-1Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

I was bored. 'Canon' pairings. Usual procedure for my first chapter. Don't read and don't review.

Harry Potter and the book to greatness.

There was also weather at 'The Burrow', it was sunny with nice puffy clouds in the sky, not sunny enough to harm any delicate skin that may be sported by those with perfect Red Hair. Such a person as Ginny Weasley who was currently swooping through the skies looking much like a cat, for some odd reason.

Making a sound like a cat soaring on a broomstick, which she did perfectly. Cat sounds, soaring on broomsticks, well everything really. She smiled happily, like a cat with the cream. She spotted Harry Potters best friend, sorry her older brother Ron, zooming rather clumsily but enthusiastically below her. Which she considered an apt metaphor. Quickly she looked up for a certain scar-headed someone., only to find Hedwig carry what looked like a ginger rug. Frowning she turned back to her half-witted brother.

"Hey Harry's best friend."

"Hey Harry's girlfriend."

They used these titles to avoid people going through the bother of actually learning their names. Which would never happen. Ginny then made some amusing joke about Ron's masculinity which considering the company was an amazing show of originality. What a wit that girl had. She still remembered her joke about Ron having a pygmy puff on his chest, where did she get pygmy puff from? Oh, yeah. She had a pygmy puff as a pet. Wow.

"So, when's Harry coming."

"I thought you kept track of all such occurrences."

"It's me or his right hand. Who would you date?"

"Err…"

"Cutting off his right hand is a small price for dating some as perfect as him."

"Err…"

"So when is Harry arriving."

"Err…"

"You know this one."

"Oh yeah! He'll be here later on."

"Cool! I can impress him with my cooking."

"But you're shit at potions, which is OK because Snape is a twat."

"Honestly Ronald! Didn't you know that while skill at potions and cooking is mandatory for Slytherin men, it's exclusive for the rest of us."

A/N You will note that any man who is good at potions in fanfic will invariably have their cooking praised, whereas Hermione who is excellent at potions will almost invariably (in a large minority of fics) have her cooking skills trashed. Despite it being the very argument used to make Snape, Draco, etc excellent cooks. Either they're idiots or fan fiction is full of bitter little bitches jealous of Hermione. Who by the way can fly. She is specifically mentioned flying in the first year. In the book. You fuckwits. No really. She can.

"So you're saying I should snare Draco or Snape?"

"Whatever Ron."

"Cool!"

Ginny watched bemusedly as he bounced away. Then again hatred was the other side of love, right? What better way to start a relationship than by pissing of your potential mate for the first 6 years. Oh, right. Stalking them like a sick little hero worshipping fan girl. Sorry.

Bored now.

Til' next time.

Ciao.