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Author: Adora Story: Just Ginny Rating: Everyone Setting: Pre-HBP Status: Abandoned Reviews: 9 Words: 3,208
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, alright? I don't own ‘Walking on Sunshine' by Katrina and the Waves either (I'm guessing they do). Basically I don't own anything, I don't think I even own this plot (it kind of owns itself). Chapter 1: Beginning in Summer~*~*~ "Morning." "Good morning, Ginny dear! Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" I grunted. Mum is far too cheerful in the morning. It makes me wonder if she puts a Cheerfulness Charm on herself every morning. "Eggs sound good?" I don't want to think! I just woke up, for Merlin's sake! "Too—Early! Don't—Want—To—Think!" I groaned. Mum tutted, "It's noon, dear." "So?" Mum went back to cooking my eggs, muttering something that sounded like "Morse dander bothers." As I began to eat, one brother or another came through rustling my hair or pinching me, and in the twins' case, trying to sneak a Canary Cream or something of the like into my food. I was slightly more awake when Ron came in. "Lo, Gin." "Morning, Ron." Ron suddenly did a double-take. What? I'm not doing anything different from normal. Okay, so my hair is a bit messy, big whoop.
"Gin, you really need to put on some clothes." I looked down at my pajamas—shorts and a tank top. Yep, just as I thought, I'm still wearing them. "I'm wearing clothes," I pointed out to my brother. Ron began to gesture wildly. "Yeah, but you should wear … more." "Why? These never bothered you before." Ron again had trouble putting words together. "Yeah, but … The Guard is bringing Harry over today and. . . " I rolled my eyes. "Why should that make such a difference?" "Because. . .Harry's a. . . bloke!" Ron spluttered. I rolled my eyes again. It's a real wonder how a smart girl like Hermione can stand a brainless prat like my brother. "Yes, Ron. Harry is a bloke. That's why he's in your dormitory instead of Hermione's. In fact, I remember you being so aware of Harry being a bloke, that you spent almost all day yesterday trying to convince me to ditch Dean for Harry!" "Yeah, but that's different! I don't want him to actually look at you!" "Well, what do you propose he do? Wear a blindfold constantly?" "If it works!" I sighed again. Ron still won't shut up about the possibility of Harry and me. No matter how many times I tell him I gave up that torch a long while ago, he still seems to want to persist that all men besides Harry are scum. It's actually quite annoying. "I don't even know why I'm having this conversation. Harry and I are purely platonic. Now, if you would excuse me, I am going to go have shower. Oh, and by the way if you don't want me to get angry enough to do wandless magic, I suggest that you stay away," I said as I pushed my way past Ron. When I finished showering and getting dressed I went outside and began degnoming the garden. Because I am the only member of the Weasley clan that is still under age, it is my job to do all the manual labor. Part of the reason I get up so late. I am also thoroughly convinced that the reason for this is my brothers. You see, they want to make sure that, should the occasion arise, I will be able to knock out any poor bloke stupid enough to make a pass at me. But when it comes right down to it, I'm still the one who has to degnome the garden,I'm the one who has to scrub Woodra's Woodguard on the house after it rains (which is about every two weeks), and I'm the one who has to clean the windows with Everclear Glass Cleaner. And on the days when I'm not doing menial tasks like that, Mum sets me to work on the Order's headquarters. That old elf Kreacher finally died, but he left the house needing more work than usual (I guess he wasn't entirely good-for-nothing). I sighed; I really hate degnoming. In my book, degnoming the garden is second only to Potions class in the list of "Things I Really Hate to Do." And when it comes before "Being guinea pig to Fred and George's inventions," you know its bad. I sighed again. I really hate degnoming. But somebody has to do it. I got the Wireless from the kitchen and tuned it to my favorite station; I even turned it up when I heard one of my favorite songs. I'm walkin' on sunshine Whoa-oh! I'm walkin' on sunshineWhoa-oh! I'm walkin' on sunshineWhoa-oh! And don't it feel good! Ow! Half-dancing, half-throwing gnomes everywhere, I began to sing along with the song, really grateful none of my brothers were around. They always say that my singing is almost as bad as. . . Never mind. I used to think maybe you loved me, Now I know that it's true And I don't want to spend my whole life Just awaitin' for you Now I don't want you back for the weekend Not back for a day! I said baby I just want you back And I want you to stay! I'm walkin' on sunshineWhoa-oh! I'm walkin' on sunshineWhoa-oh! I'm walkin' on sunshineWhoa-oh! And don't it feel good! At this I did a jump-spin, accidentally knocking over somebody who happened to be in the close proximity. "Oh, Merlin! I am so sorry! Once I get wrapped up in a song I can't stop! Here, are you okay. . . ?" I rambled as I helped up . . . Harry Potter. Harry looked a lot different from the last time I saw him. He was tan, taller, and muscular-er. . . NO, NO, NO! BAD GINNY! VERY BAD! I'm over him! I'm over him! I'm over him! I'm over him! I'm over him! I'm over him! I AM OVER HARRY POTTER! Yet in the back of my mind, I heard a voice and it said. . . Harry good; Dean bad. "Harry! How are you? Did I hurt you? We should get you back to the house; I'm useless till my birthday in November," I rambled. Long gone were the days when I was nervous around Harry Potter, and we've been better friends for it. Harry smiled a bit. "It's okay, Gin. I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me." "I still think you should see Mum." Harry rolled his eyes. "You'll never change, will