Excuse Me... My LIFE is Waiting!

Chapter One-Sexy Beast...The Weasley Way

During my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was almost completely ignored. In my hermit state, I spent much time in the library, trying to figure out ways to better myself. I just didn't know how I wanted to be improved.

Then one day it hit me. I sat in my corner of the library, finishing some homework, when I heard a faint girly giggle and someone else moan and gasp for breath. Naive as I was, I had no idea what was up. I got up to go ask whomever it was to simmer down, and when I rounded the bookcase I saw exactly what the fighting for breath was all about. Apparently, they hadn't realized the library was a place to study subjects and learn new things. Well, they were learning, I'd never seen bodies make such positions before, so I guess that was kind of educational, but I'm almost positive that that subject isn't in the Hogwarts curriculum.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I had finally realized what I wanted. As a fifteen-year-old girl, I had desires. I had needs! I desired someone to touch me like that and I needed to learn how to please a man that way!

So my search began. I looked for all the beauty spells and potions I could possibly find. I looked up every single sexual education book in the Hogwarts library. I was on my way to becoming an attractive, experienced Parv- I mean Virginia Angela Weasley.

So what did I work on first? I practiced my charm! One night I found Seamus Finnigan sitting in the common room alone. I walked over to him and plopped down on the chair. That afternoon I had transfigured all my shirts into tight V-necks, so I was almost positive I had at least one thing going for me.

"Hi Seamus," I said as I sat down, "What are you up to?"

"Just reading," he replied, "Where's your homework?"

"I finished all mine already. I'm a good student!" I said with a light giggle and a flip of my hair.

"Do you think it's a bit warm in here? Wow, I'm overheated!"

With this I took off my school robe and was left in my shirt and school skirt. I then proceeded to stretch, exposing my body for Seamus to see.

(Remember...giggle and flip, giggle and flip. Then stretch and put your elbows together. Giggle, flip, grin, exposed bra strap!

That's it! Now lean closer.)

(Seamus was confused. Ginny was thoroughly embarrassing herself. She was purposely trying to flirt with him, but it wasn't working.)

As I noticed that Seamus wasn't affected by my...attentions, I trudged back up to my dorm room and formulated a new plan.

Okay, so I had a rough start. I don't care. I would show them who was queen later.

By the last day of school, I had enough spells, potions, and information to make Lavender and Parvati jealous. I had all the skills of a fully trained Witch Beautician. I was invincible.

Invincible until I saw Hermione kiss Harry. I then became Mush. Mush is irritable. Mush overreacts. Worst of all, Mush smacks her brother Ron at any mention of his two best friends. Luckily for my family, I lost contact with Mush after about a week of holidays. I decided to focus on the New Improved Ginny Project. First order of business, perfect that bloody flirtation. Luckily, there are spells for almost anything.

I decided against pulling out my project notes until the last month of summer. That way, my thickheaded brother wouldn't realize anything until we got to school, and by then it would be too late! (Insert evil laugh here.)

I stood in front of the mirror with my wand in one hand and a list of charms in the other. I started going down my list; my wand pointed at me the whole time.

"Attrait! Aucunes taches de rousseur! Les courbes au monde!" There was only one more left for tonight, "Charmeur!"

I then dropped my wand and tore up the list. I needed as little evidence as possible.

At this point, I looked in the mirror. Words can't explain how good I felt at that moment. Oh, yes they can. I felt on top of the world! I tried a little hair toss and a small giggle. At that moment I think I fell in love with myself. I then developed a chant to recite to myself every morning from then on:

Ginny you are a sexy beast.

As the summer progressed, I improved something about myself every

Saturday as Ron, Gred, and Forge practiced their quidditch outside. By the time Harry came for the last two weeks of summer, I was an irresistible siren. I had filled out in my flat areas, and that American muggle rapper (Sir Mix-it-up I think his name was) would have a field day writing about my rear end.

My ginger hair fell down to the curve of my back, completely devoid of curls. I had no more freckles on my body, just a light sprinkling on my nose and cheeks. I had perfected my flirting skills and I was ready to face the world! (A/n NO SHE IS NOT A MARY SUE!)

As I heard the commotion begin downstairs, I knew it meant Harry was here. I proceeded to change into some of my transfigured clothes and slowly made my way to the living room.

I slipped into the receiving line of redheads, waiting for Harry to get to me. Once he did, his reaction was priceless. He looked like a sixteen-year-old boy who had noticed his best friends little sister looked astounding... wait a second... he was! While he was busy finding his jaw amongst the mass of things on the floor, I busied myself with carrying his things up to Ron's room. After setting his luggage down, I pulled out my wand and hastily whispered, "Veela pouvoir!" as Harry bustled in. Again his jaw betrayed him and the eyes that I had stupidly compared to a toad, were raking over my body, taking my form in. I could almost sense the puddle of drool pooling at the poor boy's feet. Before you could say, "Jack Robinson!" he pounced on me, slamming me into a wall as he kissed me frantically. He then hastily retreated as an angry Ron towered over him.

As the yelling match began, I quietly crept out of the room. If I were my mother, I would be so proud!

I grinned as I thought to myself, Ginny you are a sexy beast.