Oh my God, oh my God. I wake up to my mother frantically screaming, "EVERYBODY, UP NOW!", using a voice enhancing charm so that her voice echos throughout the house. As if it's really necessary to deafen me before I reach my sixth year. As the ringing of her voice buzzes in my head, I remember the potions assignment that had somehow slipped my mind until last night when I had stayed up until dawn, trying to finish it.

Groaning, I get my arse out of my comfortable bed before Mum sends Fred or George to wake me up, because trust me, that would not end well. They'd just start throwing dung bombs in here and I doubt I'd have enough time to clean off and kill them all at once, considering how we're already late. I strip off my night shirt grab some underwear and then try to remember where I left those bloody muggle clothes. I thought that I left them on top of my trunk but apparently they got up and walked away. I wouldn't put it past them in this house but I see the leg of my jeans underneath my bed so I bend down to grab the clothes. Despite the fact that they are completely crinkled, I decide to wear them anyway seeing as I'll be changing into my Hogwarts robes in a few hours. But as soon as my hand reached my jeans, my door flies open.

"Oi Ginny, we're late. Mum sent me to wake you up," Ron walks in, grumbling and rubbing his eyes. I jump at the sound of his voice, forgetting that I'm in the process of getting dressed and that my clothes are still under my bed. At the sight of me, Ron visibly reddens. "Ginny, what the hell are you wearing! I'm your brother, I don't want to see that! Put some bloody clothes on!" Ron yells looking away with a jerk. I'm momentarily taken aback by his response but I look down and see that I'm still wearing my thong and bra.

"Ron get out of my room! What did you think MY room was for! It's your fault for not knocking!" I scream. Why is he still standing there!

"I'm goin—IS THAT A THONG! Only skanks where those!" Ron shrieks, his face becoming even more red. As if we didn't have enough red in our family already. Wait, did he just call me a skank?

"How DARE you call me a skank! I'm your sister! Plus, I don't see you yelling at Lavender Brown! Just because she wears one doesn't mean I'm a skank too!" I screech, feeling my eyes narrow in anger. I watch as Ron opens and closes his mouth as if he's running out of air, trying to come up with a good comeback. Great, now he's gonna throw a temper tantrum all through the long train ride to Hogwarts. Come to think of it, I really do need to get dressed.

"You take that back right now! Lavender Brown is a sweet girl and you know nothing about her!" he finally manages to splutter back at me. "And would you please, for the love of all things good, put some bloody clothes on!" Ron screams.

I snort at the idea of Lavender Brown being in any way "sweet". He should know, since he's the one that does dirty things to her in broom cupboards and in the dormitories. As I reach down to grab my jeans I hear a crack as Mum apparates into my room all while Ron is visibly fuming. Why is he still standing there?

"Ron! Get downstairs now! We have to hurry! Oh and Ginny dear? PUT SOME BLOODY CLOTHES ON, unless you want to walk on the Hogwarts Express like that!" she yells at us and Ron finally just walks away.

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I run down stairs fully clothed now with my trunk. "How are we going to make it?" I ask no one in particular.

"Well dear, we would have been able to speed but now we'll just have to apparate to somewhere inconspicuous. Come on, your going side-along with me." she snaps at me. I mean really, it's not like my argument with Ron took that long. Plus, I'm pretty sure she spent a good long time yelling at Fred and George for whatever they did that actually made us late in the first place. But I just take her hand anyways and feel my insides churn as we apparate. At least it's a better mode of travel compared to portkeys.

It takes a while to walk to King's Cross Station, but when we finally run through the portal, I see it. The big, red Hogwarts Express that's waiting to take me to one of my favorite places. I quickly say my goodbyes to my Mum, Dad, Fred and George who won't be returning this year but still wanted to see us off. Ron and I grab our trunks and head to find a compartment as the train begins to whistle for departure.

As soon as we find an empty one he dumps his stuff and mumbles something about going to find Lavender. He probably just wants to get in a quickie with her before we leave the station. At least he'll be in a better mood when he's finished. He's always in a good mood after getting laid. He was so moody over the summer. Three months without sex really took a toll on my brother. I'm sure his left hand is so happy to have Lavender so he doesn't have to do the work.

Just then Hermione comes and joins me in the compartment. She's a year ahead of me and is the best witch in her year, probably even the whole school, and she's also one of my best friends.

"So Ginny how was holiday?" she asks me with a smile.

"It was terrible!" and I launch into telling her tales of all the crap I went through this summer, like Ron's sissy fight with Fred and I beating Ron at quidditch (well, that part was good) and like this morning.

"I can't believe he called you a skank!" Hermione bursts into laughter after that story. "I mean our Ginny is like the purest thing in the world," she continues, "you think he'd expect his sister to be a virgin you know, but your family is-", she breaks off as Harry enters the compartment with Ron.

