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P.S. I know this chapter is short, but I promise all the other chapters will be a lot longer, and the next chapter should be out within the next couple of days.
This year, things are gonna be different, Ginny Weasley thought as she finished packing her already overloaded trunk for the trip to Hogwarts. I got a new
look, and I'm determined not be Ron's little tag-along sister anymore, plus the fact that Dumbledore said I could skip sixth year and go straight to
seventh certainly doesn't hurt. I wonder if anyone will recognize me.
As she took one last glance in her mirror before leaving for King's Cross Station, looking back at her was no longer the small, meek, insignificant girl, but
instead a strong, beautiful, elegant woman. She had grown up over the summer. Last year's stick-straight bright orange hair, and boyish figure, had developed
into a long, wavy mane, and a more shapely physique.
The trip to the station was just as it always was: boring. What did make the trip to Hogwarts more interesting, however, was the unannounced, yet not entirely
unexpected, visit from Malfoy and his "associates"; Crabbe and Goyle. Ginny always enjoyed watching her brother get all worked up over some ridiculous
insult Draco would undoubtedly throw at him. This visit was not-unlike any of the others she had witnessed over the years; Draco would sneer, look Ron up
and down, some nasty comment spilling out of his mouth, then wait for Ron's expected reaction, smirk, and then leave with his usual cold, piercing glare.
Except something was missing this time, he seemed, different somehow. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was not normal with Draco Malfoy.