Summary: Ginny has always been in love with Harry. Harry has always ignored her. It's inevitable. But what happens when Ginny gets tired of being ignored? Chaos ensues, that's what happens!!

You've heard of the Boy Who Lived. Everybody has. You can't help but hear about him. Or read about him. Or see slutty girls hanging all over him. I mean, come on!! Don't these girls have any decency? Hanging all over a guy just because he's famous and not because they actually like him. Who does that? I'm glad to say that I've never had to resort to that. I, Ginny Weasley, can attract the attention of any guy I want without having to hang all over him. Well, any guy except the Boy Who Lived. And one day, I resolved to change that.

Ginny Weasley sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow, her home. The homework McGonagall had given her class to do over summer break was far more complicated than any she had ever seen. This was to be expected, of course, because it was the year she was supposed to take OWLs. She sighed and pushed the books away. She should've known better than to try concentrating today since Harry would be there at any moment. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. With his constantly messy jet black hair, bright green eyes, and lean Qudditch player's body he was any girl's dream boy. Include the fact that he was the Wizarding world's hero and he became something like a god.

I wish that he would notice me just once, Ginny sighed. Harry, being her brother Ron's best friend, thought of her as a silly little girl with a crush. She hadn't helped her situation any when she was younger. She had always been very shy and never talked when he was around. But she had changed over the years. No longer a shy little girl, Ginny was now a strong, confident, charismatic young woman. With her long, fiery hair, deep sapphire blue eyes, and a figure most girls would kill for, she had no trouble attracting almost any guy that she wanted. Except for one.

"Why doesn't he ever notice me?" Ginny thought aloud.

" Why doesn't who notice you? I haven't noticed you having any problems with getting guys to notice you," Ron commented as he entered the kitchen. "And, quite frankly, that disturbs me."

"I've told you that's none of your business. Now butt out," Ginny retorted sharply. Her brother could be so thick sometimes. "What do you want?"

"Is Harry here yet?" Ron asked, wisely changing the subject. He knew that his sister could cast a really good Bat Bogey Hex when she was in a mood like this. Maybe he's not as thick as he looks, Ginny thought in amazement. Maybe it's all just an act to confuse us so that it will be easier for him to take over the world. Ginny watched at her brother as he absentmindedly flipped through her books.

"This stuff looks really complicated. I don't think I could ever do anything like this," he said sadly.Or maybe he really is just stupid, she thought sadly. Out loud she said,

"No, Harry's not here. I thought you'd be able to figure that out just by looking. Will you go away now?"

"Fine. Just call me when he gets here.We're supposed to start training for Quidditch when he gets here."

" Whatever." Ginny rolled her eyes as he left the kitchen. She had a feeling that the only thing that would get her through the rest of the summer would be Hermione. Thank God for Hermione.

As Harry walked up the drive to the Burrow, he couldn't help but smile. This place felt more like home than Privet Drive ever would. With it's many additions held together by magic, the Burrow was the funniest looking building he had ever seen. But that didn't matter to him. All he cared about were the people on the inside. He had finally reached the door and the beginning of the rest of his summer. He raised his hand and knocked. When the door opened he couldn't believe his eyes.

Ginny Weasley was standing at the door wearing a pair of really short shorts and a low cut tank top. How had he never noticed that Ginny was no longer a little girl? With the curves to prove it. He gaped at her without realizing it and was brought out of his trance by Ginny's voice.

"Oi! I'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring at my breasts. They're not for sale, you know."

"Sorry!" Harry exclaimed as he turned away. He could feel himself flushing profusely. "I didn't mean to. Honest!"

"Yeah, sure. Because you have no control over your eyes whatsoever," Ginny replied sarcastically before promptly turning around and bellowing, "RON!! Harry's here!" She turned back to Harry and said in an overly sweet voice, "See ya around, perv."

As Harry watched Ginny retreat up the stairs, he shook his head in disbelief. What happened, he thought, to the girl who wouldn't even talk if I was in the room? Because that definitely wasn't her. Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Ron come running down the stairs.

"There you are!" Ron exclaimed. "What took you so long? We need to get out to the pitch ASAP if we're gonna keep our places on the team. Harry? Are you even listening to me?" Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry seemed startled when he looked at Ron.

"Hey mate," Harry said, sounding somewhat confused, " when did you get down here?"

"I've been down here talking to you for a while, mate," Ron said slowly. "Didn't you hear me?"

"No. I didn't"

"Are you okay? You look like just saw a Crumple Horned Snorkack or whatever it is Luna's always going on about."

"No, I'm fine. What do you say we hit the pitch and get some practice time in before lunch?"

"Okay," Ron said enthusiastically, though still somewhat confused by his friend's odd behavior. "Let's take your stuff up to my room and then we'll head out."

"Sounds good!"

Oh my gosh! Ginny thought when she finally reached the privacy of her room. He was staring at my boobs! What does that mean? Where's Hermione when you need her? Ginny threw herself on her bed in frustration. She couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Harry's face when he saw her in her somewhat skanky pajamas. It was pricless. But she didn't want Harry noticing her because of the way she looked. She knew that was a factor but she didn't want it to be the main reason. She got up off of her bed and began to pace in agitation. Why did things always go wrong between her and Harry? Why did he hang out with her at the Burrow and not at Hogwarts? Would he ever realize that she was still in love with him and couldn't live without him? In an instant, and idea hit Ginny with such force that she actually stopped pacing and stared at the wall in amazement. Of course! I'll force him to see the real me and then I'll make him fall in love with me. The simplicity of the plan made Ginny wonder why she hadn't thought of it sooner. Ginny was so deep in thought that she jumped a foot off the ground when she heard a voice ask,

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed. "We need to talk. Immediately!"