Chapter 1: Bad moods and Breaking Alarm Clocks
Beep Beep Beep Be-Smack!
Beep Beep Be-SMACK!
Beep Be-
SMACK! The alarm clock stopped beeping at me. I wasn't sure if I had broken the clock or just turned it off, either way I really didn't care.
"Damn alarm clock! Why won't you shut the bloody hell up!" I growled get more irritated by the minute.
Now sitting up in my bed, the I looked at the alarm clock that had gotten me up early and made me mad.
5:00 A.M.
The red numbers on the clock face glared back at me. I just glared back.
"Who could've done this?" I pondered for a second. Then the answer hit me like a big, black bludger. "Ginny."
The fifteen-year-old witch had done this. I had stayed up late last night chatting with Ginerva Weasley and she probably thought this would've been a funny joke. Well, she was wrong. It had to be Ginny. Both Harry and Ron know better than to wake me up this early in the morning, especially during summer vacation.
I stretched her arm up in the air and yawned. I just then realized how tired I really was. I would have deal with Ginny later. Now I would get her nine hours of well deserved sleep where the man of my dreams awaited me. And when I say "The man of my dreams" I DO NOT mean Vicktor. I mean a certain red headed, talented, sexy, smart, bold ( The list goes on and on) bloke whom I am madly in love with.
This time when I woke up, it was peaceful. I eloquently stretched, and rubbed my eyes. I was unusually quiet for being in the Burrow, where there was ALWAYS some sort of noise or another. And right as I thought that none other than Miss Ginerva Weasley appeared at my door.
"Get a nice PEACE filled start this morning?" The petiete witch asked, trying, much to her failure, to look innocent.
"I did have a nice sleep until a LOUD noise woke me up, and that wouldn't stop until I broke the alarm clock. Thanks, Gin, but other than that I had a serene sleep, filled with marvelous dreams." I stopped, and sighed as my thoughts took off, leading me to that same bloke who filled my dreams by night and most of my day dreams during the day.
"Who? About Ron?" Ginny muttered under her breath.
"I heard that." I said, glaring Ginny down.
"And so did I." said the Boy-Who-Lived- and -also -was- always- being-snogged- by -Ginny said, pushing my door WIDE open.
"Oh, shit." I muttered looking into the amused face of Harry James Potter as my face went through ten shades of red in aproximatley 2.3 seconds.