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Ch. 1

Ginny Weasley sat on her porch, gazing at the sunset thinking of how in no less than a day, she would be back at Hogwarts. Not like it would matter much really. Ginny didn't have a group of friends to talk to, and be a part of. She sighed heavily, as she glanced one more time at the setting sky before slowly trudging back into her home.

Harry, who had stayed for the last week of the summer, looked up from the game of Wizards Chess he and Ron were playing, and watched her drop down on the couch.

Ron looked up as well, and said in his uncaring way, "What are you so down about?"

"Nothing, Ron." Ginny muttered indignantly, as she sighed loudly, before getting up, and going to see if her mother needed help with anything. She desperately needed to get something else on her mind. Something less depressing. As she left the family room, she heard Ron say to Harry, "I don't know what's up with her these days, but she's gotten moodier and moodier." Ginny growled under her breath, and stalked into the kitchen.

"Is Ron bothering you again dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, giving Ginny a sympathetic look, as she moved around the kitchen cleaning things up, since they had just eaten dinner about twenty minutes ago.

"Yes, he doesn't get it! He has Hermione, and Harry for friends but who do I have? He'd probably say, 'You have me, Harry, and Hermione.' But I don't, I know he thinks he's including me but he really isn't. It's obvious he doesn't want me around ever." Ginny picked up a rag, as she ranted, about Ron and his stupidness, and helped clean up the kitchen.

"He will understand sometime, boys aren't always oblivious to how we feel. As they get older they become more empathetic." Mrs. Weasley began.

Knowing that Mrs. Weasley was on her way to having another talk about growing up, Ginny quickly excused herself, and made her way up the stairs to her room. She ambled in and walked over to her nightstand. Her father had given her a muggle CD player for her fifteenth birthday last year, along with CD's. So she grabbed a random CD, and placed it in the player. Greenday emanated from the speakers quietly.

Walking over to her dresser, Ginny changed out of her clothes and into her pajamas, which consisted of worn plaid shorts, and a loose fitting, black tank top that she had gotten from Hermione.

She lie in her bed and thought, who, am I going to sit with on the train ride. She really couldn't stand the sight of the trio, and all their false friendliness towards her. It was the last thing she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Seemingly as suddenly as she had fallen asleep, Ginny was being shaken awake by Ron, saying that if she didn't hurry up, she was getting no breakfast. This woke her, and she rushed down the stairs after a brief comb through of her hair.

Slowing her pace as she neared the last steps, Ginny calmly walked into the kitchen where everyone was seated at the table eating breakfast. She casually sat down in the only open seat next to Harry, and blushed, when she realized everyone was staring at her.

"What? Cant I get some sleep?" She asked incredulously and all of the Weasley's, including Harry, laughed a bit, and then went back to their eggs and toast. As usual Mrs. Weasley was trying to get Harry to eat more. And Fred and George were making mischief. Everything was normal until everyone finished breakfast, then it turned to a mad dash of last minute packing.

Ginny looked herself over in the mirror. She was wearing a light green tank top that clung to her slim curves, and a navy blue, knee-length skirt that swirled when she moved. Her long, glossy, deep red auburn hair was down and it curled around her face, making her appearance all the more casual. Satisfied with how she looked Ginny grabbed her stuff.

She was running the latest and had just come out of her room with her heavy trunk, when she ran into something hard. Landing hard on her butt, she looked up at the person who knocked her over. "Sorry Gin, your mum told me to come help you get packed, because were running a bit late." Harry said as he held out his hand and helped her up. She muttered thanks, and blushed as every girl would, when they do something stupid in front of a guy.

"Well I think I got everything." Ginny said heading down the stairs quickly, lugging her fifty pound trunk after her. Harry followed. She went down a few steps before she tripped and almost fell but caught herself in time. It wasn't long 'till Ginny felt herself falling forward again. Then a pair of hands grabbed her by the waist, and hauled her up. She once again, was helped by the famous Harry Potter, and this time he offered to carry her trunk to the ministry car her father was provided. She obliged thankfully.

The trip to the station was the same as always, Ron and Harry talking about Quidditch, and her father talking about the latest muggle contraption he had found. They got to the station, Mr. Weasley went and got trolleys, and Ginny, Ron, and Harry put their trunks on them.

Running through the portal to platform 9 ¾ had become a routine every year since Ginny was 11, and she was going through it yet again to start her 6th year at Hogwarts. Hopefully this year would be different. But Ginny had no idea how different it was going to be.

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