THIS STORY CONTAINS HBP SPOILERS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Hello people! I'm finally writing a story again! I'm so proud of myself! Well, maybe I shouldn't be so proud. I mean, I'm ignoring my homework right now. Who gives homework on the weekend anyway? I know I'm in trouble in school. But, the Constitution forbids cruel and unusual punishment! Doesn't homework on the weekend count? I'm grounded anyway, isn't that enough punishment? Well, actualy it isn't because I'm having fun writing right now! I should shut up about this now, shouldn't I? I'll decide later if I'm doing anything wrong.

Disclaimer: I own it all! Wait. NO! IT WAS ANOTHER OF MY MINDLESS RANTINGS! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! WHY MUST MY MIND PLAY TRICKS ON ME?

Anyway. Time for the story.

"It's a Muggle thing, Ginny!"

"But, it makes no sense whatsoever! Hermione, do you honestly think wishing on a bloody star will..."

"Why did I even bring this up!" Hermione interupted.

I ignored her. "You do believe in it, don't you?"

"I tried it when I was little and the wish came true," Hermione said.

"The wish came true?" I repeated. "I gotta try that!"

With that, I ran up to my room, slamming the door behind me.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley!" screamed my mom.

But I didn't listen to her. I was lost in thought. Thinking what to wish for. I could stop Bill and Phelgm's wedding. I could get revenge on anyone. But, it would be cruel to stop the wedding. And I can get revenge on anyone without wishing for it.

What was the one thing I wanted and couldn't have?

Harry.

Yes. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the Dark Lord's worst enemy. That Harry. I'm not some crazed, psyco fan or anything like that. I even went out with him last year. Wait, that makes it look like I'm a crazed, psyco fan. But, just to set the record straight, I am NOT a crazed, psyco fan of the Boy-Who-Lived.

He stopped going out with me for my safety. Apparently, he couldn't care less about my happiness.

That would explain why I did it. Made a wish, I mean.

And a horrible one, at that.

The first star of the night appeared. And I said, "I wish my life was like that Muggle fairy tale Cinderella or whatever it's called, except without all the misery and without the step-family."

WHY! Why was I born so stupid? I could have said "I wish Harry would realize we're perfect for each other" or something like that. But, no! I have to make the most idiotic wish in the history of the earth. I don't even want to be Cinderella!

Wait. What happened to Cinderella again? Was she the one who ate a poisoned apple and went into a deep sleep and a prince kissed her and she woke up and lived happily ever after? Or was she the one that pissed off a fairy and got cursed and fell into a deep sleep and a prince kissed her and she woke up and lived happily ever after?

Maybe this won't be so bad. They all live happily ever after.

Oh, I know who Cinderella is now. She's the one that got mistreated by her step-family and went to a ball she wasn't allowed to go to and had Prince Charming fall in love with her and ran away and had the Prince find her and married Prince Charming and lived happily ever after. Okay, there's no misery for me and no step-family. This won't be that bad at all. But, I have I feeling I'm forgeting something about Cinderella.

Oh, God. I didn't say I wanted Harry to be Prince Charming! What if my Prince Charming turns out to be Draco Malfoy!

I'm doomed.