Disclaimer: Sadly…quite sadly, actually….so sadly, in fact, that I may eat chocolate for the rest of my life and die 973 pounds…I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters… or Hogwarts… or a mango plantation… as a matter of fact, everything (well, maybe not the mango plantation) belongs to the fantabulous J..

A/N: Here we go… I resisted for a while, well not that long… but still a good month…few days….minutes… anyways, who can really resist writing a story in which Ron is a fool and Ginny is conniving?
This is my first story that actually has a plot line...wish me luck!

WARNING: Llamability factor of 8.42.

Quite a lot of thanks go to my amazing editor Alicornia, who, were I to give her a penny for every time I forgot a comma, would be a multi-millionaire!

A/U: Who's Voldemort? I don't know!

As you may have guessed, Ginny/Draco story, some Luna/Blaise on the side… Don't read it if you don't like it…You have been warned.

Hope you enjoy!

Revenge is as Sweet as Ripened Mangoes (On a breezy summer's day?!)

Provoked

That unbelievable git! Fifth year prefect, Ginny Weasley, was literally fuming as she stormed down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she strode along, Ginny bitterly mimicked the words of her older brother, Ron.

"You're too young Ginny, it's too dangerous for you Ginny, you'll only date someone I approve of Ginny…" A few minutes earlier, Ginny had flounced down the stairs from her room in the Gryffindor tower, looking forward to her date with the 6th year Gryffindor, James Frayne. She paused in the common room to say good-bye to her friend, Hermione Granger, who was sitting with the other two members of the Golden Trio: Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. They were in the middle of a discussion when Ginny waltzed up.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Gin!" they chorused back.

"What are you guys up to?"

Hermione eyes narrowed. "Oh, just the usual. Quidditch tips, ignoring me, quidditch strategies, not acknowledging my presence, broom assessments, 'Ow, what hit me on the head?' 'That was Hermione.' 'Wow, that felt like a bludger…Speaking of bludgers…' And so on and so forth!"

Ginny couldn't help but chuckle at her disgruntled friend. Hermione had never really been into Quidditch. However, this didn't stop her from watching every Gryffindor game like a good friend would.

Ginny, on the other hand, loved Quidditch! It was an unavoidable thing having grown up with six older brothers. She was hoping to try out this year - she had practiced over the summer and was fairly confident in her abilities.

"Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah, Gin?"

"When are Quidditch tryouts this year?"

"They start in a few weeks. Why?"

"I was hoping to try out this year."

Ron snorted, "Not bloody likely!"

"What's that supposed to mean, Ronald?" demanded Ginny.

"Gin, Quidditch is a dangerous sport! It's not for girls."

"WHAT?!? How many girls were on your team last year, dear brother?! Are you blind?!"

"That's different Ginny. They're older - you're too young."

"Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure that Susan Bones was a fifth year last year!"

"Well, that's different too. She's tough, Gin."

"Right," Ginny began, venom in her words, "And I'm not. I'm just poor, little, weak, defenseless Ginny."

"Gin. You're not playing, that's final."

"Like you can decide!"

"Well, actually, with Harry and I being co-captains this year, we have to both agree on who makes the team. And, sorry Gin, but I don't think you're ready."

In her anger, Ginny whipped around to face Harry.

"Harry, you know I can play, you've seen me!"

"Gin, I sure you're a decent player, but it is a dangerous sport, I'd hate to see you get hurt!"

Ginny seethed, "Whatever Harry. I'm leaving now, I have a date!"

Harry looked at the floor as he spoke, "Well, actually, Ginny…"

The redhead narrowed her eyes. "What?"

Ron chose the moment to speak, "You don't have a date, Ginny. I decided James Frayne wasn't good enough for you."

"WHAT?!?!" Ginny roared.

"With a little persuasion, I convinced him it would be in his best interests to stay away from you. Trust me Ginny, you'll thank me for this later."

"BLOODY GIT!!!" With that Ginny turned on her heel and stormed out of the portrait and into the hall.

That brings us to the present Ginny, from whose path terrified first years were fleeing.

That is it! I've had enough of Ron Weasley. He will rue this day! I will see to it. Revenge will be sweet, as sweet as ripened mangoes!

Sleepover

After her rampage about the halls of Hogwarts, Ginny had returned to her room, in the Gryffindor tower, to find that Hermione had gathered the troops. Hermione and Luna, Ginny's two best friends, were sitting on the floor along with Lavender Brown who, though not as close to Ginny as Hermione and Luna were, was always good for a laugh. Despite their silk nightgowns, the girls looked ready for battle.

"She's here." Stated Hermione, matter-o-factly.

Luna nodded quickly, agreeing with this assessment, her eyes then narrowed, "Bring out the booze."

Don't be alarmed now, for the said beverage was actually Muggle root beer which Hermione had somehow managed to smuggle in. Then again, perhaps you should be alarmed, for it may as well have been firewhiskey judging by how the girls reacted to it.

After several cans of root beer lay empty on the floor, Luna took the stage.

"Too long have you suffered at the hands of Ronald Weasley!"

Shouts of agreement followed.

"Too long has your happily ever after been thwarted by his conniving ways!"

More shouts ensued.

"Too long has he decided your every move, your every date, your every outfit!"

To this Ginny yelled, "Hear, hear!"

"Too long have we, your friends, watched from the sidelines. Too long have we minded our own business. Too long have we taken no stand against this tyrant!"

A chorus of "yeahs!" followed.

"This all changes now!"

Cheering came from all around.

"I, Luna Lovegood, now solemnly swear to lead a rebellion against the dictatorship of Ron Weasley over his younger sister Ginevra. Who is with me?"

"I!" declared Hermione, as she stood up for emphasis.

"I!" declared Lavender, as she too stood, though wobbling slightly.

"There we have it, raise your glasses to us, the RWSO!"

Hermione, Lavender, and Ginny raised their glasses with Luna.

"To the-" They paused.

"The what?!" questioned Ginny.

"Why, the Ron Weasley Sitter On-ers of course!"

"Oh, right."

"The RWSO!"

With that the girls chugged back the rest of their root beer…and promptly crashed to the floor in heaps.

A/N: Well, you now have the first chapter…Like it? Hate it? Want to wear men's cologne? Tell me all about it…by pressing the review button!

Oh, and *cough* as far as the Muggle root beer goes, absolutely nothing of a similar nature has ever happened to me…