'Mr. Potter put Miss Weasley down, this instant.' I am plonked down on the ground unceremoniously.

Oh Merlin.

WHY ME?? McGonagall just caught us, whilst I was complementing Harry's ass, after my smacking it and being tossed over his shoulder. Not necessarily in that order but still...

Professor McGonagall caught me hitting a guy's ass.

A fine one though it may be.

Scratch that.

A Very fine one.

But still... The shame!!

The Humiliation!!

I bet she is going to tell my mother!!

Oh NO!! All summer long it's going to be 'Ginevra Weasley!! You have shamed the entire family, you scarlet woman!! Muriel was right about you!'

And 'Now I insist on at least, at least, five grandchildren!! This house must be full of little Potter-Weasleys! Or is that Weasley-Potters'? Never mind! Oh the wedding!! My wedding dress will have to be altered but it will look splendid. Oh Arthur do you remember our wedding day...?'

And so on...

And on...

And I'm still only a teenager!!

'Miss Weasley, would you please stop making those absurd facial expressions and for once act serious.'

Was I using-?

'Yes, Miss Weasley you were, and no I am not a mind reader. You could read it from the gaze you are currently giving me.' What doesn't that woman understand?

'Sorry Professor.' I say meekly. I hang my head and Romilda Vane snickers slightly. As McGonagall turns on Harry I look up at Vane and under the cover of my flaming hair I give her the glare.

You know the one I'm talking about. The one that can make things combust.

Suddenly her skirt is on fire.

Did I do that? Nah... Must have been...

I glance round.

No, not Hermione.

McGonagall puts out the flames quickly and gives us a warning stare.

She heads off down the corridor with a smoking Vane following.

I turn to Harry completely mesmerised.

'Did you do that?' We ask each other in unison.

'No.' we both answer together.

'Weird.'

'Okay stop!'

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!' I burst through the mimicry.

'Thank you Gin, but one thing first. If you didn't do that and I didn't do that... who did?'

'Haven't the slightest clue Harry. Unless my glaring powers have suddenly developed and I can now make things catch fire... but I doubt that, well I hope not or else there isn't going to be much of any of brothers left.'

'Hmmm.' Harry looks at me oddly then smiles.

'C'mon. We didn't get detention, let's go.'

'You are a terrible influence Harry.'

'Do you care?'

'Couldn't care less!'

'Just as I thought.'

'Well it's not every day someone will take you flying across the country to fight off Death Eaters! Ha bet you weren't expecting that response!!' I say poking him in the chest.

'No I wasn't.' He says rubbing the back of his head.

'Well you know me always good for a surprise!!'

He smiles and grabs my hand. 'C'mon dinner will be over soon!'

I laugh at his mischievous expression.

He's going to show me a fun time!!

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'Well?' I look up from my Potions essay to see Becks looking down at me.

'Well what?' I whisper, I don't need Madam Pince on my back. McGonagall has been at ends with me since the Incident.

Well Incident number 217, really.

I have a history with that woman and unfortunate events.

Most of which are Becks' fault.

But with her father, she'd have to be a complete nuisance now wouldn't she?

She is currently glaring down at, fringe flopping into her eyes.

Much like a dogs' would.

Like father, like daughter, I suppose!

'Well?' She repeats, I look at her expecting more but Ms. Black is being a pain today and not giving me an inch.

'Look you are going to have to elaborate 'cause I have no idea what you are yabbering on about!! 'Well?' Does not automatically mean I know what you are referring too!!'

'You totally did a Hermione on it!!' She declares pointing at me.

'I did a what now?' I ask confused, but aren't I confused beyond belief.

'Hermione! You sounded just like her!!'

'I hope I didn't or some very strange family incidences are going to arise. Involving Ron.'

Becks cringes as I turn back to write an essay on Wolfsbane Potion.

I feel like banging my head against the desk, stupid Professor!!

Thinks he's so great! Well he's not!! He just uses others for power!! That's just manipulative not fantastically brilliant.

'That is the most appalling thing I have ever heard of!! Incest!!' She looks at me and we both exclaim.

'EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!'

Suddenly Colin skids into the table.

