Ginny Weasley was flawless; there was no doubt about that. Her long, silky red hair flowed freely behind her as she walked gracefully towards the Quidditch pitch. Fair skin, adorned with the perfect amount of sun-kissed freckles, was soft and smooth; her face held a natural elegance other girls could only dream of having, and her large blue eyes shimmered brilliantly in the light of the afternoon sun.
That, and she smelled really flowery.
Not only was she beautiful on the outside, her personality easily outshined those of all the other girls at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was bright, witty, and a total charmer. All the boys wanted to be with her, while all the girls just wanted to be her.
It was with a natural talent and unbridled skill that she professed in everything she did. Why, it was pointless for her to even be going to the Quidditch pitch for practice; she certainly didn’t need it. Still, it would give her a chance to see her equally magnanimous boyfriend, or, ‘Harry-warry-widdle-kins’ as she so lovingly called him, and so she continued to walk towards the field in long strides, as graceful as a ballerina.
‘Who wouldn’t want to be me?’ she thought pompously as she continued on.
And then she fell into a pit, and died."http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/4754
The Harmonians Strike Back
A Half Blood Prince Parody
By: The Fitchburg Finch