a/n this is my first fan fic that I have put onto the site. I really hope that you enjoy it!
diclaimer: unfortunatetly, the characters of Harry Potter belong to the wonderful jk Rowling. only the plot is mine ;)
`*~Underestimated Love~*`
Ginny looked out the compartment window, staring blankly at the beautiful landscapes spread out in front of her, musing to herself. As she watched the train speed up, all the trees turning into one green jumble, melting one into the other, the girl wondered if maybe that was what love was like, if one person just melted into the other one and you never knew where one ended and the other began. Ginny thought that perhaps she was in love with Harry, but he never showed any interest in her, and if it was true love, then shouldn't he feel the same as her? She turned her head from the window, the flowing trees making her a bit dizzy, as she turned her attention to the three people sharing the compartment with her. There was her brother. Although an insufferable git, still her brother. She had to love him. He had grown just as tall as the twins were at his age, probably surpassing them with an astounding 6 feet 4 inches. He had stayed on as the keeper for the Quidditch team since their fifth year and he had become just as good as Oliver Wood. Then there was Hermione, sitting silently between the two boys, a book in hand, while pretending to listen to them talk about Quidditch. She had definitely grown into her knobbly knees and poofy hair. She always had the rapt attention of all the male population at Hogwarts. Hermione never really noticed this quality in herself, which made her even more desirable. Hermione's eyes had matured into a chocolate brown, deep with intelligence and a sparkle that said she was a woman who knew what she was doing. When Hermione talked, people would listen. Last but not least was Harry. He was the boy who lived, the butt of every Malfoy joke, the keeper of Ginny's heart. He had the sleek build of a seeker, tall and muscular, but small. His hair, no matter how many times he brushed it, would still stick up in the back. Ginny loved that about his hair, it made you just want to run your hands through it. Ginny shook herself as if coming out of a trance. In Ginny's opinion, Harry Potter was the most fit guy in all of Hogwarts, with his deep emerald eyes and his general jovial air that was never superior, that never made anyone feel less important. Unless, of course, you were Ron's little sister.
The object of her musings turned his head towards her, sensing someone was watching him. Ginny quickly averted her eyes, blushing a furious red to match her hair. Ginny was too quick to act and never saw the smile that was playing at Harry's lips. As a distraction, Ginny took out her Muggle romance novel that was about two lovers who were from duelling families, but fought for their love. She found this kind of forbidden love quite romantic. Ginny took out the bookmark from the place she had left her two lovers at and began to read once more. She sneaked a peek at Harry over the top of her book. Thankfully he had gone back to his conversation with Ron, leaving Ginny free to admire him without any interruption.
She didn't get long to do this, when the compartment door was pulled open with copious
amounts of force, making four heads turn at once. In the entranceway was none other then
Malfoy. Ginny rolled her eyes at him; did he not get tired of terrorizing them year after year? She
put her Muggle book down beside her, kind of welcome to the distraction, no matter how
annoyed. The trio was silently glaring at the git, making Ginny roll her eyes yet again. She
looked to Malfoy, who was standing silently at the door; amused at the expressions he was
getting from the trio.
"Malferret, what is it that you want, we're kind of busy trying to ignore you." She said bravely, not
afraid of the sharp Slytherin tongue he came equipped with. Malfoy's grey eyes turned to her,
with a look of admiration in them ,she guessed, but then that look quickly disappeared and was
replaced with contempt.
"Oh, I can see that you're all so busy, " he said sarcastically, "Look, I just came to tell you that
you should be getting on your robes, and Granger, there is a meeting for prefects and Head boy
and girl in the first compartment in the train, right now." With that, he left. Ginny was shocked
and obviously were the other three. He was still the wanker she remembered him to be from last
year; he still had that superior air. Harry and Draco were exact opposites, although equally fit in
the eyes of the students of the female persuasion. Her breath had caught when he had looked
right at her, but she figured it was because they were such an unusual colour. They were a light
grey that he hid all his secrets in. All the girls tried to make him relinquish the keys to them, but
no one had succeeded as of yet. He had this secrecy thing that intrigued all of the girls, even
some of the boys, Ginny mused, and he always seemed to be angry. In the years she had
known Malfoy, she had never once seen him smile. She had often wondered to herself what he
would look like with a smile, but the two were such opposites, she could never picture it without
making him seem evil.
