Disclaimer - Well stating the obvious, no I do not own any of the following characters and so on and so forth (you guys are smart, you know where I'm going with this).

A/N - Hi there whoever so kindly is taking the time to read my story! I want you to pleae bare with me, this is after all my first fanfic. I know it may not be any good at all, so please, let me honestly know what you think. If you think I should change something or don't like it so far for some reason, tell me, I would love the advice. Besides, I think I can handle criticism...or I hope at least.

Making Sense of the Senseless

Chapter One: Preparations

A very sullen looking Ginny Weasley sat at her bedroom window looking out. Summer vacation had ended all too soon for her. It seemed as though it was just yesterday the Trio and her were on the train leaving Hogwarts; now tomorrow they would be on the same train, only heading back this time.

It was her last day to enjoy freedom from exams, studies, tests, and all the other responsibilities that came along with any witch starting her 6th year.

Ginny continued to stare out the window, focusing on nothing really in particular. She sighed to herself, leaning forward a little, feeling the cool glass press against her forehead. She brought her hand up and gently began to trace the water tracks left behind with her finger, as it began to rain.

I don't want to leave. she thought remorsefully as she slowly began to close her eyes, relaxing to the sound the rain brought to her ears.

"Ginny! Have you begun to pack your things yet!" her mom shouted from downstairs.

Ginny jumped at the sound of her mother's voice, forcing her out of her peaceful state of mind. Packed? she thought, bringing herself up a little.

Of course! How could she have forgotten. As usual, the day before they headed back to school was always a mad rush; her mother madly going about the house making preparations, making sure everyone was prepared for the trip ahead. Ginny had put off getting to the task so many times before, ever the procrastinator, to the point of forgetting all about it now, even with only one day left. And time was ticking.

"Well?" Her mother's voice flowed up to her, not sounding too happy with a lack of response from Ginny.

"Uh...getting to it mum!" She shouted back in answer. Ginny quickly sprang to her feet, rushing back and forth throughout her room grabbing just about everything along the way. She could tell her mother was in her usual back-to-school mood, she didn't want to provoke it.

"Very well! Just make sure you're ready by tomorrow morning!" her mom replied, more than a little agitated.

Hearing her mother's steps fade away towards the kitchen, Ginny slowed her pace significantly until she stopped packing altogether. She made her way slowly towards her bed and flung herself onto her back, bouncing a little from the impact. She reveled in how comfortable her bed really was, forcing her mind to think of how uncomfy the beds at Hogwarts could be.

I don't want to leave. she groaned inwardly once again. She wasn't able to push back the small amount of dread that had begun growing within her. As she was beginning to feel just a little wee bit sorry for herself, she heard footsteps outside her bedroom.

She looked up a bit and through the narrow gap of her barely open door, could see Harry rummaging back and forth through the hallway. A small smile appeared on the young girl's face, he reminded her of herself only too soon ago.

She was quite used to having Harry around lately, as he usually was around all the time. Harry was practically part of the Weasley family so this summer, being no different from past summers, had stayed the whole time at the Burrow.

She and Harry had grown rather close during that time, making herself realize that perhaps she never really did like Harry in the way she always thought she did. In fact, she knew she didn't. She had drawn close to him as she would an older brother and liked it that way. She found it so much easier to just be herself around him, unlike before in the many years she'd spent with that silly crush on him.

"Hey Harry, whachya doin?" She chirped from her comfortable position.

She could tell he was a little taken off guard, jumping a little at the sudden interruption, dropping all that he was holding in his hands onto the floor, sending scraps of parchment flying through the air and quills and ink rolling like mad across the floor.

He turned his head to Ginny's direction, who was rather surprised at the smile that appeared on his lips, "Well, I was packing my things." He chuckled.

Ginny blushed a little and couldn't help but feel a little guilty. "Sorry." She muttered.

"It's okay." He responded, as he bent down to pick up the mess.

Ginny hurriedly got up from her bed and went over to Harry, taking it upon herself to help him clean up what was technically her fault.

She bent down beside him and started to help pick up his things, "Sorry." she repeated herself.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I didn't really need this three foot long potions essay anyway." He smiled, holding up a piece of parchment almost completely covered in ink.

Her eyes widened, "Oops." she said nervously, feeling a lot worse.

"Don't feel too bad, I'll just copy it off of Ron's or something." He with a shrug and a wave of his had, discarding his ink covered essay.

"Copy what from me?" Ron strode out into the hall, nearly tripping over his sister and best mate while he was add it.

Harry looked up at a definitely confused looking Ron, "Your potions essay." He informed him.

Ron, who was previously busying himself with rummaging back and forth through the hall way as well, came to a sudden halt. "Essay!" he whipped around, "What essay?" a look of panic showing on his face.

"You mean you didn't do it?" Harry exclaimed from the floor. You could tell he was starting to feel a little paniky himself.

Ron gazed at his feet, thinking for a moment, "I guess I forgot. What am I gonna do? Snape is going to bloody kill me!"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Well serves you right for being so irresponsible all the time."

"How was I supposed to know?" Ron jumped to the defense. "Besides, I'll just copy off Hermione's." he said, relief flooding back into him at the thought of an alternative.

"Oh Ron, you can't be that dense! Hermione would never let you do that. No matter how much she likes you." Ginny told her brother, a teasing smile making its way onto her features at the latter of the sentence.

Ron's face began to turn beat read as he took in what was just said out lout. "Wha…what do you mean? She doesn't like me! She's my best friend!"

"Mmm-hmm." Ginny dragged the phrase slowly. She had to stifle a slight laugh when she saw Ron's face wrinkle up in disgust. She knew she was getting to him.

Ron opened his mouth as if to say something, but was shortly cut off by their mother calling them down for dinner. Of course he was all too glad to oblige, being the first to run down the stairs towards the kitchen, wanting to avoid this conversation at all costs.

The two remaining glanced at each other and couldn't help but laugh at how Ron made things so obvious sometimes. They soon stood up as well and left their task at hand and made their way downstairs, following behind a suspiciously happy looking Ron.

Ginny didn't realize how hungry she was until she smelled the food drifting from the kitchen. They seated themselves down at the round table and all present began to dig into the delicious meal set before them.

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After dinner Ginny made her way back to her bedroom once again to finish her packing. Now with a much fuller stomach, she was actually feeling up to it. She simply flung the majority of her belongings into her trunk, not caring too much about neatness at this point.

She was pretty much through with packing her necessities and was standing over her trunk, hands on her hips, I think that's about everything. she thought with a little nod of her head.

She moved along and jumped up to take a seat on her bed and began to analyze her room. This room had built up a lot of memories over summer vacation. She would miss it terribly. Ginny always hated being away from home. She sighed glancing at the time and decided it was best if she went to bed now.

She stood up and hastily began to undress, changing into her pajamas. After her usual before-bed-routine, she crawled into the sheets and pulled the covers over her head. As soon as her head hit the pillow she closed her eyes and right before letting sleep take over her, thoughts about what the new school year would bring ran through her mind, eventually putting her into a restless sleep.

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