Chapter 1: 'Bad Mood' Lunch
Ginny plopped herself down as
well as her tray at the front of the Gryffindor table. Good, she was as faraway
from Ron, Hermione, and their asshole of a best friend. She wasn't exactly in
what you'd call a 'good mood'. Quite the contrary actually.
She narrowed her eyes at the green peas that lay immobile on
her plate. Harry's eyes were a much more appealing green than those peas – but
who gives? Ginny picked up her clean fork, smashed Harry's eyes and laid
the fork back down. The fork was now filthy with green mushy stuff, just like
her heart.
Ginny felt her nose tingle and her eyes burn out of rage. No,
she thought, no more crying. I did enough yesterday. Besides, she wasn't
going to let Harry know he was bothering her. Ginny Weasley moved on, remember?
She pursed her lips, kept her head up, and stared down at her food.
Minutes ticked by of furiously gazing at her plate, now
decorated with demented raviolis and smashed green peas. Minutes wasted of
thinking about how distressed she was with Harry Potter. She glanced at her
fork and saw her heart bleeding.
As a little kid, Ginny used to think girls that brooded over
guys were mentally challenged. As a little kid Ginny was stupid or perhaps she was
mentally challenged. Or both.
She couldn't help but to remember she had promised herself never
to mope around. Right now her point of view was: 'promises weren't meant to be
kept'. Those days of 'merry little Ginny' were gone. It's not your fault,
she forced herself to think, but it was no use. She wasn't mad at Harry or her
brother and girlfriend for believing his side of the story. Ginny suddenly
realized she was mad at herself.
Ginny's good friend and roommate, Kerri, sat next to Ginny.
She took one glance at Ginny's expression and lowed her gaze, not bothering to
even look at Ginny's plate. She knew silence was the best way to cope with
Ginny when she was mad.
At this point she saw Ron and his know-it-all of a
girlfriend, Hermione practically examining her from the other end of the table.
Harry had already left.
Ginny purposely dropped her fork into her mess of a lunch,
banged her right elbow down on the hard table, and supported the right side of
her face with a hand. Good, she thought, insanely happy, they can't
see me. Ginny suddenly had the urge to burst out laughing.
Ron's girlfriend delicately took a seat across from Ginny to
"talk things out". Ginny's rather devious smile caught Hermione by surprise.
Ginny faced her, put on a sugary high-pitched voice and told
Hermione, "Hi Hermione! You want to talk things over and decide who's telling the
truth about your perverted best friend and who isn't?"
"Look Ginny—"
"I don't want to look anymore!" Ginny screamed,
letting every word sink in "Can't you see I am fed up with you and
your—" Once again Ginny puts on a cruel mocking voice "—I'm little Miss
Perfect—" back to yelling, "—Act!"
"And don't pretend to be mad," Ginny said shaking her head,
as if sarcastically feeling sorry. "Because, you'll only be mad once I stick my
work of art IN YOUR FACE!"
Letting out a girlish scream, Hermione ducked as Ginny shoved
her plate (with the food side facing Hermione) across the table. To Ginny's
slight delight the mashed peas and raviolis streaked her shaggy hair.
Her mouth in the shape of a shocked O, Hermione covered her face
and ran towards the Great Hall entrance. But she couldn't get on the other side
of the doors quickly enough to block off her sobbing.
Ron aimed Ginny a look that said, I'll kill you later,
and ran after his girlfriend. Ginny, on the other hand still had a cruel smile
imprinted on her face, as Kerri rushed by shaking her head and muttering
threateningly in a sing-song type of voice, "I don't know you." Ginny stood up.
"Yes you do!" Ginny shouted at Kerri, her hands on her hips.
All of the people in the Great Hall were watching this like it was a play in a
theater. Even the Professors. Ginny didn't really care about the audience.
Draco Malfoy, unafraid to push Ginny's buttons, turned to
walk towards the entrance hall, chuckling to himself.
"You think it's funny, do you?" Ginny demanded picking up
speed as she walked to Draco. "Well I'll tell you what's even funnier!"
The two broke into a run. As if suddenly mobile again, the
teachers yelled and screamed threateningly for them to stop. The Gyffindor's
complained about losing even more points then she already did.
But Ginny didn't care about detention or losing some more
points for her House. Couldn't they see she was in pursuit of Draco Malfoy? It
wasn't really Malfoy she was angry at — it was more like her, or even more,
Harry. Since at the moment she wasn't exactly willing to go anywhere near Harry
— there was her opportunity! Malfoy!
After a couple of flights of stairs they reached the dead-end
of a corridor. Malfoy, looking a lot more freaked out without his sidekicks
Crabbe and Goyle, recklessly searched his robes for his wand.
Ginny was effortlessly twirling hers in her hand.
"Aww," Ginny said in a cruel sardonic tone, "poor Malfoy
doesn't have his wand. Always thought Ginny was a little goody two shoes huh,
Mal-"
"No," Draco said, desperately trying to think of ways to keep
up his cool act, "I always thought a Weasel like you was dung that stalked
Potter, kissing the floor he steps on."
Ginny froze. Malfoy had touched a sensitive spot on her
crumbled heart. A spot that would never heal.
So that's what he thinks of me, she thought, that's what they all think of me. Her
eyes glazed over with impatient tears waiting to fall and run down her cheeks.
But she never let them.
Feeling dizzy Ginny walked to a wall and slid down to the
floor. Her wand lay somewhere, forgotten. She hugged her knees knocking out
whatever harsh remarks Malfoy was saying and let her head droop. Her dreams
were going to overpower her once her eyelids closed but it was no use. She fell
sideways as hot tears splashed the floor. Ginny hands clutched her scalp,
pushing away her hair as bad memories engulfed her.
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AN: Yeah
I know I'm getting obsessive with cliffhangers but I don't have the time to
right more so I'm leaving you off with this! Now as for the begging: pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease
review!!!!!! I'll name all the faithful people that review and will be posted
in the next part – I swear!!!
