Author's Notes: This is my first Ginny/? fic (sorry, can't give away the
point of the story). Ok, so, summary:
Ginny gets fed up with always being seen as Ron's little sister, and so
decides to change her image to get noticed. Will she like the consequences?
Who will she end up with? One of her new admirers? The old enemy? Or the
quiet one who's always been there for her? Way funnier than it sounds. A
mix of hilarity and romance.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter themes, characters, or ideas. unfortunately.
Chapter 1: The Plan
I was at a ball, in a beautiful blue ball gown. As I entered the room, and walked down the staircase, all eyes turned towards me and a murmur of appreciation ran through the crowd. As soon as I stepped onto the floor, I was swept up into a dance with a succession of graceful, handsome partners. We twirled around the dance floor, caught up in the music and the movement. As my partner leans in to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I close my eyes in anticipation of his voice. "GINNY, wake up!"
My eyes flew open to stare at the ceiling of my bedroom. "Ohhhhhh, mum!" I groan as she pulls open the drapes on my windows. "What are you doing? It's not even 6:00 o'clock yet."
"Humph." Is all I get as an answer, so I roll over to look at the clock on my bedside table. Reading 10:30, I groan again, and pull my covers back over my head. I'm vainly attempting to recall my dream, when my blankets are suddenly yanked off and I'm drenched in cold air.
"That is so not funny, mum. It is a form of cruel and unusual punishment intended to make the lives of teenagers a living hell." Wow, I think, I can come up with some pretty good stuff within the first 30 seconds of being amongst the living.
"Ginny, you must wake up. You have to go into Diagon Alley today to get your school supplies. I can't come with you this year, since I have to go help your father decharm some muggle artifacts he brought home. They don't trust him to do it alone, since he made them spontaneously combust last time. This is your last chance to do this, because next week we are going to Egypt to visit Charlie. I promised him we would come, since we haven't seen him in such a long time. And then you start school again. So, you see, you really must hurry." She announced all this while bustling around my room, picking up random pieces of clothing off of my floor. "I'll just go wash these so they'll be clean for packing."
As soon as she left, I curled into a ball and tried unsuccessfully to warm myself without my blankets, since I am much too lazy to pick them up myself. Realizing that this technique wasn't working I finally rolled off the bed to land on my knees on the floor. Cursing the sun, the cold, my mum, and anything else to do with waking me up, I stood up, wandered out my doorway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen in a half dazed sort of state.
I wandered over to the nearest cupboard and opened it to see what I might possibly have for breakfast. Amazingly there were multiple boxes of cereal inside, most likely left over from my dad's latest muggle shopping excursion, so I grabbed one and made myself a bowl. I knew all about it, of course, since I have taken Muggle Studies since first year, and now, being in fifth, I have learned quite a lot. In fact, I even take out a subscription to muggle newspapers, and a muggle magazine called "ym". I've always thought it was a good idea to be up to date on muggle news and fashion. I mean, you never know when you might need the information.
Anyway, once I finished breakfast, I wandered back upstairs, still in a semi-trance-like state. I somehow found my way into the bathroom, and from there, into the shower. After soaking for nearly half an hour, I was much more awake, and finally ready to deal with the day. Exiting the shower with a towel wrapped around myself, I walked back into my room, and stopped, staring at myself in the full-length mirror on my wall.
I hadn't ever really thought of myself as ugly, but I'd never really had much confidence in my looks either. I mean, I'm friends with plenty of guys, but none of them have ever shown so much as an inkling of a romantic interest in me. Looking at myself, I wasn't really sure why. I scanned myself with my eyes from top to toe. I looked at my waist length red hair (my best feature in my opinion), my hazel eyes, small nose, invisible chest, rounding hips, and tiny feet.
I then mentally reviewed my wardrobe. Although at Hogwarts, we have to wear a uniform Monday through Friday, we are allowed to wear whatever we want on the weekends. Most of my clothes are very conservative, very worn, or very, very big. Since most of them were hand-me-downs from either my mum or brothers, they are not that entirely flattering.
Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. I would have to go with Ron into Diagon Alley for school supplies, but since we are meeting Hermione, his girlfriend of two years, I figured it wouldn't really be that hard to ditch him. Then I would merely need to slip into muggle London. I had a bit of money stored up, not for any particular reason, but simply for occasions just like this. My plan was perfect, fool proof. The only thing left to do, is to set it into motion.
"Oh, Ron!" I called, "Let's get going."
Author's Notes: I really, really hope that everyone likes this fic. I realize that if Ginny is in 5th year, then Ron and Hermione couldn't possibly have been dating for two years, but just bear with me, it is necessary for another part of my story. Also, if you don't like people changing events of the past, I hope you won't mind because I will probably be doing that fairly often to make it work with what I want. Sorry.
