Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Do you know that doxy poison mixed with rabbit dung smells like ear wax when mixed together? Well, I do. I haven't tried it, if that's what you're thinking. It is just the kind of thing you know after living with my twin brothers for sixteen years. I actually have six brothers, each one more obnoxious than the next. But I love them all. How couldn't I?

Of course, they can be ridiculously over-protective. I know what you are thinking. All brothers are a little protective of their little sisters. But my brothers take it to a whole new, twisted level. For example, when I was six years old, I had a friend named Ben Neilson. He was a prat but we had fun. One day, we were playing the garden and I tripped over a root. He bent over to help me up. It's the kind of thing a friend should do. Unfortunately, my oldest two brothers come marching over. Bill yanks Ben off of me. Now, this is quite alarming considering that Bill, at sixteen, is nearly six feet tall and quite fit. Ben was hysterical within seconds. Bill eventually let him go and he scampered across the yard as fast as his scrawny legs could carry him. I never saw him again. I was so mad at Bill that I made his hair turn bright blue. He bought me a toy broomstick to make up for it.

Brothers can be awful. But they can be fun and helpful, as well. I would be no one without my brothers, as annoying as they usually are. I am the only girl in my family to be born for decades. It is almost as though I have lifted some sort of curse. The family curse. It is quite an honor and I live up to it, I think.

I am quite a gifted witch. I'm not bragging, it is simply the truth. Everyone says so. I am also popular. Again, this is merely the truth. I would never let it go to my head, though.

It annoys my brothers to no end how popular I am with guys. I have only had three real boyfriends but have turned down many dates. I am particular about who I date. I scorn girls who will go out with anyone who happens to ask them and can snog half decently. Of course, all my boyfriends have been really good kissers. My brothers don't know this but they have found out in some very awkward ways.

My first real boyfriend was Michael Corner who I met at the Yule Ball. He was sweet and an excellent snogger but he could also be really annoying. Eventually, I got so bored with him that I ditched him, much to the relief of my brother, Ron. Don't feel sorry for him; he is quite happy with Cho Chang, I've heard.

My next boyfriend was Dean Thomas. He has a great sense of humor and awesome hair but he was so protective of me. And not in a good way. I may be a girl and I may be small but that does not mean that I'm vulnerable in any way. We argued and broke up. It was quite bitter.

My next boyfriend was probably my best. Harry Potter was my childhood crush but I eventually gave up on him. U known to me, he developed a serious crush on me while I was going out with Dean. So he was right there when Dean and I broke up with a shoulder to cry on and arms to hug me and lips to snog me. And we snogged for a very long time.

Our relationship ended very recently. He broke up with me so he could play the hero and protect me from danger.

I hate that word. Protect. Why do all the guys in my life assume that o have to be protected. I'm not vulnerable. I once cursed a guy so thoroughly that he had flying bogies attacking him for over an hour. I hate how guys underestimate me. First it was my brothers and then my boyfriends. I'm not a weak, naïve girl. I'm strong and independent. I can take care of myself. I don't want to be protected. I want to face the same world and dangers that boys face. I want to meet all those dangers head on, even if it means death. I want to prove that I don't, in any way, need to be protected.

I am Ginny Weasley, Little Sister, Brutally Honest Student, Underestimated Female.

A/N: Please review and tell me if there are any characters you want me to write rants for.

Lots of Love, Maya or Uknowho