Disclaimer: snort Of course I own Harry Potter!! What the hell is wrong with you!? How dare you question that?!
A/N: This is my rewrite of Harry's fifth year. AKA - JKR HOW DARE YOU KILL SNUFFLES?!!?!
Sunday Night, Raining, My Room
So. Tomorrow is the day. The day bloody Harry Potter has to come to the Burrow. Damn him.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't hate Harry. Quite the opposite. In fact, I think I may be in love with him. Which is a problem, a big, big, problem.
Fortunately for me, I have decided that I must get over him. There is simply no other way to do it. I will have to try my best, and if I can do it, well good for me, and if not then I'm absolutely stuffed.
Why?
Because my sources (Hermione) have informed me of Harry's current... status. By this I mean single status. I'm sorry, let me rephrase that.
By this I mean Harry's current NON single status. There. Yes. That is correct. The boy who lived got a girlfriend. None other then Cho bloody Chang.
Yes. Cho Chang. I'm ashamed to even write it down. That she... she BEAT ME!
No! Bad Ginny! You're supposed to get over Harry, remember, not wonder why he is going out with Cho.
Okay. Better.
Now. Where was I? My sources have told me that the two started dating on the last day of school. By this I mean, right before we boarded the Hogwarts Express, Harry asked Cho out.
Lovely.
No wonder he was so... delirious... on the way to Kings Cross. Idiot boy. I know I'm supposed to be getting over Harry, but really, I must ask. WHY CHANG?!!?!!
Honestly, am I going to have to rant and then calm myself down and remind myself that I'm supposed to get over Harry? Is that my fate?
If so it's a terrible one. I am going to stop writing before I do damage to myself and my resolution. I am just going to write myself a message for when I have accomplished my goal though:
Ginny, I am very proud of you. In fact, I'm proud of me too, because this means we have gotten over Harry! Congratulations. May I suggest you get a boyfriend? In fact, why don't you get a Ravenclaw boyfriend? Then you, Harry and Chang, uh, Cho, can all go on double dates! Isn't that nice? Best of luck with that future Ginny. I hope you have more tolerance then I, or Chan- Cho, may be on the floor before the night is done.
That wasn't so bad, was it? No, I think I'm getting better at this already! Wow! Well mum is calling. She wants me to degnome the garden. Fun. Uh, not. The novelty kind of wears off after they start an angry mob up and try to bite your feet off, which is what happened to Ron and I last time.
- Ginny
Monday Morning, windy and drizzling, the living room
Bloody hell, Harry will be coming in like, an hour. Dad, Bill, Charlie and Ron went to fetch him from those muggles he lives with. After last time, mum thought it might be better if Fred and George stay away. As for myself, I was the one who thought it better to stay away. See? I do have my priorities straight.
And I mean I've done so well this summer avoiding Harry so far. Of course, it's been easier considering he's not even here yet. But still. I avoided sending him letters, didn't I? Not that I've ever sent him letters. The occasional love letter of course, but I always rip those up and feed them to the gnomes. Yes, with me feeding the gnomes love letters, perhaps they might stop trying to maul Ron and I.
Oh Merlin. Mum and I just had the following conversation.
"Ginny!" Mum walks into the room where I am innocently penning away in my diary. "You might want to neaten up a little dear."
"Why?"
"Well you know Harry is coming and all." Mum says.
"And..."
"Oh you know. You just might want to... look more presentable." And then she left.
Now, please explain to me here. I have never had to look presentable in front of Harry. I might want to, but I never do it. And now my mother wants me to look presentable? Is she trying to sell me off to the first bidder or something? Oh my god. Unless she knows about it.
She has to know about it. Why else would she say that? Why else? She does know!! She's my mother! Of course she knows! Doesn't she have some kind of mother radar to help her figure this stuff out? Oh Merlin. I need to talk to Hermione.
Monday Morning (still), still windy and rainy, still in the bloody living room
The Boy Who Lived has entered the Burrow. I am just tripping over myself with excitement. Not. My 'foolproof' plan sucks. It's not going to work. I'm going to be sticking my elbows in butter dishes, blushing furiously and loosing the ability to talk all summer. Thanks a lot Harry.
You know what? It didn't help that he looks even better then last time, if possible. In fact, maybe I should just dump this whole plan?
No! Stop Ginny!! Stop it! Bad! Bad! Harry equals bad!! Do you want to walk around looking like a tomato because you can't stop blushing? No, I didn't think so!!!!
Come on child! Stop this! Stop it now!