Anyway, Ginny is my favorite female Harry Potter character, so I wanted to write a fic about her. Terribly sorry if anyone thinks it turns out to be a Mary Sue. I sometimes have a problem with this. Ok, so back to my main topic. Please READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter themes, characters, or ideas. unfortunately.
Chapter 1: The Plan
I was at a ball, in a beautiful blue ball gown. As I entered the room, and walked down the staircase, all eyes turned towards me and a murmur of appreciation ran through the crowd. As soon as I stepped onto the floor, I was swept up into a dance with a succession of graceful, handsome partners. We twirled around the dance floor, caught up in the music and the movement. As my partner leans in to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I close my eyes in anticipation of his voice. "GINNY, wake up!"
My eyes flew open to stare at the ceiling of my bedroom. "Ohhhhhh, mum!" I groan as she pulls open the drapes on my windows. "What are you doing? It's not even 6:00 o'clock yet."
"Humph." Is all I get as an answer, so I roll over to look at the clock on my bedside table. Reading 10:30, I groan again, and pull my covers back over my head. I'm vainly attempting to recall my dream, when my blankets are suddenly yanked off and I'm drenched in cold air.
"That is so not funny, mum. It is a form of cruel and unusual punishment intended to make the lives of teenagers a living hell." Wow, I think, I can come up with some pretty good stuff within the first 30 seconds of being amongst the living.
"Ginny, you must wake up. You have to go into Diagon Alley today to get your school supplies. I can't come with you this year, since I have to go help your father decharm some muggle artifacts he brought home. They don't trust him to do it alone, since he made them spontaneously combust last time. This is your last chance to do this, because next week we are going to Egypt to visit Charlie. I promised him we would come, since we haven't seen him in such a long time. And then you start school again. So, you see, you really must hurry." She announced all this while bustling around my room, picking up random pieces of clothing off of my floor. "I'll just go wash these so they'll be clean for packing."
As soon as she left, I curled into a ball and tried unsuccessfully to warm myself without my blankets, since I am much too lazy to pick them up myself. Realizing that this technique wasn't working I finally rolled off the bed to land on my knees on the floor. Cursing the sun, the cold, my mum, and anything else to do with waking me up, I stood up, wandered out my doorway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen in a half dazed sort of state.
I wandered over to the nearest cupboard and opened it to see what I might possibly have for breakfast. Amazingly there were multiple boxes of cereal inside, most likely left over from my dad's latest muggle shopping excursion, so I grabbed one and made myself a bowl. I knew all about it, of course, since I have taken Muggle Studies since first year, and now, being in fifth, I have learned quite a lot. In fact, I even take out a subscription to muggle newspapers, and a muggle magazine called "ym". I've always thought it was a good idea to be up to date on muggle news and fashion. I mean, you never know when you might need the information.
Anyway, once I finished breakfast, I wandered back upstairs, still in a semi-trance-like state. I somehow found my way into the bathroom, and from there, into the shower. After soaking for nearly half an hour, I was much more awake, and finally ready to deal with the day. Exiting the shower with a towel wrapped around myself, I walked back into my room, and stopped, staring at myself in the full-length mirror on my wall.
I hadn't ever really thought of myself as ugly, but I'd never really had much confidence in my looks either. I mean, I'm friends with plenty of guys, but none of them have ever shown so much as an inkling of a romantic interest in me. Looking at myself, I wasn't really sure why. I scanned myself with my eyes from top to toe. I looked at my waist length red hair (my best feature in my opinion), my hazel eyes, small nose, invisible chest, rounding hips, and tiny feet.
I then mentally reviewed my wardrobe. Although at Hogwarts, we have to wear a uniform Monday through Friday, we are allowed to wear whatever we want on the weekends. Most of my clothes are very conservative, very worn, or very, very big. Since most of them were hand-me-downs from either my mum or brothers, they are not that entirely flattering.
Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. I would have to go with Ron into Diagon Alley for school supplies, but since we are meeting Hermione, his girlfriend of two years, I figured it wouldn't really be that hard to ditch him. Then I would merely need to slip into muggle London. I had a bit of money stored up, not for any particular reason, but simply for occasions just like this. My plan was perfect, fool proof. The only thing left to do, is to set it into motion.
"Oh, Ron!" I called, "Let's get going."
Author's Notes: I really, really hope that everyone likes this fic. I realize that if Ginny is in 5th year, then Ron and Hermione couldn't possibly have been dating for two years, but just bear with me, it is necessary for another part of my story. Also, if you don't like people changing events of the past, I hope you won't mind because I will probably be doing that fairly often to make it work with what I want. Sorry.
Anyway, Ginny is my favorite female Harry Potter character, so I wanted to write a fic about her. Terribly sorry if anyone thinks it turns out to be a Mary Sue. I sometimes have a problem with this. Ok, so back to my main topic. Please READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!