You!" Ginny growled, storming into the room dramatically, pointing her finger rigidly at a terrified Ron who was currently cowering under her desk, covering his face with his hands. "You are dead. Do you hear me? I'm going to make your life so miserable, you'll wish that I had avada'd you instead."

Ron whimpered, shaking as his eyes darted around the room, trying to find an escape route.
Harry really couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the poor boy. At this moment, Ginny looked absolutely terrifying, arguably more so than the Dark Lord. He glanced over at her again, shuddering at the expression on her face.

Ginny dropped her arm, suddenly standing in a much more relaxed fashion. She smiled briefly, her lips curling upwards as she looked down at her brother, an odd glint in her overly bright eyes. "You just wait," she murmured softly as she took a small step backwards.

And with that, she whisked out of the room with a self-satisfied smile on her lips, without even giving Ron a second glance.

Harry gaped after her.

What was that all about?

He presently turned his attention to his best friend who was currently still huddled under the desk looking rather morose.

"Hey Ron," he greeted with a small smile, attempting to cheer him up.

Honestly, even if he had looked them in a small room for hours on end, he really didn't deserve death by extremely violent redheaded witch. That kind of vicious punishment was left to really evil people, like Voldemort.

"Oh this is bad, really bad, really really bad," Ron muttered rapidly, more to himself than to Harry. He stood up, looking around distractedly, seeming to not even take notice of Harry standing right there.

"Erm..." Harry watched his friend pace about agitatedly, wondering what he should do. "Ron?"

Ron ignored him, instead fixing his gaze on the doorway. "Must hide, must hide from her," he muttered to himself, before darting out of the room and down the hall.

Left in the room alone, Harry Potter came to a single conclusion.

Ginny Weasley was a scary girl who was not to be reckoned with. If she could send Ron scampering down the hallway whimpering with fear, then well...

He would have to remember never ever to upset her.

As if on cue, Ginny skipped into the room, grinning mischievously. "Well?" she questioned. "Did he run off, rather afraid?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah," he replied, then added, "Although he just wasn't 'rather afraid', he seemed to be fearing for his life."

Ginny brought a hand to her mouth, giggling sweetly as her wide, innocent eyes twinkled with glee.

Harry was honestly terrified.

She could look so disarmingly cute as she stood there, gazing at him with those bright eyes.

But the fact was, she was giggling because she wanted to kill Ron.

Scary, scary girl.

"I'm excited," she gushed, looking up at him imploringly. "Aren't you, Harry? We'll make Ron absolutely miserable and sorry that he ever decided to lock us in that room."

She pulled out the sheets of parchment from behind her back, showing him the list of different ways to kill Ron. "If you want," she offered, "We could start going through these and pick our favorites."

Harry gulped.

"I," he stuttered weakly, "I... well you see, I, erm, I don't know."

Ginny sighed. "I understand, Harry," she assured, much to his surprise. She crossed her arms, looking at him in her unique, confident way. "You don't want to make Ron absolutely miserable because he's you're best friend."
"Erm," he ran a hand through his hair, searching for an articulate answer. "Yeah, something like that."

"Oh don't worry!" she chirped cheerfully, tilting her head to look up at him. "I just plan to make him squirm a bit. I don't have a plan yet, anyway. For now, we're just going to start whispering furtively every time he comes near, and I'll shoot him secretive smiles whenever he looks my way. Trust me," she smirked, "he'll be terribly paranoid."

Harry certainly didn't doubt that.

The more he thought it over, the better the plan sounded. Ron had decided to anger them, and now he would pay.

It was all in good fun, really.

"Sounds good," he grinned, relieved to know that he wouldn't be forced to kill his best friend in some brutally bloody way.

He couldn't help but smile a bit as he thought of painful death #17, which had been contrived, of course, by the ever-creative Ginny.

#17- Tape all of the times Ron has complained about homework or ordered a house elf to do something. Show the tape to Hermione.

"Alright," Ginny smiled back at him, taking a step to his side to boldly link her arm with his.

Harry tried desperately not to blush.

Thankfully, Ginny didn't notice at all. "Come on, now," she declared cheerily, "All this scheming has worked up my appetite. Harry," she ordered, turning her face to look at him, "Won't you escort me to the kitchen?"

And as Harry dutifully complied, he couldn't help but think:

Ginny Weasley will be the death of me.