1295 words of pure Ginny goodness!

Okay..so maybe not pure goodness. I admit this isn't my greatest piece of work..but it's longer and fun!

So read on!

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The next morning I awake to the screams of what appears to be a mob of angry, attacking hair.

"GINNY! GINNYYYYY!"

"mmff" I replied soundly turning over.

"Wake up Ginny!"

"AAAAAAHHH!" I screamed at the sight of some unknown horrid creature.

"Ginny?" I hear the voice asks as Hermione suddenly surfaces beneath the monster.

"Hermione! What are you doing underneath all that….ohhhhh," I said finally realizing the situation.

I'm sorry already! I'm a little slow in the morning.

"What are you doing in here Hermione?" I ask pulling the blanket covers off of me.

"I came in to wake you up, your roommates had already left," she replied reasonably.

But as always, such reason is lost on me so early in the morning.

"Hermione! It's only…7:16!" I said rolling over and looking at my clock.

"Exactly, your first class—potions with snape—starts at 7:30."

Here's where the screaming begins.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled hastily running around and grabbing all of my school stuff.

"Thanks Hermione, See you later Hermione, Don't let the door hit you on the way out Hermione, Bye Hermione!" I hastily recited, rushing out the door.

I heard a faint "Ginny! Wait!" but ignored it and continued to walk as quickly as humanly possible towards the potions room.

On my way down to the dungeons I nearly ran over Draco who smirked and said, "Nice outfit, Weasley."

I mean, I know I told him to be nice to me and all, but…nice outfit? That's a little extreme. Besides I'm just wearing my school uniform like always.

A little further down I rushed past a bewildered Blaise who merely whistled and said, "Looking good, Ginny!"

What is going on here? Either the uniforms have suddenly become very "in" or everyone in this whole school has finally lost it. Or both. I'm beginning to think both is more likely.

7:28..

I'm running, running, running…

7:29..

almost there…

7:30..

yes! Made it! Haha!

I turn the corner into the potions classroom still doing my victory dance to bump into a very large, very angry Snape and a completely empty classroom.

"Ginny Weasley," He said coldly, "If you happened to pay one iota of attention you would have noted that class for today has been rescheduled to next Thursday for my meeting with Dumbledore. And, yes, your five foot long essay on Animagi will be due then, if you can perhaps remember."

"But professor it was only a four foot long…." I tried.

"…FIVE foot long," he interrupted, daring me to challenge him.

Normally…I might have been up to it but this morning he seemed extra testy so I let it go.

"Yes Professor."

"Now out of my way," he said brushing past me, "And I will be taking five points from Gryffindor for your inappropriate attire."

Nice outfit? Looking Good? Inappropriate Attire? Oh no.

I slowly, fearfully looked down to see that I had, in fact, not changed into my uniform this morning. I had been in such a hurry that I had been running around all of Hogwarts wearing just my red and green plaid pajama bottoms, a skimpy black tanktop, and fuzzy lion slippers.

I mean…how can you possibly NOT notice the fact that you are running around on lion slippers!

Normal people would have noticed.

Normal people would have had their friends point this sort of thing out to them.

Normal people just don't run around Hogwarts in their pajamas.

I just had to be abnormal didn't I.

Urgh! These kind of things always happen to me.

Well fine, If I'm going to traipse around the school wearing next to nothing I must as well traipse my way down to grab some breakfast. Everyone will, of course, be gone by now.

Wrong. Again.

Everyone was not gone. Actually everyone was sitting there staring at me as I entered the Great Hall. And I mean EVERYONE.

These kinds of things always happen to me.

Well fine. Decency be damned! I gathered my wits together and marched over to Gryffindor table, glaring at everyone who dared to look at me.

Being the almighty perceptive being that I am I noticed two very important things while glaring. One being that Pansy was sitting on the lap of Marcus Flint, torn between snogging him and glaring at Draco who didn't seem to care at all. Oh how the "mighty" have fallen, I guess Draco actually did break up with her. I can almost feel a twinge of pity for Pansy before recalling that love letter and pity is replaced by puke rising in my throat.

The second crucial tidbit is that Hermione is apparently giving Ron the cold shoulder. I can't imagine what the idiot has gotten himself into now. Poor thing never even stood a chance. Specially against that hyperactive waker-upper girl… Okay, so my insults are never so good in the morning. Especially after being RUDELY-AWAKEN and COMPLETELY HUMILIATED here!

I eventually sat down next to Colin who was hastily scarfing down his eggs.

I grabbed a green apple to munch and glared at everyone sniggering at my attire as the mail started flying in. I had just started complaining to Colin about how I never got any mail when a large black owl I'd never seen before dropped a package on top of my oatmeal, splattering it all over Colin.

"Um….Sorry about that," I said to the oatmeal drenched sputtering boy.

Colin dashed off to go clean himself I presume when Ron the insufferable showed up.

"War thart?" he asked with his mouth full of toast.

"That," I replied wittily, "Is a package."

"And that," I said, pointing at his mouth, "Is repulsive."

He grinned and caught me up in a brotherly hug, suffocating the life out of me.

"Gerroff me Ron, you're squeezing me to death," I said, muffled.

"Oh sorry… later little sis," he said, finally walking off.

So sometimes he isn't that bad…

I sat back down and turned to my package. I opened it up and a dozen bagels rolled out. Hah, the prat actually sent me the bagels, surprising I must say. I looked over to the Slytherin table to see Draco and Blaise grinning back at me. Draco gave me a quick wink before pointing back towards my mail.

I noticed a note on what was left of the package and grabbed it off, remarking to myself about how easy it's been to manipulate Malfoy.

Just then another swarm of owls came in.

"A second mail?" I said confusedly to the girl sitting next to me.

She shook her head unhelpfully and turned back to her porridge. Really, is everyone around here completely useless?

I began to notice with terror that the multitude of owls began circling straight above me. Simultaneously they all dropped what they were carrying.

"Oh shoot," I managed to say before being covered in a landslide of licorice wands and chocolate frogs.

What's worse is as the licorice wands covered me up to my eyes the chocolate frogs seemed to actually be attacking people! They jumped off the pile in all directions throwing each house table into utter confusion and chaos.

I hastily freed my arm and looked down at the note still in my hand and read, "I hope you like pumpernickel (the bagels I mean). By the way, You did say life-time supply, didn't you?

P.S. Love the Plaid."

I hastily turned (as far as I could being trapped by licorice wands) to see Draco high-five Blaise, both wearing matching smirks.

I tried to free myself by twisting around but to no avail, I was stuck fast in the mass of sweets surrounding me. I eventually gave up trying and just stayed there glaring at a certain blonde-haired git and the chaos all around.

I freaking hate Draco Malfoy.

Oh, come on now...y'all didn't really expect Draco Malfoy, the little Slytherin that he is, to take all this blackmail lying down did you!

He must retaliate! And keep things interesting! And be cunning as well as incredibly sexy!

So there. :-)

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