A/N: Ok, so this is my first piece of fanfic ever, so please oh please be kind when reviewing

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well, except my stuffed pink elephant, but we don't need to be discussing that.

Title Disclaimer: The title of the story "Smile For Me" is based on a song by Massari, but the story is NOT a songfic. Just thought I'd clear that up.

It was still early in the morning as far as Ginny Weasley was concerned, and whoever had the indecency to pound like a banshee on her door, disturbing her peaceful slumber, ought to receive a lifetime sentence in Azkaban.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley!" someone who sounded a lot like Ron yelled.

Ginny rolled over and groggily rubbed her eyes. Why the heck was she being woken up at the crack of dawn, she wondered crossly. Glancing outside, she expected to see the sun rising but to her slight surprise the sun was well up in the blue sky.

"If you don't get up right this instant, I'll knock down this door or so help me Merlin!" Ron's booming voice continued as he pounded the door of his sister's small room.

Throwing the covers off her, Ginny angrily muttered, "Yesh, I heard you the first time…stop banging already." Getting up, she sneaked a glance at the wall clock. It was a quarter past ten. It was early as far as Ginny was concerned, morning began sometime after noon.

As slowly as she could she washed up and got dressed, stifling yet another yawn. Dressed in a baggy hand me down t-shirt from Ron and an old pair of capris, she descended down the stairs, her fiery red hair swishing in the haphazard ponytail she put up. She reached the kitchen to discover utter chaos.

Ron, Percy, Mr.Weasley, the twins and Charlie were around the table. Charlie who hadn't visited the burrow in ages had finally taken some time off, and Ginny couldn't be happier. Mrs. Weasley was trying to cook the eggs, bacon, and porridge and toast all together. The kitchen looked packed as all the ingredients were magically mixing and cooking themselves. Along with that, she was magically trying to squeeze orange juice. Oranges had been enchanted to squeeze in to a pitcher, but the orange juice in question kept squirting on the floor and there was a nice puddle for someone to slip on.

Amidst all this, Fred had accidentally elbowed Ron's plate on the floor and the remains of Ron's scrambled eggs had somehow ended up on his shirt. Ron was blatantly accusing Fred of dropping the plate on purpose and Fred was arguing back defensively.

Meanwhile, Hermes, Pig and Errol had flown in with the morning post. Well, Errol hadn't 'flown in', more of a 'crashed in' Charlie's porridge, sending the bowl and the contents on to Charlie's lap. He grumbled fiercely and stood up in such a violent manner that he slipped in the spilt orange juice. George was humming an old show tune quite loudly and Ginny noticed with a snicker that George had bewitched Percy's toast and bacon to do a little jig on his plate. Percy might've noticed it if his nose wasn't buried in the morning Prophet that had just been delivered. In the middle of it all, Arthur Weasley calmly sat eating his breakfast and reading a book titled "The History of the Modern Day Washing Machine".

Yep, it was a normal Saturday morning at the burrow Ginny thought and took her seat.

"Sleeping Beauty's just woken up, Mum," George informed his mother, mock curtsying his sister.

Turning away from her cooking she looked at her daughter, "Honestly Ginny, how on earth will we make it to Diagon Alley in time?" Molly Weasley said in a cross manner, and handed Ginny her plate.

Taking a break from his argument with his brother, he looked crossly at Ginny and said, "We're supposed to be meeting Harry and Hermione at 11!"

Unperturbed by the chaos around him Fred added cheerfully, "At this rate we'll make it sometime around Christmas – or Easter if Ginny goes back up to dress."

Taking a piece of toast, Ginny thought anxiously, 'Harry? This wasn't mentioned' and her stomach gave a lurch. But she calmly replied to Ron, "You lot haven't finished breakfast either so don't look at me like that!"

Ron merely huffed in reply, and went back to his breakfast.

It was 11:17, and witches and wizards filled the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley. Right and left, people were entering and leaving busy shops. A dazzling display of colors adorned the decorated shop windows and in the middle of the hustle and bustle stood the Weasleys.

"Now where did you say we were supposed to meet Harry and Hermione, Ron?" a much hassled Mrs. Weasley asked, looking up and down the streets.

"They said they'd be in front of Gringotts," Ron replied, looking at the snowy white building behind them, squinting at the witches and wizards closely, hoping to see one of his friends.

Ginny turned around to look too, "Well, unless Hermione's changed her appearance to a 60 year old hag, and Harry now resembles Snape's great-grandfather, I don't see them at all," she said in an exasperated voice.

"Hush now Ginny—"Mrs. Weasley threw her daughter a stern glance.

At the very moment, Hermione and Harry emerged from inside Gringotts, their money pouches a lot heavier than when they probably entered. Immediately spotting the Weasley family they both rushed over.

"Oh we're so sorry!" Hermione apologized. "It's just that you were a bit late and we thought we'd save time if we withdrew our money before the line ups got too long…" she continued a bit embarrassed at standing them up.

Trying to ease her Cutting unease, Mrs. Weasley said, "It's quite alright dear," and she beamed at them, enveloping Harry and Hermione in a giant bear hug.

After escaping her clutches, the two turned towards the rest of the family, and they all exchanged warm welcomes.

"Well, do you think we should spilt up?" Mrs. Weasley asked the lot assembled in front of her.

"Definitely," George replied. "Fred and I have some business to take care of at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. We need to make a surprise inspection of the new management."

"Very well you two," Mrs. Weasley said. "Try and not cause a scene this time though…"

"Us Mum?" Fred said in mock surprise arching his brow, and the two brothers promptly left.

Turning to the four teens assembled in front of her, "Well, your father and I will meet you in front of Eeylops Owl Emporium at 1:00…does that sound alright to you?"

They all nodded their heads and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left them to get their school supplies, they had arranged a meeting with Mr. Goitter – a colleague of Mr. Weasley from work and they rushed off to meet him.

All four of them only needed a trip to Madam Malkin's, Flourish and Blotts, and maybe the apothecary. They would have a lot of time left to waste until one then, Ginny thought.

Ginny turned brightly towards her brother, Hermione and Harry.

"Where should we go first?" she asked.

"Uh-oh," she thought as she looked at their faces. Clearly they didn't want to be with Ginny at this moment.

"Listen Ginny…" Harry began. She knew this conversation way too well, they were going to ask her to leave them alone so they could discuss what ever important business they needed to conduct, usually it concerned you-know-who. Hermione looked completely ashamed that they were ditching her. Ron and Harry really did look quite sorry. She nodded her head briskly.

"Fine fine…I'll meet you guys in front of Madam Malkins at 12:45…so we can go to Eeylops together,"

"Yes, that's sounds fine Gin," Harry said, flashing a very thankful smile.

"Thank you so much for understanding Ginny," Hermione said gratefully.

She mustered a tiny smile and left them alone. Why oh why wasn't she surprised? They would always think of her as a little girl tagging along.

She fiddled with the clasp on her dull black robe and started walking towards Flourish and Blotts, and let her thoughts wander.

"Gin"…Harry had called her Gin…this was a first, she gave a little smile. Maybe this year wouldn't be too bad…really, they just probably had some important things to discuss right now, and that's why they had to leave her. She tried reasoning with herself, she was good at that and trudged along to Flourish and Blotts.

A/N: erm, reviews anyone?