DISCLAIMER: I did not come up with the Harry Potter thing (DUH)…yadda yadda yadda! You guys know the drill

A/N – Thanks thanks thanks to all my lovely reviewers. Please read the a/n at the end where I have answered your comments. I hope you like this chapter, where we get to see Ginny in a muggle life. It is based in my home town. Also, I know you are all waiting for the arrival of that sexy god that is Draco Malfoy, but I am soooo sorry, you have to wait a little while longer, until chapter 5 (please don't kill me!). HOWEVER, Ginny will get some action in chapter 4. Xxxxx

Chapter 3

"Now young lady, I want you to promise me that you will behave yourself while you are staying at Posie's," Mrs Weasley said, looking sternly at her daughter.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "for the tenth time mother, YES! Of course I am going to behave myself," she screeched. Posie looked up from her bowl of Nesquik and slowly rubbed her chin with a look that clearly said, "there is not a hope in hell that the two of us are going to behave ourselves."

Both Posie and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table at the Burrow listening to 'the talk' from Mrs. Weasley, about the dangers of muggle London and the evils of muggle alcohol. However, it was very hard for Ginny to take her mother seriously, what with Posie in one corner of the table throwing her sarcastic looks, and her father in the other corner who was so excited about his daughter going to stay with muggles that he was highly resembling Tigger on LSD. Mr Weasley had already given Ginny a long list of souvenirs that he wanted her to bring him back, which, among others, included electrical wire, a corkscrew and a can of draught Guinness.

After the leavers feast last night Ginny and Posie had gone to the Burrow, laden down with their heavy cases, boxes full of seven years worth of books and gifts and cards from their fellow students. Posie, who was muggle born, had no family or friends at the leavers feast, so had come to stay at the Burrow overnight, before herself and Ginny 'flooed' the next day to Posie's home town of Ilford, a tragic little town on the outskirts of London. Posie's mother had died of cancer when Posie was only 1 year old, so she was brought up by her muggle father, a science teacher at the local Grammar school. Ginny adored Mr. Waterberg, who insisted that she call him Herbert. He was an eccentric, slightly loopy man, who was roughly the size of a small ocean liner, with brown hair that seemed to be modelled on the style similar to that of the living dead – very scruffy living dead. Ginny likened him to the muggle version of her father, because in the same way that Mr Weasley was obsessed with all things muggle, Herbert was fixated with all things magical. He was forever trying to take magically enchanted objects apart, very often with catastrophic consequences. Last time Ginny had visited, the kitchen table had caught alight no less that 5 times in 3 hours as a result of Herbert's attempts to take apart Posie's wizards wireless (a radio that picks up wizard music from all over the world).

Ginny was snapped out of her daydream by the grunt that Ron gave by way of a greeting when he walked into the kitchen, his eyes looking redder than his hair. Harry walked in behind him looking like he had just been dragged through a hedge backwards. Ginny couldn't help screwing her nose up at the sight of them. As much as she fancied Harry, she was none-too enamoured with him in this state.

"Muuuummmmmm," Ron said in a whiny voice, "can you get us some pepper up pleassssseeeee."

Mrs. Weasley shot him a scolding looking, "Ronald, if you are big and ugly enough to go out until all hours of the night and get blind drunk, then you are big and ugly enough to sort out your own hangover cure," she snapped, marching out of the kitchen.

"Would you like some Nesquik Harry? Or maybe a nice slice of toast and marmite," Posie said in a very loud voice, waving the toasted lump of bread, that was positively drowning in the yeast extract, under Harry's nose. "Hmmmmm, my mate marmite, either love it or hate it, innit mate!" she laughed evilly, as Harry turned a lovely shade of green and ran out of the back door just in time to vomit profusely into a flower pot.

"That's right mate," Ron groaned, with his head in his hands, "spill your guts. Just don't let mum find out it was you who did it in her prize fuchsias."

Ginny wrinkled her nose and exited the kitchen quickly, Posie in hot pursuit. Having bid goodbye to her mum and dad, and shouted a farewell into the kitchen to the boys, Ginny and Posie threw some floo powder into the fireplace. Posie's house had been temporarily added to the flew network for today only, and laden down with Posie's school stuff and Ginny's small suitcase, they both shouted "The Waterberg house, Ilford" and within seconds the image of the Burrow melted away and they found themselves stepping out into a large, but cluttered sitting room.

They could hear a clattering coming from the next room. Posie put her finger on her lips, motioning to Ginny to keep quiet. Walking quietly, the two girls tip-toed into the hall and stuck their heads through the door of the kitchen-diner. Ginny had to stuff her fingers in her mouth to keep from laughing out loud at the sight that met her eyes. Herbert Waterberg was running around the room, wearing an apron that depicted the body of a semi naked woman, and clutching a tea towel. He was chasing what seemed to be a kitchen sponge that was flying around the room on its own accord. It was the sponge that Posie had purchased in Hogsmede as a Christmas gift for her father, and it had been enchanted to do the washing up for its owner. It seemed that now the magic was going a little haywire. Posie couldn't contain herself and let out a loud snort of laughter. Herbert stopped abruptly, turning to the doorway that held the two girls.