you?" "Do you want me to?" Harry laughed a bit. "No." At that moment Remus and Tonks walked over both laughing as if the fact that I had just winded the Boy-Who-Lived was the funniest thing they had ever seen. Remus, who finally calmed down enough to feign formality, said, "Honestly, Ginny! You really should be kinder to the poor boy!" I just rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at my former professor. "Sophisticated, Weasley," Tonks choked out while laughing even harder. "Well, if you lot are here just to lecture me, I'm going back to degnoming. Do you want me to tell Mum you'll be staying for dinner?" I asked oh-so politely. Remus shook his head, and Harry's face fell. "We need to get back to the Order. We have a meeting tonight." "Can I--" "NO!" answered Tonks and Remus at the same time. Harry sighed. Clearly he did not like the Order's rule of having to be out of school to be a member. "Are you sure there is nothing I can do to help? It's driving me mad. . . " Harry said pleadingly. Remus and Tonks exchanged glances. "We know, but you heard Dumbledore; the most you can do is to stay here. Please? Stay here. . . and, try to forget about the war for a while. Try to have fun," Remus said patiently. Tonks nodded. "Please, Harry?" Harry sighed in consent and both Remus and Tonks smiled a bit, obviously pleased. Tonks steped forward and gave each of us a hug. "Now you two behave," she said, wiggling her eyebrows. To me she whispered, "Make sure he smiles, don't want him getting too moody." And with a ‘pop!' they were both gone. Then the silence came. Must break awkward silence! What to say… "Where's your trunk?" Brilliant, Weasley. Harry gave a forced smile. "In Ron's room. I came back down to say goodbye to Remus and Tonks and I got caught by Hurricane Ginny. Are you always like that, or is it only when you're degnoming?" I chuckled as we trekked to the Burrow, "I always try to make less-than-enjoyable tasks more enjoyable with music. Guess I got a bit carried away." Harry nodded. "How's your summer been?" he asked politely. "Increasingly dull, yours?" Harry snorted bitterly. "Horrible. The Dursleys were awful, though they've been better since fifth year." "Well, that's something." Harry shook his head. "I wish that was all there was. Imagine, going for weeks without knowing what's going on. Just alone to think. . . about things. Voldemort, and all the people he and his cowards are killing to get to you. About all the people whose families have been torn apart because your blood resurrected him." He paused, then spat, "About how you can't do a thing to protect the people you're endangering because you're still in school." Wow. I sighed in sympathy. "Look, I don't know if this will help, but after…you rescued me from the Chamber, I was feeling horrible. All those people I could have killed..." I shook my head and tried to rid myself of the memories. "Anyroad, Dumbledore came to talk to me in the Hospital wing, and . . . I don't know. . . I ended up telling him everything. He told me that we can't control people's choices, the way they handle things, or the way that their choices affect us. The only thing we can control is the way we react to it. Vol. . .Voldemort," I shuddered and Harry looked surprised, "made the choice to become a Dark Wizard in his first year at Hogwarts, maybe even before, and from that decision so many people died. All of this is his fault, his choice. Don't you dare take all that on yourself. I've lost people I want to avenge, too." The words hung there, and I bowed my head. Colin. Danielle, my best friend. Percy. I heard Harry breathe in heavily next to me. "I hate the waiting, and the not knowing, just as much as you do. But as much as I do know, and as much as I know I could handle battle, there is so much left to learn. So much that if we don't learn it, our opponents could use it against us. We need to wait, because if we don't Voldemort might win, and if we don't have a good attitude, he already has. Besides, its only one more year until you can join the Order I think, considering, that's not that long a wait." What the Fizzing Whizzbies did I just do? I just lectured the Boy-Who-Lived, that's what! Somebody curse me now. Harry looked thoughtful. "You'll always tell me when I'm being a prat won't you, Gin?" I laughed a bit. "I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away." Harry shook his head. "Somebody needed to stop me wallowing in self-pity." Whew! Okay, so he doesn't think I'm a total imbecile. I smiled. "Glad to be of service." Harry smiled, one of the few I had seen since my third year. "Sooo," I said, "How's Susan?" Susan Bones is his girlfriend from about the middle of last year. Harry shrugged and his smile faded a bit, "I don't know. We broke up a couple of weeks ago." This is akward. "I'm sorry." Harry shook his head, "Don't be. It just didn't work out and she and I are better off as friends anyway. Have you got your O.W. L. results back yet?" I giggled. "Yeah, Mum almost died of a heart attack; I got twelve." Harry's grin was wide now. "That's great Gin! Keep this up and you'll be as smart as Hermione." I blushed. I love it when he calls me Gin. "That's what Dean said. He warned me not to though; he said he didn't want to date a bookworm." Harry suddenly stiffened. "How is Dean?" I shrugged. "Good I guess. Especially now that Ron's stopped sending him threatening letters." "Ron's just trying to do what's best for you. He really loves you." "I know," I said, frustrated. "I just wish he wouldn't treat me like I can't take care of myself." "He knows you can. Just sometimes he forgets." "Why?" Harry sighed. "I don't know Gin. There are things that go on in your brother's head that barely make sense to him, nevermind me." "So basically you're telling me to talk to him." "Basically." I smiled, "Thanks Harry." ~*~*~ To be continued.....
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