Yes into the table and he is knocked backwards.

Becks helps him up I just sit where I am and continue writing.

'Ron is fully conscious!!' I leap up and sprint out of the infirmary.

'Clear my stuff up would you? Thanking you muchly!!' I yell as I dart out the door ignoring the yells I'm getting from Madam Pince.

My brother is awake!! What the hell do I care about some noise in the Library?

I smack straight into the doors of the Hospital Wing.

Owwww!! My nose!

And here was me thinking Chasers and Seekers were supposed to have some grace?

Clearly, that is not the case for all.

Damnation.

I open the door and grin broadly.

'Ron!'

'Hey! Harry pass me a chocolate frog would ya?' Ron waves from his bed and turns to Harry hand out stretched.

'Still with the food eh mate?'

'I haven't eaten properly in weeks!! Give me a break. How's Katie?'

I sit down next to Harry and Hermione looks at Ron, unsure how to answer.

'I mean, she's okay right? Hermione, I don't like that look on your face, that one is never good.'

'Well, Katie? Yes, right. She's alive which is great but ammmm.'

Ron frowns at her; both Harry and I look away awkwardly.

'She's in Saint Mungos. We don't when she's going to wake up.'

'Wake up?'

'She's in a coma Ron.' Ron stares at her and then turns looking guilty.

'If I could have gotten there sooner...'

'You'd be the one in a coma, Mum would have wasted away, and I would've failed everything most likely. It's not your fault Ron, in fact according to Dumbledore if you gotten there even a few seconds later Katie would be dead. You saved her Ron.'

I look up at Ron but he has turned his head away angrily. Hermione grabs his hand seemingly without thinking, but Ron refuses to look over at her, but his ears tell us that he has noticed.

I smile and whistle at Ron.

'Come on!! No need for the pouty-ness, Princess!!'

He looks at me with a glint in his eyes.

'If I want to, I will!!'

'Awwww you want your tiara?'

'I can manage without.'

'What the hell?' Harry asks interrupting our little conversation.

We both burst out laughing, Ron stops and wheezes slightly.

'Ouch... Anyways, you better tell the tale of the pretty little princess.' Ron leans back in the bed wincing slightly, rubbing his ribs.

'Well, I was what? Four?' I ask trying to start the story.

'Bout that yeah, I was five.'

'Which is really odd, most accidental magic incidence in our family take place at six, there abouts.'

'I was the earliest.' Ron grins at this little known achievement.

'Born early too. In fact Mum nearly lost him.' Yeah was over a month premature!!

There's something you didn't know!

'Anyway, back to this tale of intrigue and much humour...'

--/-- FLASHBACK! --/--

'Ginny we are not going to play with you!!' Fred turns towards me, scowling.

'Fwreedie!!' (A/N: Gin is four here! Fred and George are seven)

'No!! We are way too old for that... what's the word George.'

'Gobbledygook'

'Yeah and in our older and'

'Much in our significant olderness' (A/N: Theses kids grew up with Percy!! I'm sure the twins would have had much fun in acquiring some of his vocabulary in order to mock him...)

'WE will not play little Princesses with you.'

'But you played with me yesterday!!' I whine at them, pouting.

'But not today, not ever!!' Fred declares folding his arms. I turn and run down the pathway to Ron.

'Ronnie!!' Ron glances up at me from the book he's holding.

'What are you doin'?' I ask confused, Ron never reads books like this. It looks boring...

'Mummy.' (Mum used make us read books, really boring ones at least once a week. Those times are probably the best nap times I ever had a kid...)

'Oh.' I sit myself down next to Ron. He looks at me, his ever wide eyes, curious.

'What did the twins do?'

'They won't pway with me!!' Ron gets up and marches off down the path. Well as much a gangly five-year-old can.

'Gred, FORGE!!' (Yeah, Ron kept getting their names mixed up so he created Gred and Forge and many other hilarious names...)

'Yes, ickle Wonikins?' George questions.

'Why won't you play with Ginny?'

'Cause we-'

'Are much too old-'

'For that baloney. That's the right word, isn't it?'

'Indeed it is.'

