Ginny's POV
Ginny Weasley strode down the corridor of the train, alone as usual. It was almost as if she was invisble. Nobody seemed to notice her. People would glance at her, and look straight through her as if she wasn't even there.
She attended Hogwarts, one of the best magical schools. Ginny was a pureblood, a sixth year Gryffindor. Most people were aquainted with her, but there was no one she was really close to. What was the use if she was friendly with anyone, had no enemies, but also had no best friend? She had to admit, she was lonely.
You would think that with so many people in Hogwarts I would have someone I could trust. I almost wish I could go back in time and be like when I was younger, carefree and innocent
Sure, her brother was part of the famous golden trio, best friend of the famous harry potter. So what? When people refered to her, she was just known as Ron's little sister. Not her own person. With six brothers, they had already achieved everything. Bill and Percy had been head boy, Charlie quidtich captain, even Fred and George were popular because of their sense of humor. Ron was part of the golden trio and had help save the world, but what about her? No one acknowledged her when she had helped in the Department of Mysteries. No, it was "Golden trio saves the world again". At least Luna and Neville had been mentioned, but she was just another invisible soul. Hadn't she helped too?
Her parent's attention had always been focused on her brothers. She was tired, too tired to try anymore. Come to think of it, the only time her parents had acknowledged her was after her first year. Ginny still shuddered to think of it. Maybe if she did something drastic they would finally see her as someone. How she wished they would notice her.
Just then, she crashed into another figure, landing onto the floor with the person above her.
"Ouch!" She had hit the floor, banging her head against it. She started to see stars floating above her head. It was almost like heaven. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up.
"Little Weasel, what are you doing lying there? Get up and get lost! You don't want to taint the corridor with your filthy prescense!" Malfoy sneered, poking her side with his shoe.
Ginny smiled, the stars were clearing up, though she wished it hadn't. Then she could go live in her fantasy world. Then it registered, and her grin faded. Once again, people refered to her as Ronald Weasley's younger sister. Draco refered to Ron as Weasel, so therefore she was little Weasel. Life was just not fair. She really hated reality.
Draco's POV
There was obviously something wrong with the little Weasel. She was just lying in the middle of the corridor and smiling insanely. Not like her at all. She had punched him in the nose last year for insulting her family, not that Draco didn't deserve it, he had to admit. But only two girls had the guts to punch him; the mudblood and little Weasel.
Draco was getting worried. She was still lying there, doing nothing. Now, he was not a heartless git by any means, but after all, Malfoys did not show their emotions. He had learnt it the hard way when he was young. No matter how happy or sad you were, you did not wear your heart on your sleeve like those bloody Griffindors. But his father was not here now, was he? Slowly, he bent down and reached out a hand.
She sat up, sighing slowly. Just then, Malfoy offered her his hand. She took it, whispering a soft thanks and went on her way.
Draco shook his head. Something was definitely wrong.
Someone, please notice me
You never saw my agony
Never saw my tears
Never around when I needed you
All alone with my fears
Forcing a smile
Whenever you were around
Yet you never did notice
How I never truly smiled…
Chorus
What will it take for you to see
I want you to notice me
Am I just another lonely girl
Living in a lonely world…
I want to know why
When I cut my hair
When I change my clothes
You never notice
Why don't you tell me why
When I dye my hair
When I don't come home
You still never notice
Chorus
Why don't you give me a single glance (she thinks)
A smile before you go out
Why doesn't anyone come sooth me
Why doesn't anyone, set me free
Save me from my agony
Someone please come and set me free
Someone please come and sooth me down
Someone free me from my troubles, right now…
Or am I just another lonely girl
Living in a lonely world
What will it take for you to see
I want you to notice me
I need someone to notice me (fades away)