Harry is Ron's super sexy best friend. He has that whole tall, dark-haired and athletic vibe going on. As soon as I see him I get nervous because I've liked him since first year when he let me borrow a quill. Hermonie just giggles at my sudden blush and Ron is completely clueless to my reaction. How did a loser like Ron end up with a hot friend like that anyways?

"Harry I don't see why you're so mad," say Ron, continuing a conversation from earlier.

"Well Ron, I don't generally walk in on my best mate and his girlfriend. And I really had to pee!" Harry growls. This is too much. I mean, I knew what Ron was planning, but Harry walking in on them is too funny. I can just imagine the disgusted look on his gorgeous face as he slams the door on Ron. "I mean you could learn to lock the door or you could have just found an empty compartment!" Harry continues.

"Er, as pleasant as this sounds, I don't really want to hear about my brother doing the nasty in the loo" I state. Harry turns around and blushes.

"Sorry Ginny I just figured you were used to hearing about your brother's stupidity," Harry says, glaring at Ron. Well this is true; Ron acts like an idiot every day. I'm not entirely sure why Harry puts up with my brother. Maybe it's because Ron makes him look so much smarter.

We continue trading stories about Ron's stupidity for most of the train ride until Hermione tells the boys to leave so that we can change into our robes. I would jinx her for ruining my time with Harry if I didn't see the castle in the horizon. And as soon as the door to the compartment shuts, Hermione just grins at me. "So Ginny did you enjoy our train ride?" Hermione asks with a sarcastic smile. I decide to play stupid because she knows that I did.

"Of course I didn't, It was just horrible, having to talk to Harry for hours like that!" I say.

"And I hate house elves" she counters, rolling her eyes.

"Okay fine, that was one of the best train rides I've ever had, even though I have no chance with him" I pout at that last thought. What would the popular Harry Potter want to do with his best mate's little sister anyway?

"Ron didn't seem to enjoy you two picking on him" Hermione shares, not making eye contact with me. I'm pretty sure she has a little crush on my brother for Merlin knows what reason. But she would never act on it because it would interfere with her studies. Sometimes Hermione can be a total nerd and by sometimes I mean all of the time. Yet I don't understand how you can be such a genius and have a crush on an idiot like Ron.

"Well, Ron should have just left if it bothered him. He could have gone and visited Lavender's compartment," I say as I wrinkle my nose in disgust and Hermonie does the same because she's just as against Lavender as I am. But I'm not sure if that's because Ron's dating her or if she actually hates her.

Once we pull our robes on, we grab our trunks and head towards the carriages and jump into one with Ron, Lavender and Harry. Man, this is awkward. Now I have to watch Ron snog this piece of dragon dung the whole way up to the castle. Why did I get in this bloody carriage anyways? Oh, right, I saw Harry in it, that makes much more sense.

Hermione and Harry look just as uncomfortable as I do and they're not even directly related to Ron. After the three of us have a silent agreement to just turn away and ignore the inappropriate noises coming from the back of the carriage, Hermione brings up the subject of what we're taking this year. And it seems like Harry is pretty much dropping all of the classes he hates. Lucky him. I'm stuck with an extremely heavy class load while Harry gets to goof off most of the day. He even dropped potions! So much for him being an Auror.

Of course, Hermione is taking pretty much every class Hogwarts has to offer. I don't understand why she's so excited by the aspect of being stuck in a classroom for the entire day and then being stuck doing homework for the rest of the day. Well I sort of understand since Hermione Granger is the definition for nerd in the dictionary. No really, she is. We magically enchanted a few dictionaries so that they show her picture under the word "nerd" last year. She wasn't too pleased with us and incinerated the books with one flick of her wand.

It takes forever for the carriage to reach the castle and I'm getting really pissed every time I hear Ron or Lavender moaning. I mean can't they just wait to get their own bloody room? There are plenty of abandoned classrooms for them to use. I briefly think about sending Mum a letter telling her about this but then I decide that I'm not that evil. Plus, Mum sending a howler on the second day of school is not a good idea.

When we reach the castle, all I want to do is jump for joy because I can at least ditch my prick of a brother. We go in and take our seats in the Great Hall and I meet up with some of my Quidditch friends. We discuss how we're going to win the Quidditch cup this year because we always do. This year, Harry is quidditch captain and he's already developing a strategy for our upcoming game against Ravenclaw. Harry's kind of hot when he's thinking deeply even if it's about Quidditch. I can't bear to interrupt his Qudditch-obsessed mind even when Dumbledore gets up to do his speech. It's not like he says anything different than last year; just "stay out of the forest and don't go wandering late at night". It's not like Harry follows those rules anyways. I've caught him down at the kitchens in the middle of the night on several occasions. Hermione always yells at me for being down there because it's not fair to the house elves. She says that they deserve a break at night but they love giving food to me so I just sneak around without Hermione knowing about it.