"What was that?" Ginny asked, almost disappointed, "No witty repartee?" Harry laughed at her comment, making Ron and Hermione come out of their trance. He smiled at Ginny, causing her to
blush yet again. She smiled, and turned her focus on Ron and Hermione. Ginny
almost laughed out loud at the expressions of the two, but decided against it. They were still stunned by Malfoys out of character behaviour.
"Well, Hermione, I guess you should get to that meeting." said Ginny. Hermione looked lost for
a second, then realization dawned on her face.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about that," she said, turning to face Harry, "that was a little odd wasn't it? He never said a word about me being a mudblood or you, scarface, or Ron a Muggle lover!" The trio was
thoroughly shocked. Ginny laughed out loud this time, making the three turn to stare at her,
incredulously.
"Look, guys, maybe he was having a bad day and couldn't think of anything to say, or maybe you shouldn't kick a gift horse in the mouth! How long have you guys been saying that you'd wish
he'd just leave you alone! Now that he does, you don't just make a scene about it, you
make a three act play!" Ginny said, getting up out of her seat.
"And where are you going?" asked Ron, acting very brotherly. Ginny had a habit of rolling her
eyes, and continued that habit by doing so at her brother.
"Oh Ron, don't start!" she said, throwing her hands up in frustration, "Did you not just hear what Malfoy said? We should get on our robes!"
"Oh," he said, looking away from his annoyed sister.
Ginny walked out of the compartment, furtively seeking for any trace of the mysterious Malfoy. He had intrigued Ginny in a way that she had never felt before. This was it, Ginny was definately going crazy. She shook her head at herself, and walked off in the direction she hoped was opposite to Malfoy's. Cool and calm eyes watched her as she made her way down the corridor, unfelt or seen by the youngest Weasly.
a/n well, that is it for now....i'm waiting for your feedback before I write another chapter, to see if you liked it at all and if i should bother to keep going.......thank you very much for reading it!!
Magen
diclaimer: unfortunatetly, the characters of Harry Potter belong to the wonderful jk Rowling. only the plot is mine ;)
`*~Underestimated Love~*`
Ginny looked out the compartment window, staring blankly at the beautiful landscapes spread out in front of her, musing to herself. As she watched the train speed up, all the trees turning into one green jumble, melting one into the other, the girl wondered if maybe that was what love was like, if one person just melted into the other one and you never knew where one ended and the other began. Ginny thought that perhaps she was in love with Harry, but he never showed any interest in her, and if it was true love, then shouldn't he feel the same as her? She turned her head from the window, the flowing trees making her a bit dizzy, as she turned her attention to the three people sharing the compartment with her. There was her brother. Although an insufferable git, still her brother. She had to love him. He had grown just as tall as the twins were at his age, probably surpassing them with an astounding 6 feet 4 inches. He had stayed on as the keeper for the Quidditch team since their fifth year and he had become just as good as Oliver Wood. Then there was Hermione, sitting silently between the two boys, a book in hand, while pretending to listen to them talk about Quidditch. She had definitely grown into her knobbly knees and poofy hair. She always had the rapt attention of all the male population at Hogwarts. Hermione never really noticed this quality in herself, which made her even more desirable. Hermione's eyes had matured into a chocolate brown, deep with intelligence and a sparkle that said she was a woman who knew what she was doing. When Hermione talked, people would listen. Last but not least was Harry. He was the boy who lived, the butt of every Malfoy joke, the keeper of Ginny's heart. He had the sleek build of a seeker, tall and muscular, but small. His hair, no matter how many times he brushed it, would still stick up in the back. Ginny loved that about his hair, it made you just want to run your hands through it. Ginny shook herself as if coming out of a trance. In Ginny's opinion, Harry Potter was the most fit guy in all of Hogwarts, with his deep emerald eyes and his general jovial air that was never superior, that never made anyone feel less important. Unless, of course, you were Ron's little sister.
