A/N:Hi there, I haven't written a proper A/N for a while cos I've been rushing to get everything done on time. Here is a Ginny/Weasley fam fic that I hope everyone will enjoy, and I can't believe its my second term with this comp, what a journey its been.
Would love if you could drop me a review :]
Thank you to my lovely betas herochick007 and Sidhi, it was very short notice and I'm very thankful you had the time to beta it.
Word count excluding A/N 1940
For Hogwarts term 13
Assignment 1
Medievil & Renaissance Studies
Task 2:
Write about someone who will do anything to get what he/she wants.
Writing club
Assorted Appreciation with Liza
genre: humour or crack
Record Collection with Bex
5: Dialogue: "You're gonna miss me when I'm not there."
Book club:
Two-Bit
Action: Grinning
Character: Ron Weasley
Word: goofball
Emotion: Joy
Object: Bottle
Trait: Easy going
"Ginevra Weasley! How dare you steal your brother's trunk!" Molly Weasley shrieked, her face turning as red as her hair, her hands clenched tightly in fists.
"Mum, I didn't!" Ginny whined, throwing herself onto the nearby couch, burying her face amongst the pillows.
"Ginny, get up and go de-gnome the garden!" Molly said angrily, pulling the young girl to her feet and shooing her through the back door.
Ginny groaned, why did she never get anything her own way?
It was always about the boys, always, and she had, had enough of it.
She made her way moodily to the bushes where the gnomes tended to hide in the dark of the nights, making it harder for Ginny to spot them out in the darkness.
She looked over her shoulder and glared at her older brother who was grinning happily as he drank from his alcohol free butterbeer.
He made his way over to her, lazily swinging his free arm while taking another swig of his cool drink.
"Go away!" Ginny groaned, aiming a well aimed kick to Ron's ankle, knocking his feet from beneath his clumsy figure. Ron chuckled as he crumpled to the grassy floor beside her, tapping her knee cap with his now empty bottle.
"It's not fair!" Ginny complained, throwing another gnome over the fence with more ferocity than would have been necessary in this particular situation.
"What isn't?" Ron asked, a smirk lighting up his face as he hurtled another shrieking gnome over the fence.
"All you lot. You always get everything!" Ginny whined, bending down over to lick up another gnome.
The gnome shrieked and clung to her small hand as she tried to throw it angrily over the fence.
"Oh, because ickle Ginnikins isn't a boy like us?" Ron chuckled, patting his younger sister on her back as he stood up from the wreckage of the bush.
"Mum's not gonna be happy that the garden is a mess. You better tidy it up, servant girl!" Ron whooped, kicking up soil as he trudged back to the house and disappeared inside, dropping his glass bottle in the large garbage bin beside the door.
The glass made a not so satisfying crash as it landed on top of other glass bottles.
The sound made Ginny jump as she made her way to the shed to grab a rake to clean up the bush.
Maybe life would be better as a boy, Ginny thought to herself as she raked up the garden and tidied up the bush wreckage.
Ginny had been thinking about what Ron had said to her that night he had helped her de-gnome the garden, and she believed that she could change into a boy.
It was the day when the boys, plus Molly, were off to Diagon Alley to get school supplies. Ginny had immediately complained because she didn't want to go somewhere, when she wasn't getting anything and it would be just a waste of her time. Thankfully, Bill had offered to stay home and watch over her while they all went out, and Ginny felt ecstatic. As her head put it, she could finally put her magnificent idea into action.
Bill reclined on the couch with yet another book as Ginny headed off up the rickety stairs to her parents' bedroom. She quietly opened the door and padded carefully across the room to the bedside dresser. She rifled through the contents of the drawers and at last found the pair of hair scissors that her Mother always used to cut their hair.
Ginny knew it was awfully wrong to snoop around in other people's business, and she knew it was even more wrong to take someone else's property, but Fred and George did it all the time, so it couldn't be that bad, could it?
She slid the scissors into her sleeve and headed out of the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her, and crept back down the stairs and out into the backyard.
"Where are you off to, Gin?" Bill called questioningly after her retreating figure.
"I'm going to go practice some flying techniques. I'll be back before you know it!" Ginny shouted over her shoulder as she swung open the shed door and headed inside.
The shed was cluttered with various Muggle items that her Dad had collected over the years, but Ginny really just wanted to find that little hand held Muggle mirror that had an unmoving image of a graceful dolphin on the back of it.
Finally, she came to the back corner and found the mirror sitting on an old three-legged stool.
Ginny cautiously took the mirror and slid it into her sleeve where the scissors pressed coolly against her skin. She headed out of the shed, mounted her broom and made her way to the field where she then sat shaded under the large willow tree that stood tall amongst the rest.
She carefully took the scissors and mirror out of her sleeve and carefully began cutting off her long, red locks.
Half an hour later, Ginny sat in a sea of red hair with a satisfied grin plastered to her face, her hair cut precisely short like a boys, just tickling the bottom of her jawline. Ginny gathered up the cut hair and buried it in the soil underneath the large roots of the tree, making sure it was not visible by anyone, especially not her family. She pulled the hood of the hoodie she was wearing over her head and sped off on her broomstick.
