Hi I was going to do beauty and the beast next, but then I did Harry's perspective on the Cinderella story. The characters aren't mine. I would like to thank everyone who reads this. And I dedicate this to you.

When Ginny awoke for the second time, not only was she in different clothing, but a completely different surrounding. She got up from the bed that she was lying in and paced to the window nearby. It seemed as if she was in a cottage somewhere in the countryside. She had no idea what story she was in at the moment.

Then the door to the bedroom she was in blasted open and in came Fred and George. Well girl versions of Fred and George that is, with dresses and long tresses of hair.

"Father hasn't returned yet." Fred said, or George she wasn't quite sure which one was which at the moment.

"I do hope he's okay and that he brings us home the gifts we asked for." Said the other one.

"Well say something. You've been so silent it's frightening." They said in unison, as they made their way to perch themselves on the edge of her bed.

"I don't know what to say......it's just I....." Ginny couldn't think of what to say, she couldn't really say she was truly worried because she knew what's going to happen next.

"I know your probably worried sick aren't you?" Ginny didn't say nothing, she just nodded her head.

They all sat in awkward silence, for a reasonably long period of time. Fred and George sat stone faced on her bed. The only difference in the room to before was that Ginny now sat cross legged on the windowsill, looking out at the far away hills and trees. Then suddenly out of the corner of her eye, a horse came into view with a man on the back of it.

"I think it's Father." Ginny said and pointed. Fred and George both got up and strode to the window. They squealed in delight as they realized that it was. The three of them climbed down the small stairs together, to meet him by the front door.

Ginny saw his face and instinctively brought him in for a hug. It was of course her Farther, Arthur Weasley. However he looked much more distressed and nervous.

"I couldn't get you your gifts, I'm so sorry. The boat was already searched before I got there, there was nothing on it at all. The officials have taken the boat into their custody. I'm so sorry girls." Arthur said, looking truly down hearted and miserable. Although the nervousness on his face still was visible.

"It's okay Father..." Ginny started but was stopped instantly by Arthur.

"No it's not. There's more. Last night the thunderstorm wouldn't stop, I couldn't continue on my journey home. I had to stop and I did at a palace. It was lovely there, but in the morning, I was on the way to get my horse from the shelter I had left it under and I saw a white rose. What you asked for Beauty, I was about to pick it when a a beast showed up behind me. He wouldn't let me leave if I wasn't willing to give one of you to him." Arthur said shamefully, as he looked down at the floor.

"Beauty should go, as it was all technically her fault."

"Yes I should be the one to go." Ginny said.

"Right we should get going immediately, we have no time to waste." Arthur said hurriedly.

Meanwhile with Harry......

Harry felt as if he was on fire when his eyes opened. He was standing in a rose garden, the floor squelched as he walked. It must have been raining the night before. He thought the hotness he felt was just a side affect of all this spinning he went through, but he was more than wrong, looking at himself in the puddle nearby he knew who he was, he was indeed the beast.

As the sound of horse footsteps approached him. He turned swiftly towards the sound, before him was a lovely chestnut mare and there was a man leading the mare. It was Arthur Weasley.

"I will bring you one of my daughters right away." Arthur said, looking pale.

Harry just nodded his head. Before he had a chance to ask him anything, Arthur was on his saddle and had started to canter towards the opened metal gates.

For a long time Harry walked through the gardens, not entirely sure what Beast did to occupy himself during the hours he wasn't with Beauty. He searched through the castle next. Ugh how much longer did he have to wait for Ginny to come.

With Ginny.......

As soon as we arrived Arthur helped Ginny off the horse, with no more words to say he got back onto his horse and was through the gate. Not wanting to have another meeting with the Beast. Ginny took a stroll through the garden, she'd searched through the garden for about an hour when finally she gave up and decided to go inside the palace. She didn't really know why she was searching the garden but she just did all the same.

The enormous palace doors opened with a groan. As soon as she had stepped inside, the Beast came pounding down the staircase heading straight towards her. He grabbed her in his arms and hugged her. Ginny not quite sure who the Beast was pushed him away.

"Ginny it's me Harry." Ginny breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank god. By the way Harry this might be the only time you ever hear this but you need to shave." Ginny said laughing at him before continuing. "Well it still looks better than that dress." They both looked at each other and Ginny started laughing, whilst he just scowled at her.

"That wasn't funny, and how did you manage to end the God damn story." At his words Ginny paled a little. She had kissed Malfoy.

"Well .....ugh...I.... It doesn't matter how we... I mean I finished the story." She said. Harry gave her a puzzled look.

"We.... you mean..... Ginny did you and Malfoy do something together?" Harry asked her.

"What do you imply by that?" Ginny retorted.

"Did you and Malfoy do....it together?"

"NO. Jesus Harry, listen we only kissed." Harry's eyes shot up to look at hers, how could she kiss that ferret?! Anger and jealousy took over Harry and he stormed off. Leaving Ginny alone.

A phew hours later however he had finally cooled down enough to go look for her. He eventually found her in the library.

"Gin listen..." Harry began. Ginny brought one finger up to shush him.

"Sshh this is a really good book."

And so Harry was left to his own devices, until further notice that Ginny had finished her book.