The object of her musings turned his head towards her, sensing someone was watching him. Ginny quickly averted her eyes, blushing a furious red to match her hair. Ginny was too quick to act and never saw the smile that was playing at Harry's lips. As a distraction, Ginny took out her Muggle romance novel that was about two lovers who were from duelling families, but fought for their love. She found this kind of forbidden love quite romantic. Ginny took out the bookmark from the place she had left her two lovers at and began to read once more. She sneaked a peek at Harry over the top of her book. Thankfully he had gone back to his conversation with Ron, leaving Ginny free to admire him without any interruption.
She didn't get long to do this, when the compartment door was pulled open with copious
amounts of force, making four heads turn at once. In the entranceway was none other then
Malfoy. Ginny rolled her eyes at him; did he not get tired of terrorizing them year after year? She
put her Muggle book down beside her, kind of welcome to the distraction, no matter how
annoyed. The trio was silently glaring at the git, making Ginny roll her eyes yet again. She
looked to Malfoy, who was standing silently at the door; amused at the expressions he was
getting from the trio.
"Malferret, what is it that you want, we're kind of busy trying to ignore you." She said bravely, not
afraid of the sharp Slytherin tongue he came equipped with. Malfoy's grey eyes turned to her,
with a look of admiration in them ,she guessed, but then that look quickly disappeared and was
replaced with contempt.
"Oh, I can see that you're all so busy, " he said sarcastically, "Look, I just came to tell you that
you should be getting on your robes, and Granger, there is a meeting for prefects and Head boy
and girl in the first compartment in the train, right now." With that, he left. Ginny was shocked
and obviously were the other three. He was still the wanker she remembered him to be from last
year; he still had that superior air. Harry and Draco were exact opposites, although equally fit in
the eyes of the students of the female persuasion. Her breath had caught when he had looked
right at her, but she figured it was because they were such an unusual colour. They were a light
grey that he hid all his secrets in. All the girls tried to make him relinquish the keys to them, but
no one had succeeded as of yet. He had this secrecy thing that intrigued all of the girls, even
some of the boys, Ginny mused, and he always seemed to be angry. In the years she had
known Malfoy, she had never once seen him smile. She had often wondered to herself what he
would look like with a smile, but the two were such opposites, she could never picture it without
making him seem evil.
"What was that?" Ginny asked, almost disappointed, "No witty repartee?" Harry laughed at her comment, making Ron and Hermione come out of their trance. He smiled at Ginny, causing her to
blush yet again. She smiled, and turned her focus on Ron and Hermione. Ginny
almost laughed out loud at the expressions of the two, but decided against it. They were still stunned by Malfoys out of character behaviour.
"Well, Hermione, I guess you should get to that meeting." said Ginny. Hermione looked lost for
a second, then realization dawned on her face.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about that," she said, turning to face Harry, "that was a little odd wasn't it? He never said a word about me being a mudblood or you, scarface, or Ron a Muggle lover!" The trio was
thoroughly shocked. Ginny laughed out loud this time, making the three turn to stare at her,
incredulously.
"Look, guys, maybe he was having a bad day and couldn't think of anything to say, or maybe you shouldn't kick a gift horse in the mouth! How long have you guys been saying that you'd wish
he'd just leave you alone! Now that he does, you don't just make a scene about it, you
make a three act play!" Ginny said, getting up out of her seat.
"And where are you going?" asked Ron, acting very brotherly. Ginny had a habit of rolling her
eyes, and continued that habit by doing so at her brother.
"Oh Ron, don't start!" she said, throwing her hands up in frustration, "Did you not just hear what Malfoy said? We should get on our robes!"
"Oh," he said, looking away from his annoyed sister.
Ginny walked out of the compartment, furtively seeking for any trace of the mysterious Malfoy. He had intrigued Ginny in a way that she had never felt before. This was it, Ginny was definately going crazy. She shook her head at herself, and walked off in the direction she hoped was opposite to Malfoy's. Cool and calm eyes watched her as she made her way down the corridor, unfelt or seen by the youngest Weasly.
a/n well, that is it for now....i'm waiting for your feedback before I write another chapter, to see if you liked it at all and if i should bother to keep going.......thank you very much for reading it!!
Magen