"We have an emergency situation girls. Rouge kitchen utensils on the loose," he grinned, pointing towards the sponge that was now dripping water above the dining table. Ginny took out her wand and pointed it at the little blue object saying, "Finite Incantatem." The little sponge fell with a splat onto the table.

"Well done Gin-gins," Herbert exclaimed, "that little bugger has turned into this house's own weapon of mass destruction. I just can't control it." He then grabbed the lifeless little sponge and stuffed it into his pocket. Then turning back to the girls, he ran forward and embarrassed his daughter in a tight hug.

" Need air dad, life…being sucked….away," Posie squawked dramatically.

Rolling his eyes Herbert enquired as to their exam results and then excused himself, going through a little door under the stairs. Ginny knew that he was going to his cellar where he would be experimenting on his little friend – the sponge.

Posie and Ginny went running upstairs to the large bedroom that the two girls would be sharing for the next 2 weeks.

"So Gins, what are we gonna do today then?" asked Posie as she threw herself onto one of the two single beds.

"You pick Pose," grinned Ginny as she collapsed on the other bed. "I don't know what there is to do here, do i!"

Posie was thought for a little while, lying on the bed with her legs resting on the wall. After a few minutes she seemed to make up her mind. Sitting up quickly she started bouncing on her knees and relayed to Ginny what the plan for the day was going to be. "We will go into the town centre first, I think. That way I can give you the tour of my crappy little hometown. Then we can go to the Exchange, that is the shopping centre," Posie explained, as Ginny was looking slightly confused as to what the Exchange could be. "We can do abit of shopping, get you some of the latest muggle styles, then we can go to the cinema….oooohhh….there is a good film with Joaquin Phoenix in that I am dieing to see. That man is sex on sexy legs," Posie allowed herself a few seconds to swoon and then continued, "Then I think it will be time for you to finally become a true muggle teenage girl missy."

To Ginny this sounded abit ominous. Giving her friend a dubious look she enquired, "exactly what do you mean by 'become a true muggle teenage girl'?"

"You don't even have your ears pierced Gins," Posie explained, "ALLLLL muggle girls have their ears pierced, chav babies get theirs done before they are even born! It will make you look so pretty. And maybe you could get something else pierced too. Not your tongue, because I have that. How about your belly button. In the words of our dearest darling Ben, it would look 'FABOU DARHHHLING'."

"I don't know Pose. We were born with a set amount of holes in our bodies, I don't think it is natural to want to add to them. Besides, will it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Ok then."

With that the two friends started getting ready for their tour of Ilford. After a quick look at the 'famous' sights, that included the library, the Kenneth Moore Theatre, and the fat pigeons, they headed off for a shopping spree in the Exchange. Ginny felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Rows and rows of clothes shops, all having their summer sales, beckoned her to spend her money on their lush goods. Ginny was pleasantly surprised to find out that the English pound was pretty weak against the wizard Galleon, and found that the prices in the shops worked out very cheap. After visiting each shop at least once, and laden down with mountains of bags, the girls decided that the cinema could wait until tomorrow, as Posie said "JP isn't going anywhere!" However, Posie insisted that the piercings couldn't wait until tomorrow and had to happen NOW!

They made their way to a little shop near the exit of the shopping centre. It advertised that it carried out piercing and tattoos, and it looked clean and professional, so Ginny was fully prepared to trust them to do a good job. Posie and her spent a few minutes picking out the earrings and belly bar she wanted. Posie had convinced Ginny to jump straight in the deep end and have 2 sets of holes in each ear, for which she chose silver studs with green crystals in (which Posie assured her matched beautifully with her hair), and a silver belly bar with the matching green crystal in each end. They took their selections into the back room of the shop, where there was a little fat bald man busily preparing the equipment.

Thirty minutes latter Ginny walked out of the shop very pleased with her new look. It had hurt a little bit, but not nearly as much as she had expected. In fact, Posie had convinced her that it would be even more fun to get matching tattoos. It had taken Posie a while to discreetly explain to Ginny what exactly a tattoo was, but had finally used the analogy that they were like little paintings on your skin that never fade. Ginny was "well up for it" and they were returning the shop tomorrow afternoon, where they had made a double appointment. They were both going to get a flower on the left side of their hips, Posie a rose because her mother had been called Rosie, and Ginny was contemplating a water lily, which she had always thought of a very pretty.

They spent that evening watching muggle TV, and Ginny found she had a particular love of the soaps. The next day Ginny was so excited about the appointment they had. The hours seemed to tick away very, very slowly. Finally the time came, and the girls ran all the way to the shop. After being greeted by the same little fat bald man, they were sat down with a pile of books that held different designs and colour choices. Ginny was lazily flicking through the one she was holding when something caught her eye. It was not a water lily, not even a flower. It was a dragon

"Oh Pose, look at that," she gushed, "it looks just like the dragon I helped Charlie look after in Romania last year, remember the one I told you about?" Ginny had been allowed to stay with Charlie on the dragon camp last year for a week, as she had convinced her parents that it would be advantageous to her education, even though she wasn't even doing care of magical creatures. The dragon keepers had carried out a raid on a group of men trying to sell dragon eggs on the black market, and had seized the eggs and brought them back to camp, but only one of the eggs hatched. Ginny had been there when the egg had hatched. It was a German Green Horn who Ginny had named Ludwig, and she had loved being able to have actual contact with a baby dragon. Ginny just couldn't believe what an incredible likeness the dragon in the picture was to Ludwig. The only difference was that this dragon was purple.

