I’m Not a Muggle Not Yet a Wizard

I'm Not a Muggle Not Yet a Wizard

By Mariposa

Ch 2

Ginny Weasley was walking down the hall when her twin brothers jumped out in front of her.

"God! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" she exclaimed.

Fred grinned devilishly. "Ginny, your lover boy is going to be here any moment."

Ginny blushed profusely. The twins were always teasing her about her crush on Harry.

"Don't you want to look good for your luv-ah?" George said.

Ginny looked down at the black pants and white t-shirt she was wearing. "What's wrong with what I have on now?'

Fred making a tisking sound with his tongue. "Dear little Ginny, haven't you learned anything growing up with six older brothers? Guys like to see a little skin!"

"But remember," George added with a grin, "You're not a girl, not yet a woman."

"Huh?" Ginny said as the twins dissolved into laughter and walked away.

Ginny thought for a second and went into her room to change into a purple tanktop. She also brushed her hair 1000 times and put on a little make up.

She began to freak out when she heard her mother's voice say, "Hello Harry! It's so wonderful to have you here."

She smiled dreamily when she heard Harry greet everyone.

"Harry's here! WHOO HOO!" Fred shouted as he and George clamored down the stairs to greet their friend.

Harry grinned. He had never had such a warm welcome!

"You're just in time for dinner, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "Why don't you take your stuff up to Ron's room."

"Okay," said Harry as he followed Ron upstairs.

"And tell Percy and Ginny dinner's ready, Ron," Mrs. Weasley called after them.

While Harry put his stuff away in Ron's room Ron told Percy dinner was ready. Percy greeted Harry on the way down.

"Ginny, dinner's ready," Ginny heard Ron call through her door.

"Okay coming!"

Ginny gave one last look at herself in the mirror. Ugh, when did I become so vain? She opened her door and found herself facing Harry and Ron.

Harry smiled at her. "Hi Ginny!"

Oh my God! He's so cute! Why can't he be ugly? Oh my God, I want to -

"Hi Harry," she said hoping she wasn't blushing too much.

"I like your shirt," said Harry admiring her for a while. "The color goes nicely with your hair."

"Er thanks," said Ginny. She giggled and brushed past them.

Ron gave Harry a look. "Dude. Were you just hitting on my sister?"

"What? No! Of course not! I was just, uh, complimenting her.

"Yeah, whatever." Ron gave him a skeptical look.

They went to the kitchen and took their seats. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were at the ends of the table with Harry, Ron and Percy on one side and Ginny and the twins sitting across from them. Mrs. Weasley had made a wonderful meal of pot roast and mashed potatoes and gravy. They all hungrily served themselves.

"So Harry, don't you have a birthday coming up in a couple of days?" asked Mr. Weasley.

Harry nodded. "In two days."

"Well Mr. Weasley and Percy and I are going to a play that evening, but we can certainly celebrate your birthday in the afternoon," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Great," said Harry. He was just happy someone actually remembered his birthday.

"Hey can we invite Hermione over for Harry's birthday?" Ron asked. He ignored the snickering coming from the other side of the table.

"Of course," Mrs. Weasley said. "It will be nice for Hermione to spend the whole day with us."

They continued eating and chatting.

Ginny felt Fred nudge her. "I see you took our advice little sister," he whispered. "And it looks like it worked. Look at Potter."

Ginny casually looked in Harry's direction and caught him staring at her. He quickly turned his head. Ginny turned back to Fred who winked at her.

After dinner Ron wrote a letter to Hermione inviting her to Harry's birthday party. Little did he know, Fred and George were writing their own invitations.

* * *

It was Harry's birthday and Mrs. Weasley had made Harry a wonderful chocolate cake. They ate as Harry opened presents. Harry was in the living room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Percy, Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione. She had been able to stay for the day.

"This is from the Missus and myself," Mr. Weasley said handing Harry a gift. It was a maroon sweater and homemade fudge.

"Wow, thanks," said Harry. He really didn't mind he got the same thing from Mrs. Weasley every year. At least she cared.

"Open ours next, Harry," Fred said giving him his and George's gift.

Harry opened it cautiously. He was relieved to see it was a book entitled "101 Wizard Jokes".

"Here you go, Harry," said Percy giving him an envelope.

Harry opened it and found a ticket to the art exhibit in London.

"Thanks, Percy."

"I'm next!" Hermione said as she handed a heavy gift to Harry who instantly knew it was a book. He was right: "The Game of Quidditch."

"Thanks Herm. This might be a book I may actually read."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ginny shyly handed her gift to him.

"Wow, thanks Gin!" he said once he had opened the paper and discovered a smooth piece of amber.

"You really like it?" she asked flushing a bit. "It's a wishing stone."

"Yeah, it's beautiful."

"Last gift," Ron said.

"I love it Ron!" Harry grinned as he opened the Quidditch poster Ron had given him. The players were flying around on it.

Ron grinned.

* * *

"Now it's time for the real party!" Fred grinned once Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Percy left to go to the play.

"Excuse me?" said Ron.

"I already sent the invitations out," said Fred.