'Play with her, you're being mean!!'

'YOU PLAY WITH HER!!'

'Be nicer to Ginny!'

'Make us!' The twins chorus at Ron.

'Fine.' Suddenly Rons' face tightens in concentration.

BANG!!

'HOLY-' Fred starts,

'MOTHER-' George continues...

'OF MERLIN!!' And they finish.

'Fred, George!! What on earth are you two up to... holy crap!!' Charlie strolls into the garden looking well rather bemused as he does, quite a lot of the time. He burst out laughing.

'BILL!! You have to see this!!' Bill also comes strolling in a rather put out Percy following.

'Did you do this Ron? Sweeeeeeeeeet!!' Ron nods and smiles brilliantly at Charlie. Bill blinks for a moment at the Twins appearance.

'MERLIN!! The Twins have turning into fucking little princesses!!'

And so they have, all I remember really is a blur of pink but Ron supplies the image of long red hair with pink glittering tiaras and glass slippers, the works. You know... frilly dresses, corkscrew curls, oh so badly done make-up...

'I'm the cutest fucking princess!!' George exclaims.

'No! I am!!' Fred counters.

Then Ron much to everyone's surprise bursts out 'Since I'M the one who did this I think that I am the cutest fucking princess!! I mean Prince!'

'WILLIAM WEASLEY!! What do you think you are doing!? Corrupting their young minds with such filthy language??'

'The twins are already pretty corrupted Mum.'

'WILLIAM!!'

--/-- END OF FLASHBACK --/--

'That was your first sign of magic??' Hermione asks astounded.

'Yup. Pretty cool huh?'

Harry is laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

Ron is laughing best he can, but he mostly ends up wheezing but the tears of laughter show us the true amusement of my brother.

Hermione is giggling and looking at Ron with admiration.

'That makes my first sign of magic pale in comparison.' She muses, still giggling.

'What was your first sign of magic Hermione?' I ask curiously whilst patting Harry on the back due his choking. On his own spit apparently.

What a clever boy I landed myself with.

Rolls eyes...

'Well, I accidently catapulted myself from a swing and into a tree. Which was a huge oak tree.'

Wow... Suddenly I am hit with an image a Hermione flying through the air...

Seems unbelievable...

'Is that why you hate flying?' Ron asks. Hermione nods in conformation.

Wow... Flying Hermione.

Huh...

I shake my head and rid myself of the image of Hermione flying over the Whomping Willow shrieking.

Madam Pomfrey bustles in.

'Out, out, OUT!! It is nearly your curfew and Mr. Weasley shouldn't be over stimulated. Ron groans and leans back in the bed.

'Can I at least have a chess set?'

'So what you can beat yourself?' Harry asks.

'No, so for a change I actually have a challenge.' He quips grinning from his bed looking much cheerier.

'You are so weird Ron.' I say shaking my head.

'So says the girl going out with her brothers' best friend.'

'That has nothing to do with-'

'OUT!!'

'Night! Madam Pomfrey, Ron.'

I hug Ron before walking out with Harry after Harry slaps Ron on the shoulder.

Guy thing. Grrrr!!

Machoness!!

Whooooaaaaa!! Sorry I always find the guy inner workings amusing.

But what is so completely hilarious is when Hermione kisses Ron goodbye on the cheek, his cheeks flame up so quickly it looks like he was hexed red. He splutters and Madam Pomfrey glares and mutters about 'over stimulation' which causes Hermione to blush.

Teehee!!

We walk back to the Common Room, laughing and feeling much better then we have in weeks. Until Harry and Hermione stop. Of course, I, not expecting this trip and land on the floor.

See you can't resist the floor!!

I can try!! Leave me ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO MARRY A FLOOR!!

Its fate darling!!

Please! My fate is apparently going to be me eaten by a giant marshmallow. (Thank god Becks is not that good at dream interpretation. Highly humorous though!)

I get off the ground and look towards the spot where Harry and Hermione are staring so intently.

A bolt of shock runs through me and I nearly collapse.

On the wall emblazed are words I wished I'd never see again.+

My darling Ginny, ready to continue the Dark Lords great work?

Tom...?

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