When she arrived home, she put away the little mirror and her broom and tried, unsuccessfully, to creep passed Bill.
"Isn't it a bit too hot to be wearing a sweater, gin?" he asked her as she stood on the first rickety step.
"Nope, not at all!" Ginny said quickly, pulling the hood tighter around her head.
"Well then, carry on with whatever it is you're up to. I'd have a shower if you've been zipping around on a broom for that long." Bill smiled, flipping a page in his book.
Ginny quickly hurried up the stairs, taking two at a time and placed the scissors back where they belonged.
She decided to get some of Ron's old clothes from the attic because, if she was going to be a boy, she better dress and act like one.
She hurriedly picked up a pile and took them down to her room where she tried them on and finally finished her brand new comprexion.
"Ginny, I've made you some food!" Bill called up the stairs.
Ginny agreed, she was definitely much hungrier than she had thought earlier and she scurried down the stairs, forgetting that she was now not wearing a hood and her short hair was in sight.
"Ginevra!" Bill shrieked, dropping the plate he was holding and gawked at the sight of his youngest sibling.
"What? Oh." Ginny said, realising that her new look had been caught.
"What have you been doing?" Bill chuckled to himself as he cleaned up the mess on the floor.
Ginny sighed, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"I cut my hair, duh, can't you see that?" she quipped back at Bill.
"Well obviously, but why?" Bill asked, trying to control his laughter.
"Because you're a boy and you get everything. Mum and Dad get you boys whatever you want, and I'm not a boy!" Ginny cried out, frustrated.
"Ginny, you're such a goofball. Mum and Dad love you just as much as the rest of us, and you get the same amount of stuff as we do." Bill sighed, taking a seat across from her, pushing a steaming mug of hot chocolate across the table.
Ginny took the mug graciously, feeling a bit embarrassed that she had been trying too hard to get what she wanted, but she knew she wasn't done, she had another plan up her sleeve.
"Pass the quaffle, Gin!" George yelled over his shoulder at his sister.
Ginny expertly hung upside down from her broom and dropped the quaffle down to her brother, swinging herself back upright onto her broom.
"Thanks, Gin!" George called after her as she sped around the field.
"Hey, Gin?" Ron asked, pulling up beside his sister, barely managing to stay on his broom.
"Yeah!" Ginny replied as she helped him settle on his broom.
"You're gonna miss me when I'm not there." Ron sighed.
"Ron, it's here, not there!" Ginny giggled as she caught the quaffle once more.
"Well, I meant here, not there. But I'll miss you, too, you know?" Ron grinned as he wobbled unstable on his broom.
"We will all miss you when we've gone back to Hogwarts, but we'll all write you a letter or two!" Fred and George said in unison.
Ginny grinned, she was definitely one of them, but she still felt that pang of sadness, knowing that all her brothers were going off to someplace she couldn't.
The boys won't notice, no one will, Ginny thought to herself as she sat between Percy and Ron in the backseat of their car. All the boys ′off to Hogwarts and no one was there to stay home with her, so Ginny had to go along, even though she thought she was old enough to stay home alone.
Her plan to sneak into Hogwarts was definitely going to work, especially when no one was really paying her much attention at all.
So, as they wlked through the wall of platform 9 and 3 quarters, Harry Potter in tow, Ginny smiled as she stood behind Ron and slipped into his trunk unnoticed. Ginny was only able to fit into the trunk due to the extension charm that Molly had put on all of them. It was stinky, and very squashy in Ron's trunk, but Ginny didn't care, she was going to Hogwarts, she had reached her final goal.
She felt Ron heft his luggage up onto the train, and then into the truck rack in a compartment with Harry Potter.
Half an hour had passed before Ron decided, after Hermione had barged in and told them to change into their robes, to open up his trunk and retrieve his robes, only to grab his sister's still short hair.
"Ouch!" Giny yelped, jumping out of the trunk and landing on the floor.
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed, dropping his robes onto the floor.
"I wanna go to Hogwarts like the rest of you!" Ginny complained, covering her eyes as she noticed the other boy undressing.
"Blimey Ginny, you should go home." Ron said, his cheeks tinged with a shade of pink as he embarrassedly dragged his sister from the compartment.
"I don't want to go home!" Ginny complained, trying to pull her arm out of Ron's grasp.
"Well, you only have a year till you get to go!" Ron chuckled, finally spotting his older brother Percy's red hair through a compartment door.
He slid the door and marched his sister in, stopping her right in front of Percy.
"Ah, look what the cat dragged in." Percy said, patting his sister on the shoulder.
"She hid herself in my trunk somehow, and jumped out just as I was getting into my robes." Ron rushed on as his brother gave them a pointed look.
"It was my fault." Ginny admitted, shrinking back into the shadows.
"Mum and Dad will get you from the platform. You'll have lot of explaining to do, Ginevra." Percy said sternly as he pulled her to the seat beside her.
Great, Ginny thought to herself, I've definitely got myself into more trouble than Fred and George combined.