"Huh?" said Harry.

Fred slapped Harry on the back. "You're turning sixteen!"

"Fifteen."

"Whatever, and you need a big party to celebrate your big day. So we're just gonna have a little party, you know. We invited a few of our friends from Hogwarts. No biggie."

Obviously Fred's idea of a "little party" wasn't the same idea as Harry's. That evening students from Hogwarts kept streaming into the doors. Some were students that Harry knew and some weren't. Among them were Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Neville Longbottom, Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown, Cho Chang, Padma and Parvati Patil, Lee Jordan, Seamus Finnigan, and tons others.

George had used his wand to make the main room into a dance floor. A bright disco ball hung from the ceiling. Music filled the air and food appeared on the tables. Harry knew that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would not be happy with this situation, but everyone was having a good time and it was so nice that everyone cared about his birthday.

The doorbell rang and Ron answered it.

"Malfoy!" he moaned.

"Weasley! You're having this party?"

"It's Harry's party. What are you doing here anyway?"

Draco held up his invitation.

Damn that Fred! Ron thought.

"Go away, Malfoy. My brother made a mistake inviting you. It must have been an accident."

He started to push Draco away, but Draco stopped the door from closing by putting his arm on it. "Whoa! Who is THAT?"

Ron followed Draco's gaze. He was looking at GINNY who was dancing in a forest green slip dress, her red hair going wild as she swayed her head to the music.

"That's my sister!" growled Ron.

Honestly, why was everyone gawking over his baby sister?

"Whoa, she's nice," said Draco, not taking his eyes off her.

"Get out of here!" Ron roared, but Draco pushed past him.

"Jerk alert!" Ron called.

Draco looked back over his shoulder and gave him a Look. He walked over to Ginny who was now leaning against a table, drinking a glass of punch.

"Well hello there," Draco said. "You must be a broomstick, because you swept me off my feet!"

Ginny stifled a laugh. "Honestly Draco, is that the best pick up line you can come up with? That was so lame. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Now is that a way to treat a guest? You're looking very lovely," he said staring at her body.

She glared at him and started to walk away.

"Don't you want to dance with me?" Draco said, grabbing her arm.

"I'd rather not, thanks. And get your hands off of me!"

"Come on, just one dance please," Draco whined.

God he was so pathetic! But he did look pretty good in his leather pants....

Ginny smiled slyly at him. "Well, since you asked so nicely.....Okay one dance."

Draco smirked at her. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my charm."

"Don't press your luck, Draco. Now wait here. I'm going to pick out a song."

Ginny walked over to her dad's collection of Muggle CDs. She found what she was looking for and walked over to Lee Jordan who was DJing the party.

"Hey, Lee, can you play this CD, song five?"

"Sure, Ginny."

"Thanks." She strolled back to Draco. "All right, let's dance."

She and Draco began to dance when the song started.

We are young.

Heartache to heartache we stand.

No promises. No demands.

Love is a battlefield.

We are strong.

No one can tell us we're wrong.

Searching our hearts for so lo-ong

Both of us know it, love is a battlefield.

Ron was standing next to Harry and Hermione by the snack table when he saw Ginny and Malfoy dancing together.

"What the hell is Malfoy doing with my baby sister?" he fumed.

"Relax, Ron, they're just dancing," said Hermione putting her hand on Ron's arm. "How about you and I dance?"

"Okay," he agreed. There was no way in hell he was going to pass up dancing with The Woman of his Dreams. Besides Hermione was looking mighty fine in a sleeveless orchid-colored satin strapless dress with a rose patterned lace that nicely shaped her curves.

As he was led to the dance floor and looked back at Harry and mouthed, "Keep your eye on Malfoy."

Harry managed to sip on his pumpkin juice, chat with people who came up to wish him a happy birthday and keep an eye on Malfoy all at the same time. He smiled at Ron and Hermione dancing. He knew they both liked each other, but didn't know the other liked them back. Something told him that those two would be a couple in no time.

You're making me cold; you're making me stay.

Why do you hurt me so bad.

It would help me to know, do I stand in your way?

Or am I the best thing you've had?

Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why.

But I'm trapped by your love and chained to your side.

His eyes wandered back to Ginny and Malfoy. Ron's sister sure had become a knockout. She was slender with creamy white skin. Her luminous silky red hair looked so beautiful under the dance light. It hung down her back in whipsy curls and her brown eyes were full of life.

We are young. Heartache to heartache we stand.

No promises. No demands. Love is a battlefield.

We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong.

Wow, I never knew Ginny was so pretty, Harry thought. She looks so beautiful in that green dress. It looks so ravishing with her red hair. Redheads sure are gorgeous creatures. They should be considered an eight wonder of the world. I feel so blessed my mum was a redhead. I'm so blessed my best friend is a redhead. Maybe I should ask Ginny out so I'll have a redheaded girlfriend. (A/N: In case you couldn't tell, I'm a redhead and damn proud of it! :b)

His thoughts were interrupted when the song changed to a slow one. He smiled when he saw Hermione and Ron put their arms around each other, but frowned when Ginny put her arms around Malfoy's neck and Malfoy encircled her waist with his arms.

Gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I'm older

This mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
Through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life, there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
Can't stop now, I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life

Apparently Ron had been keeping an eye on Malfoy and his sister too.

"Ow! Ron!" Hermione exclaimed as she felt Ron's hands tighten around her waist. "You're holding me too tight."

"Sorry," he said loosening his grip. "It's just that that slimy Slytherin has his filthy paws on my sister!" He scowled.

Hermione danced around so she could see Draco and Ginny. "Your sister doesn't seem to mind. Besides, Harry's keeping his eye on them. He'll take care of it if Draco tries anything."

"He better not try anything!" Ron glowered.

"Let it go, Ron. You don't want to do anything stupid to ruin Harry's party."

"What would I do stupid?" Ron twirled Hermione around so he could keep his eye on Malfoy. "Oh my God!"

"What?" asked Hermione.

"His hands are awfully close to Ginny's behind! That bastard! That's it! I'm going over there to give him a piece of my mind!"

"Wait, Ron! Harry's walked towards them. He'll take care of it."

Ron relaxed. "Thank God. I'm still going to give that creep what he deserves the first time I see him at Hogwarts."

Harry had also noticed Malfoy putting his dirty paws on Ginny, getting awfully close to her derriere. He also saw Ron looking at them giving Malfoy the evil eye and smoke was almost coming out of his ears. It was time for Harry to move in. He walked up to Malfoy and tapped him on the shoulder.

"What do you want, Potter?" he snapped.

"I would like to cut in please," Harry said politely.

Malfoy scowled at him. "Can't you wait, Potter?"

"No. I would like to dance with the lady now. I am the guest of honor after all."

"Fine," Malfoy snapped as he let go of Ginny and Harry took his place. He shot Harry a nasty look as he went to get some butterbeer.

I want to know what love is
I want you to show me
I want to feel what love is
I know you can show me

"Are you okay?" Harry asked Ginny.

"I'm fine," Ginny replied. Oh my God. I'm more than fine. I'm on cloud nine! I can't believe Harry Potter asked me to dance. He asked me! And he's touching me! "Why?"

"Malfoy wasn't getting too friendly with you, was he?" Harry asked.

"No, he was actually acting civil." She stopped. "Wait a minute. Did Ron ask you to watch me dancing with Draco?"

Harry hesitated.

"Oh my God! He did! You were just trying to get me away from Draco! And here I thought you actually wanted to dance with me!" Ginny looked hurt. "But you were just doing a favor for Ron."

"Wait, Ginny, that's not true. I did want to dance with you."

But Ginny shook her head, trying not to let dangerous tears fall. "You don't have to make up excuses."

She turned and ran upstairs leaving Harry helpless. He felt awful. Not to mention Ron wasn't going to be especially thrilled when he found out Harry made his sister cry.

I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me

Hermione and Ron had seen Ginny slump upstairs with a miserable look on her face.

"What's wrong with Ginny?" Hermione asked, but Ron was already in Harry's face.

"What the hell did you do you do to my sister?" he demanded.

"Calm down Ron." Hermione was behind him. "I'm sure Harry has a good explanation, don't you, Harry?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

Harry explained exactly what had happened. "I feel so awful," he ended.

But Ron looked relieved. "So she's just pissed because you rescued her from Malfoy? Don't worry, she'll get over it."

"But I don't think it's that simple-" Harry started, but Ron ignored him. "Here, why don't you dance with Hermione? I'm going to get something to eat. I'm starving!"

* * *

"Hey, Angie baby, what's up?"

Angelina Johnson turned around with pumpkin juice in hand to see Fred Weasley grinning at her.

She grinned back. "Looking good Frederick."

Fred grinned and combed his hair back with his hand. "Yeah, you know. I've just got that natural Weasley charm. I was born with good taste. Suaveness is in the family."

Angelina rolled her eyes but laughed.

"You're not looking to bad yourself, babe."

Angelina was wearing a white beaded floral print slip dress which looked great on her tall, slender frame. Her black curly hair was held up in daisy clips.

Fred held out his hand? "Wanna dance, me darling?"

Angelina giggled and took his hand. "How could I resist a charming lad like you?"

Fred and Angelina had had a history of flirting with each other since Fred had invited her to the Yule Ball last year. People wondered why they just didn't become an official couple already.

You put the boom-boom into my heart

You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts

Jitterbug into my brain

Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same

But something's bugging you

Something ain't right

My best friend told me what you did last night

Left me sleepin' in my bed

I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.

Fred and Angelina sang along with the chorus very loudly, giggling.

"Wake me up, before you go-go! Don't leave me hanging on like a yo yo! Wake me up before you go go! I don't want to miss when you hit that high. Wake me up before you go go! Cuz I'm not planning on going solo. Wake me up before you go go! Take me dancing tonight."

"I'm going upstairs to talk to Ginny," Harry said to Hermione. "I just feel so awful."

Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sure Ron's right and this will all blow over. She'll forgive you."

Harry sighed. "I sure hope so." He headed upstairs.