Disclaimer: When pigs fly. Too bad Harry's not real. He could charm a pig for me.

I'm sorry! I'm very, very sorry that I haven't updated! I was grounded! So, it's not my fault at all. Okay, maybe it's my fault for getting grounded in the first place. But if some guy in your class started acted like a total asshole, wouldn't you punch him in the face?

On with the story!

I woke up the next morning with a really bad headache.

It was all because of the Potters. All of them, going around, making my life suck. Even if it's not on purpose. I mean, Harry didn't tell those five hundred girls to chase me around, but he did give them a reason to. Couldn't he find a place to tell me he loves me where he can't be overheard by five hundred witches that think they're madly in love with him. Then James has to go and make Malfoy fall in love with me. And Lily... well, Lily didn't do anything. It's the male Potters.

Yeah. Everything wrong with the world can be blamed on boys!

Too bad that didn't make my headache go away.

"GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME I'VE CALLED YOU!"

That didn't help my poor head either.

James and Lily walked into the room. Well, actually, Lily walked in. James ran in, slamming the door, laughing his head off, and making a hell of a lot of noise.

One word: ouch.

Seriously. I get a headache and everyone decides to make enough noise to wake the dead?

There is no justice in the world.

NONE!

Lily handed me a pink piece of parchment in the shape of a heart.

A love note. From MALFOY.

Dear Ginerva Molly Weasley,

I swear, Malfoy is so dead.

I love you. Please marry me.

Well, that was straight-foward.

Sincerly,
HRH Prince Draco Lucius Malfoy

Pompous ass.

I crumbled the note and set it on fire with my wand. Lily handed me a photo.

A Muggle photo. Of a pig flying. From Harry.

There was a note written on the back.

Dear Gin,

Just thought I'd let you know that pigs can fly.

Love,
Harry

Um, what?

Oh, now I remember. At the Ministry yesterday, after Harry and my brothers were released from prison, I was thinking out loud and Harry heard me. I was saying something about pigs flying.

What did I say?

'Maybe Harry loves me. Yeah, when pigs fly.'

Something like that.

So...

He loves me!

You know, this day isn't that bad. Not as bad as yesterday.

I walked out of my room and immediatly wished I hadn't.

Ron and Hermione were there, practially making my future niece/nephew right in front of my eyes!

Okay. It wasn't that bad. They were just making out. They were still fully clothed, thank God.

But still. I do not want to see my brother sticking his tongue in Hermione's mouth.

And I definitly don't want to see Hermione enjoying his tongue in her mouth.

"EWWWWW!" I screamed.

Ron and Hermione broke apart. Both of them turned bright red.

"What a great way to start my day," I said. "Watching my brother make out with his best friend. Life doesn't get much better than this."

Hermione turned redder, which I didn't think was even possible. Ron just looked confused. He never could recongnize sarcasm.

Fred and George appeared. "Ron and Harry are making out? WHERE?"

Um, ew. Please tell me they didn't actually want to watch Ron and Harry make out.

"Ron and Hermione, you morons," I said. "Besides, Harry would never make out with Ron, even though Ron has been begging him for years."

"Hey!" said Ron. "I have not!"

"Don't worry, ickle Ronnikins. Your secret's safe with us," said Fred.

"And, by the way, Ginny," said George. "What makes you so sure Harry wouldn't make out with Ron?"

"Because," I said, rolling my eyes. "Harry happens to be in love with me."

Ooops. I didn't mean to say that out loud.

"WHAT!" screamed Ron. "HARRY, ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH MY SISTER?"

Harry came out of Ron's room. "Yes," he said. "Now can I go back to sleep?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ron demanded.

"That's a good question," Harry said. "I mean, I just love telling you stuff that makes you want to kick my ass."

Ron looked confused. Like I said, he can't recongnize sarcasm.

Harry put on his glasses. He saw me and smiled. "Hey, Gin. Did you really see Ron and Hermione making out?"

"Ew, don't remind me," I said.

Harry laughed. "Sorry," he said. "Ijust never expected Hermione to make out with someone where anyone could see her."

Ron and Hermione turned bright red again. While Fred and George laughed their heads off, Harry went back into Ron's room to escape the wrath of my brothers.

And I went to find my wand so I could do a Memory Charm.

Even though I don't know how to do one.

Which could cause me to forget everything, just like Lockheart did.

So maybe I shouldn't.

I should just gouge my eyes out instead. It's probably a whole lot safer.

Wait. That won't help at all. I just won't be able to see. I won't forget the scary picture.

Damn.

Ron deserves a Bat-Bogey Hex.

After I hexed Ron, I got my broom and went to practice Quidditch.

Harry was there.

So was a pig with wings flying around.

"That's Walter, the amazing flying pig," Harry said.

"Walter?" I asked.

"I had to name him something," he said.

"But why Walter?" I said. "Why not Bob or Billy or George or Bruce or Joe or Phillip or Jorge?"

"Jorge?" he said, raising one eyebrow.

How do people do that? Raise one eyebrow, I mean. It's impossible for me to do that.

"You know what. You should name the pig Billy Bob Jorge George Walter Bruce Joe Phillip," I said.

Harry laughed. "Hey, pig! Your new name is Billy Bob Jorge George Walter Bruce Joe Phillip!" he yelled to the pig.

Harry turned to me. He looked really nervous. "Hey, Gin. I was wondering... um... well, I really don't want to marry Cho... and they're gonna make me marry someone... so, I was wondering... will you marry me?"

I stared at him in shock. He looked even more nervous.

Oh, right. I have to say something.

"Of course!" I said.

Harry smiled and kissed me.

You know, I'm starting to like this Cinderella thing.

Review! Please?

The epilogue will be up in a week.

-Jessi