Change... for the better?

A/N- This is a bit dramatic H/G. I'm trying out a new style of writing. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer- No, I don't own any HP characters. JK Rowling does. sigh

Dedicated to MilesfromNormal- for being a great beta


Here's the story of a girl

Loving in a lonely world

A hidden note, a secret crush

A little boy who talks too much

Well, I'm standing in the crowd

And when you smile, I check you out

But you don't even know my name

You're too busy playing games

Well, I want you to know

If you lose your way, I won't let you go

Tell me,

If I cut my hair, I change my clothes, will you notice me?

If I bite my lip, if I say 'hello', will you notice me?

What's it going to take for you to see?

I want you to notice me

- Notice Me


It was a cold and rainy day; a rare occurrence for the summer. The wind whistled through the treetops and the rain mercilessly pounded against the windowpane where a young lady sat, watching the rain.

The girl at the window had a maroon, wool blanket wrapped around her body. Her bouncing curls were wilted and her bright red hair seemed a bit darker. Her eyes were void of emotion as she sat motionless, watching the rain.

Not many people could have guessed this girl was once bubbly, vivacious, and full of life.

The girl carefully readjusted the blanket over her pail body; the wool blanket protecting her from the cold of the room.

Her friends and family had attempted to coax her from her room but she had refused. Her mother had managed to convince her to come out and greet company but that had been only once and brief.

That was about the extent of her communication with her family ever since it had begun to rain. Her family brought up food for they were worried about their only daughter.

The girl didn't know what time it was nor sure of the exact date. She didn't care.

Truth be told, she tried not to care.

The once vibrant red-head found it easier not to care about anything. The truth was, it was in her personality to care-- to love. And once upon a time, she considered this a blessing. Back then, she had been an optimist with hopes and dreams. Now, she pegged herself as a realist.

The rain beat harder against the window and a cold draft engulfed the girl. She pulled the blanket tighter against her body.

What wrought a change like this? Certainly not a trivial issue, such as a bad mark in Potions (unless you're Hermione) and it had nothing to do with Voldemort, since he was defeated.

It had started simple enough-- friendly enough.

But as Ginevra Molly Weasley looked out the window, watching the rain fall, she vowed never to let her heart get involved again.

She had fallen in love head-fist and no one had been there to catch her. She had fallen ad as much as she hated to admit it... she was still falling.


I know that was horribly short but there's a reason behind it. You'll see if I get enough reviews. AND I'll get you a cookie!

Tabytha