Oh crap. Here comes Harry.
A/N: This is my rewrite of Harry's fifth year. AKA - JKR HOW DARE YOU KILL SNUFFLES?!!?!
Sunday Night, Raining, My Room
So. Tomorrow is the day. The day bloody Harry Potter has to come to the Burrow. Damn him.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't hate Harry. Quite the opposite. In fact, I think I may be in love with him. Which is a problem, a big, big, problem.
Fortunately for me, I have decided that I must get over him. There is simply no other way to do it. I will have to try my best, and if I can do it, well good for me, and if not then I'm absolutely stuffed.
Why?
Because my sources (Hermione) have informed me of Harry's current... status. By this I mean single status. I'm sorry, let me rephrase that.
By this I mean Harry's current NON single status. There. Yes. That is correct. The boy who lived got a girlfriend. None other then Cho bloody Chang.
Yes. Cho Chang. I'm ashamed to even write it down. That she... she BEAT ME!
No! Bad Ginny! You're supposed to get over Harry, remember, not wonder why he is going out with Cho.
Okay. Better.
Now. Where was I? My sources have told me that the two started dating on the last day of school. By this I mean, right before we boarded the Hogwarts Express, Harry asked Cho out.
Lovely.
No wonder he was so... delirious... on the way to Kings Cross. Idiot boy. I know I'm supposed to be getting over Harry, but really, I must ask. WHY CHANG?!!?!!
Honestly, am I going to have to rant and then calm myself down and remind myself that I'm supposed to get over Harry? Is that my fate?
If so it's a terrible one. I am going to stop writing before I do damage to myself and my resolution. I am just going to write myself a message for when I have accomplished my goal though:
Ginny, I am very proud of you. In fact, I'm proud of me too, because this means we have gotten over Harry! Congratulations. May I suggest you get a boyfriend? In fact, why don't you get a Ravenclaw boyfriend? Then you, Harry and Chang, uh, Cho, can all go on double dates! Isn't that nice? Best of luck with that future Ginny. I hope you have more tolerance then I, or Chan- Cho, may be on the floor before the night is done.
That wasn't so bad, was it? No, I think I'm getting better at this already! Wow! Well mum is calling. She wants me to degnome the garden. Fun. Uh, not. The novelty kind of wears off after they start an angry mob up and try to bite your feet off, which is what happened to Ron and I last time.
- Ginny
Monday Morning, windy and drizzling, the living room
Bloody hell, Harry will be coming in like, an hour. Dad, Bill, Charlie and Ron went to fetch him from those muggles he lives with. After last time, mum thought it might be better if Fred and George stay away. As for myself, I was the one who thought it better to stay away. See? I do have my priorities straight.
And I mean I've done so well this summer avoiding Harry so far. Of course, it's been easier considering he's not even here yet. But still. I avoided sending him letters, didn't I? Not that I've ever sent him letters. The occasional love letter of course, but I always rip those up and feed them to the gnomes. Yes, with me feeding the gnomes love letters, perhaps they might stop trying to maul Ron and I.
Oh Merlin. Mum and I just had the following conversation.
"Ginny!" Mum walks into the room where I am innocently penning away in my diary. "You might want to neaten up a little dear."
"Why?"
"Well you know Harry is coming and all." Mum says.
"And..."
"Oh you know. You just might want to... look more presentable." And then she left.
Now, please explain to me here. I have never had to look presentable in front of Harry. I might want to, but I never do it. And now my mother wants me to look presentable? Is she trying to sell me off to the first bidder or something? Oh my god. Unless she knows about it.
She has to know about it. Why else would she say that? Why else? She does know!! She's my mother! Of course she knows! Doesn't she have some kind of mother radar to help her figure this stuff out? Oh Merlin. I need to talk to Hermione.
Monday Morning (still), still windy and rainy, still in the bloody living room
The Boy Who Lived has entered the Burrow. I am just tripping over myself with excitement. Not. My 'foolproof' plan sucks. It's not going to work. I'm going to be sticking my elbows in butter dishes, blushing furiously and loosing the ability to talk all summer. Thanks a lot Harry.
You know what? It didn't help that he looks even better then last time, if possible. In fact, maybe I should just dump this whole plan?
No! Stop Ginny!! Stop it! Bad! Bad! Harry equals bad!! Do you want to walk around looking like a tomato because you can't stop blushing? No, I didn't think so!!!!
Come on child! Stop this! Stop it now!
Oh crap. Here comes Harry.