Chapter 1.
The darkness that filled the room was all that could give me comfort now. I awoke with an unmerciful headache, I was angry at the early hour. Not able to sleep anymore I threw back the fabric that covered my half naked body a cold sweat apparent on my abdomen. I threw my still asleep legs on to the bitter floor. I forced my legs to move toward the door and into the bathroom. The water warmed instantly. I stripped myself of the little clothing I had on and got in letting the water spill over me.
By the time I was finished I could hear my mother down stairs making breakfast before the house could awaken. I tiptoed back to my room. I went through my new clothes, a present from my twin brothers who had given everyone enough to by anything they wanted. I threw a pair of black short shorts and spaghetti strap shirt onto the bed. Searching I found the underclothes I loved in my bottom drawer hidden from my mother. I dressed hastily; I walked back to my closet for a pair of shoes. The black stilettos seemed so perfect I slid my slender feet into them and on a second thought grabbed my cloak tying it on. The wraths of my mother seeing what I was wearing just wasn't gonna help this pounding headache. As I made my way out the bedroom door again the golden trio made their way down the hall each looking as cheery as I felt.
The four of us walked the rest of the way down the stairs together. The others talking as we went. "Good morning Ginny." Hermione smiled at me.
"Good morning Mione, how was your night?" I asked as a rhetorical question. Thought Miss know it all couldn't help herself.
"Wonderful thank you, thought Fred and George's room is a little scary I awoke several times thinking there was going to be some sort of explosion if I moved." She giggled at her own stupidity; I just looked on ahead hoping she would shut up. "You know," she continued, I had an awful urge to groan. "I heard you cry out last night," she looked at me worry in her eyes, I stopped abruptly she followed suit. "Is everything ok?" she asked politely.
"Yes I'm fine I woke with a headache I'm fine now please don't mention it." I urged. The older girl just smiled.
"No worries Gin. Not like it because of Voldomort." She giggled at her own joke.
I turned from her and continued down to breakfast. There was little time to eat, the train would be at the station in little over and hour and we were not to be late. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I walked to the mirror and grabbed my wand. Grabbing my Witches Cosmetics and Beauty magazine I turned to the proper page. I read the words and repeated them slowly. I watched dazed as my hair turned black I smiled wickedly to myself I threw back a couple more pages so to style it so that I could put a hat over it and still have the smoothness to it. The bun came out perfect. I turned the magazine back to the front cover and threw it in my trunk and grabbed my makeup.
When I was finished I threw on my beanie and walked out of the room my trunk in tow. My mother rushed us into the car and we took off. I knew this was going to be a good year a whole new me!
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I kissed my mother good bye and left the trio to bid their goodbyes. I made my way onto the train. Once out of sight I undid my cloak reveling the clothing under it. I took the beanie off my head and untied my bun letting my hair flow down to the small of my back. I couldn't help but smirk as all eyes watched me as I passed "who is that?" coursed every now and then. I found myself an empty compartment and sat myself down taking a muggle mystery out of my purse and began to read. The minutes went by slowly I was getting annoyed. I marked my page and put my book away, just as my compartment door slid open. I didn't bother looking up or speaking. I stared out the window; the time seemed to slow even more as the trees sped past the window. I could feel an eye on me glued to my face, that or it was my body. I shivered making like I was cold and wrapped my cloak around my body once again. I was getting wearisome of the eyes on me and gave up locking my eyes on the stone cold eyes. My heart sank, just what I needed to be eyed by the great ferret him self the Slytherin prince. "Can I help you?" I asked so innocently.
His smirk grew. "Maybe," he began "you can start by telling me your name cricket." He answered in his arrogant tone.
"Maybe," I replied and turned my eyes back out the window. I could see the anger on his face in my peripheral vision and smiled.
"Do you think it funny to be rude?" He asked angrily.
"Certainly but not if one of us was rude first." I shot back.
"And how, may I ask have I been rude?" His animosity showing more.
"It is all ways rude to walk into ones bubble without asking first and then ogling them, and making them uncomfortable." I bit back my own annoyance showing.
I almost laughed at the apologetic look on his face. "My apologies Cricket," he smiled. I bit back the hysterical laughter I could feel coming the great Slytherin price smiling and apologizing this was too good to be true.
"I'm not sure if I should accept that but knowing that you do not do that often I will accept Mr. Malfoy." I stood grabbing my tings and made my exit. Once down the narrow hall and into another empty compartment I began to giggle. If only the others could have seen that exchange my brother would have died. Once I was giggled out I looked once again out of the window the castle in my view.
"How is it that you know who I am, and I do not know who you are?" A deep husky voice asked me from the door way. I turned to him and he knocked. "May I?" He asked.
"Sorry, but this space is taken." I smiled.
"Do you come from some where that it is ok to be rude to a pureblood, that's it is it not you are not a pureblood are you?" He sneered.
"On the contrary my hunky Slytherin Prince I am a pureblood witch and you are an ass." I spoke softly so not to let my anger get any worse. I grabbed my head all this stupidity has brought my headache back. "I'm sorry." I groaned. My head was pounding; I slid myself back down in my seat that I had not even realized I had left.
"Cricket are you going to be ok?" he asked no real concern in his voice.
"Fine please just leave me." I whispered. I could feel my eyes rolling back trying to relive the pressure.
"Can't do Cricket as head boy I have to make sure you are alright. I will escort you to the hospital wing once we get to the castle." He answered with an air of authority. This only made me groan again. I took deep slow breaths and my headache let up as the train slowed to a halt.
"I'm fine." I said finally relief apparently plastered to my face, because he nodded as I walked out of the compartment door and off the train. I climbed onto a horseless carriage behind Luna Lovegood and sat across from her.
"Hello Ginny," she said looking just as dreamily as she normally did "your hair looks great black suits you." She smiled.
"How is it Luna that you can do that?" I asked appalled.
"Do what?" She asked
"No one else knows who I am." I replied
"Sorry do you not want me to know?" she asked in an almost normal voice like I had taken her out of her reprieve.
I laughed. "No Luna its fine. Just everyone else has no clue."
She smiled at me. "Glad I could make your day." She was once again back in her own world mumbling to herself something along the lines of 'taking socks' I held back my laughter. Together we made our way into the great hall and to our tables taking our places once again to start another new year. I took it upon myself to sit at the very end of the Gryffindor table almost alone. All eyes once again watching me as I went, this time there was no smile only a smirk of pleasure, through all the eyes there was a pair that stood out over the rest, not looking I knew which pair they were and with an air of pride I gracefully took my seat.