A/N: Oooh, thank you so much everyone for the reviews. I love you all! Oh, yes, I do. So, yeah! Guess what! I saw HP and the Goblet of Fire. And I have to say I loved it. So meh, to all those people who didn't. I guess, I was just happy they MADE the movie, and it hilarious! Favorite scene: Harry sitting on the couch, sulking. It made my day. And then I cried at the end and my friends picked on me. Oh ho, yes I love my friends. They are just the nicest little buggers.
-cough- But thanks for the reviews. Ginny's going to be much more unhappy and sarcastic in this chapter, being stuck in bed. ; Next chapter: Hogwarts!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else in this chapter. Heck, I probably don't even own the comebacks I think of.
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It sucks to be me.
Do you know why it sucks to be me, Ginny Molly Weasly? I am stuck in this stupid, small, cramped, stuffy bed!
This bed hates me.
It has to.
I can't believe I used to like this bed. It's stupid. My bed is mentally retarded. Just like my homosexual robes.
Not that I have anything against mentally retarded or homosexual people! I would hope my robes are gay, otherwise my robes are perverts!
Anyways, everyone else is out playing Quidditch, even Hermione. How can Hermione play? She has no coordination whatsoever. Not that I'm one to talk, but at least I can stay right-side up on a broomstick.
Hermione can't, by the way.
Really, she sucks.
I'm not even that sick. I feel fine right now, but Mum put me on bed rest, saying:
"Ginerva Weasly (A cringe on my behalf), you threw up. If one of my children throw up, they are sick, you hear me? And don't you go off telling me you're becoming anorexic like those Muggles I hear about, I won't believe it for a minute."
Well, anyways, that was the end of That Conversation.
Note the capitals.
The only good thing about being stuck in bed is that Harry keeps coming up to my room and giving me chocolate chip cookies. He tried to sneak me some of Mum's pancakes, but it didn't work out so well.
I ended up being sticky for HOURS!
Most of the time I'm fine now, but other times I feel so nauseated I can't STAND IT. Ugh. Let me tell you this:
The Flu is Evil.
Again, note the caps.
So, hence my attitude; it sucks to be me.
It sucks to be broke and unemployed and turning sixteen. It sucks to be me.
"Ginny, are you awake?"
"Yeah," I replied.
The door to my room opened slowly, and Hermione poke her head into my room.
"I brought you some juice."
Rats.
"Oh, thanks," I said, trying not to let my disappointment shine through.
"Were you expecting someone else?" Hermione sniffed and set the tray she was holding on my lap gingerly. "I can go get someone else, if you'd rather have different company."
"Oh, stuff it, Hermione. You know I don't mind talking to you."
Silence.
"So, I heard you guys playing Quidditch," I said meekly.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm really not that good. Not nearly as good as you are. Ron practically had to share his broom with me," Hermione flushed.
I grinned wickedly.
"Oh, not like that, Ginny!" Hermione said hurriedly, blushing even harder.
"Well, I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing his-"
"Who wouldn't mind sharing what?"
Ron walked into my room also, (Did I say it was stuffy before?) and sat by Hermione.
"Oh, Hermione wouldn't mind sharing your-"
"Ginny!" Hermione jumped up wildly, "Remember that thing I told you about?"
"What thing?"
What is she going on about?
"The thing we were talking about," Hermione said slowly, a gleam in her eye.
"Ooh, THAT thing. Well, I'm sure Ron would want to know about that thing!"
"NO HE WOULDN'T!"
"Are you sure, because-"
"I'm positive!"
Well, by this time, Ron had left out of sheer terror. Hermione wasn't very happy, I suppose. It might have been a guess, but the way she kept trying to strangle me might have been a hint.
"Ginny!" she practically screamed.
"Please, you're being a bit scary."
"Ginny, please, just, no more of that."
"Haven't we been through this?"
Hermione heaved a heavy sigh. (Say that five times fast!)
"Just, please don't embarrass me in front of your brother."
"Why? It's because you like him, isn't it!" I shrieked with laugher. Ha, ha, ha.
"No! I mean, well, just, don't tell anyone!" Hermione buried her head into her pillow. "I'd be so embarrassed if anyone knew."
Well, everyone knows, anyways. I personally heard from Lavender, who heard from Parvati, who heard from Seamus, who told Dean, who heard from… me.
I leaned over and put my hand on Hermione.
"Hermione dear, I'm afraid everyone knows."
Hermione looked at me horrified, and almost tearfully.
"What do you mean, everyone knows?" She sputtered.
"Everyone except for Ron of course," I crossed my legs, "But we all knew he was a complete and utter idiot."
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"What day is it today?"
"Monday."
"Oh, okay."
Wait.
Monday? It was MONDAY? Lundi? El lunes? Montag? NO! IT CAN'T BE MONDAY! We go to Hogwarts on Wednesday! I haven't even been to Diagon Alley yet!
"You haven't gotten you supplies yet, have you?" Hermione looked at me skeptically. "figures."
HAI Hermione-san!
"Ooh, and I feel like crap,"
Hermione clucked her tongue.
"I'm glad I'm not you."
"And do, pray tell, when did you get your supplies?"
"Before I came here, of course. I didn't want to inconvenience your mother." Hermione looked at me as if I were mad.
OHMIGOD!
"You're PERFECT! Are you a robot? I bet you're a robot!" I shouted wildly, accusingly pointing my finger at Hermione.
"I am none of the sort," Hermione sniffed.
"Harrumph," I grunted.
"Well, since you think I'm too perfect, I'll leave in a perfect ending," And with that, Hermione flounced out of the room.
I am once again…
Alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
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GO SHORT CHAPTERS! WHOOO.
Hey Rach, I bet you loved that Sucks to be Me part, eh? Well, good, because the sixteen part even rhymed! I am so brilliant, it amazes me.
… and there I go, being conceited again! I have to say, right now, my obsession is: Fruits Basket! If anyone wants to review to talk about it, I guarantee a huge review reply, because it rocks my face off. So, yes, Fruits Basket Love. Go Furuba! (and Momiji. Ohmigod he grows up and it's so saaaaad! ;;) But meh, Que sera sera!
Isn't that a fun word? Ohmigod? I hate it, it sounds preppy, but it's fun to type. Fweeee.
Review Replies:
griffindor-girl12: You'll see, my dear! Although it did seem quite obvious last chapter. ; I hope you liked this one!
Mei fa-chan: Thanks, Mei-san! I'm glad you liked it. Cheee.
yeah whatever: Isn't that the BEST, though. I love fluff, I just hate writing it. xDD I'm sorry to say, no fluff whatsoever in this chapter, though. And no Harry! Just a mention! Wow, that sucks.
pink gecko: Awwwr, thanks! I'm glad you like it!
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hi: I hope I didn't make you sick! LOL! Well, I'm glad you're happy, anyways!
grace: Oooh, I've ALWAYS wanted a pet named Ginny! If I get a bunny (unlikely to happen), I am so naming it Ginny! That's great! I used to have a dog… but he died. Okay! I'll shut up and stop being so depressing, it's not fun! Thanks for the review, grace!
Thanks everyone! I really hope you liked this chapter. And I hope it doesn't seem rushed, and –
-gets shoe thrown at her-
Okay, I'll shut up.
Love, Emily.