"Pose, I am going to get this dragon instead. You don't mind that we wont both have flowers do you?"

"Of course not Gin," Posie reassured her, "a tattoo is a personal thing, and it will be with you forever so you better make sure you like it."

At that moment they were called into the back room. Posie, who up until now had been extra super confident and slightly cocky, now looked abit green around the gills. Ginny however, was feeling no nerves at all. Quite the contrary, she was so keen to get her little dragon friend tattooed on her hip that she practically flew onto the couch, nearly falling off on the other side.

"Alwight, have you decided what you want done yet?" smiled the bald guy. Ginny stifled a giggle at his inability to pronounce the letter 'R', which she found just as amusing today as she had done yesterday.

"Yeppers, I have indeedily-doos," she said in a silly singsong voice, "I want this little guy here, but is it ok to get it in green, because in real life-" she stopped short. She had about to say that, in real life, these dragons were green in colour, but the sharp look she was been given by Posie had reminded her that they were in the presence of a muggle. However, he seemed completely oblivious what she had just said.

"What was that? Oh gween. Well yes of couawse we can do it in gween. That was it will match your lovelt eawr wings. And it would look fab with youwr wed haiwr."

With that he busied himself with preparing the equipment. Forty minutes latter Ginny hoped off the couch, completely ecstatic with the results. She had a perfect image of a green dragon nestled neatly on her left hip. Plus, the process had not hurt that much, which she was glad about, although she had always had a high threshold for pain. Posie however, used to be in agony anytime anyone would do something like stand on her toe. Ginny was dreading the reaction her friend would have to the tattooing process.

Sure enough, once Bald-Bob (as Ginny had secretly nicknamed him) had started putting posies red rose on her skin, the screams were shocking. Posie was gripping Ginny's hand for dear life, moaning things like "if….I don't…make it…you can have my and "oooooohh…gas and air….get me the FUCKING GAS AND AIR!"

As it was a relatively simple design, Posie's rose only took twenty-five minutes. Once the process was over and Posie had thoroughly inspected the result, she seemed to forget the pain completely. After paying they skipped out of the shop proudly showing off their tattoos.

After spending the evening at the cinema and then at the local pub, the girls rolled into the house at 12 midnight, where they found Herb reading once of Posie's old school books.

"Daddy kins," Posie exclaimed, throwing herself onto her fathers lap. "Do you…hiccup….wanna see what me and Gin-Gins did today? We got…" she looked around her suspiciously, as if to check no one was spying on her, "….tattoos….SHHHH….don't tell anyone daddy!"

"Pose, exactly how much have you had to drink?" Herb asked, with an amused expression on his face.

"MEEEE – Drink! NOOOO. Well…maybe a little TEENY WEENY bit….only one or two, or ten vodkas."

"You are such a bad influence on the poor Gins. Her mother would kill me if she found out you got drunk," he chuckled looking over to Ginny, only to see that, by now she was curled up on the comfortable sofa in the foetal position snoring loudly.

End of Chapter 3

A/N – That's chapter 3 done. Right, now to answer your comments and questions: Gazette, you said that Dumbledore's speech would have been longer, and I know you are SOOO completely right. But the problem is I find Dumbledore INCREDIBLY boring to write, and I figure that I find him boring to write then you guys will find him boring to read, hence not much attention was paid to Dumbly. And regarding Ben…the actual character is based on a mish-mash of all the camp men I have ever met, but it is good to hear that it reminds you of your mate connor. If you can think of any of his favourite saying then let me know and I will try to include them. The name Ben is actually based on one of my good friends, who is not gay, but we all tease him that he is!

Pheonixvsdragon – you are soooo cool….i don't have a clue what the last part of your review meant but I love the complete randomness! U are cool….and YES I do feel special that you chose to review my story. Xxxx

Now Ladija, reguarding the whole Virginia vs Ginerva thing. I know that I have read some fics that call her Ginerva, but I didn't know that that was her read name as I don't remember reading it in JK's books. But you are completely right, it is Ginerva as I checked it out on JK's offical webpage. HOWEVER.,….i am sorry to all the ginervas out there, but I think that is nowhere near as nice a name as Virginia…so in this story at least I will keep her called Virginia.

And finally, AutumnSolaris, what was it about chapter 2 that made you cry my dear?

Ok, that is all I have to say. I will try to update this story about once a week, but when I can it will be more often, but please understand I am in my 5th year of a gruelling degree and sometimes need to do boring study (POO). Please keep reviewing and I WELCOME any suggestions about where to take the story, although I know what is going to happen in the grand scheme of things, if you can think of some funny things that can happen I WANT TO HEAR THEM! If you don't want to make suggestions via the reviewing system, then just email me on