After Dumbledore finally shuts up we get our magical feast and its one of the best ones of the year. Not even Ron and Dragon Dung can spoil it since they finally did get out of the carriage. There are all sorts of different types of food that those poor house elves must have slaved over for weeks. Oh Merlin, Hermione is rubbing off on me. But my pity towards the house elves does not last long once I take my first bite. It's like I'm under some magical spell that requires me to eat everything in sight. But let's face it, I'm just really hungry and haven't eaten anything all day except for a few chocolate frogs. And even then, one jumped out the window on me.

I try to contain my ravenous hunger because I know I look disgusting when I eat. I must have picked some of my eating habits up from Fred and George because I'm just a liiiittle messy. At least we have magic napkins that pick up all of the crumbs that I've probably spilled into my lap. Thank Merlin for magic or I'd probably look like a walking pile of food.

Hermonie shoots me a warning look that pretty much tells me to just take my time with my food. She's just like having another mother. She's always trying to teach me manners and is fixing my grammar all of the time. I try to make a face to say that I've gotten her message but her attention turns to Ron and Lavender who have decided not to participate in the feast and are going to eat each other instead. I wonder if I should put my two sickles in, but before I do Snape comes up and pulls them apart, scolding them. I'm pretty sure Gryffindor just started off the year with negative points. "Oh thanks dearest brother, how many points did you lose us this time!" I growl at him.

"Only ten, just relax sis," he says, rolling his eyes at me. "Well, me and Lavender are pretty tired. I think we're going to go up to the dormitories early," Ron fake yawns.

"It's Lavender and I," Hermione tells him with a slight frown.

"What?" Ron asks, looking at her as if she's lost her mind.

"It is grammatically incorrect to say 'me and Lavender'. It should be 'Lavender and I'," Hermione explains.

Pausing for a second, Ron thinks about this, then rolls his eyes and says, "Whatever, Hermione, you can handle taking the first years up right?" He doesn't wait for her to say no. "Oh just remember that the password is 'apple crumble'!" he shouts for nearly the whole school to hear as he walks out of the Great Hall with an arm swung around Lavender's shoulders.

I don't understand how my brother became a prefect. Hermione, I understand since she's a goody two shoes and a nerd, but Ron? There are so many choices other than my idiot brother. I mean if I were Dumbledore, I would have made Harry a prefect since he's probably the most perfect guy in his year. But I guess Dumbledore was stoned or something when he chose Ron. Or maybe he just pulled his name out of a hat or something.

Since Hermione didn't get a chance to say no to my prick of a brother I offer to help her and I find that Harry does the same, so the three of us round up the Gryffindors and walk up the magical staircases until we reach the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" she demands.

"Apple crumble," Hermione mumbles. She's probably still pissed at Ron for dumping his prefect duties on her. I hope she yells at him later.

"Hermione, do you wanna sleep over in my dorm tonight? I know you don't wanna hear Lavender talk about what she's done with my brother and I could really use a girl's night." I ask her. Of course she accepts my offer. She always complains about how Lavender—excuse me, Dragon Dung—will drone on and on about her "Won-Won". Only she would come up with such a stupid nickname. We take up residence in the common room and Hermione pulls out her Charms book because she always says it's never too early to study. I really don't want to study but I just scan the book anyways to find some cool spell to try on any unsuspecting first year I decide on torturing.

"Avis" I try out the spell for a while until birds came out of my wand. And then I mutter "Oppugno" and send them towards a small, mousy looking boy. And before Hermione has a chance to look up and see what I've done, I destroyed the birds. So I sit there and act all innocent while the boy gets Hermione's stink eye for interrupting her studies. Once the common room is almost cleared out Hermione tells me that she'll be back but she has to do some prefect duties before she meets me in my dormitory later.

So I stay downstairs and watch two boys play wizards chess until one boy gets mad and flips the board over in fury. When they leave, I decide to stay here and wait for Hermione. That doesn't take too long because she comes running in a few minutes later huffing and puffing. "Chill out Hermione" I say to her.

"N-no," she sputters, "You'll never guess who I just caught in the broom cupboard!" she exclaims.

AN: Hi there people of fanfiction! I'd just like to say that this is my first fanfic and i'm currently writing with the most amazing person in the world. She's the one who edits my chapters and makes them look, well, nicer then how I send them to her. In this story, Voldemort is already dead and everyone is going back to make up the year they missed. Some people (such as Fred) are still alive. Anyways I'd love to know what you think and I hope you enjoy this.
-M