Story of Woe
Prologue.
Summary: If you told anyone about him&her being together.. they would've laughed. But it was inevitable. Fate was about to take it's toll.
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own a single thing in this fan fic, aside for Ginny's friends.. but drat it, if I could, I'd own Draco and Harry! =D
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Ginny Weasley, the auburn haired, hazel eyed, cinnamon freckled, 6th year at the mighty Hogwarts school was alone. She felt so alone, like a shell, with no life under those hand-me-down robes from her older redheaded brothers. The school year had just begun yesterday, and already, Ginny was feeling the depression she always felt when she step onto the school's ancient grounds.
Ever since her first year, when Voldemort decided to use her to open up the Chamber of Secrets, the only thing Ginny dreamed about was the relief of being a normal girl, having normal friends, and maybe even having that certain special guy to wrap his strong arms around her frail shoulders to support her in her times of need. Her once lively eyes were hard and empty, showing no emotion, they would not even show a flicker of feeling. The dream team, whom she had desperately tried to fit into when she was younger, had lately outgrown her presence, and she felt so alone.
Now it was a new day, and Ginny Weasley was determined to make the best of it, even though that morning, when she woke up, she realized her roommates, Sarah, Melody, and Crystal, had not waited for her to get ready and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She felt her depressed soul start to take over, 'Huh.. I don't care' she thought mercilessly as she studied herself in the mirror. She was a mess, even though that didn't come to her as some surprise. Her red hair was always tangled, as if she had tried too hard to tame the untamable frizz, and her face was always pale. Makeup wasn't a priority to her, as was it to the other girls in her year. And being a 6th year and all, Ginny knew she should be wearing those fit- forming robes that didn't leave much to the imagination, but NOOOOO, she had to wear the loose, baggy hand-me-downs. Of course, not that she cared.
With a sigh, Ginny grabbed her scarf and decided to skip breakfast. Not that she was anorexic like most girls giving their body too much of a care, or anything.. she just felt like 'What's the point, man?' if she didn't have anyone to sit with. Her brother, Ron, claimed that he didn't notice a difference in his little sis, along with his scrawny-haired girlfriend, Hermione Granger, and the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, backing him up. She headed to her first class, Potions, to get a good seat and make a pleasant impression on the teacher, who happened to be Snape that year.
Ginny sighed once again, and deep in her thoughts she didn't notice that she was going to bump right into..
SMACK.
Books and quills literally flew everywhere, and being caught off guard, Ginny gasped and tried to help up her unfortunate victim, and at the same time trying to pick everything up, being most unsuccessful.
"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry!" exclaimed a very flushed Ginny, with her face color matching her hair. "I wasn't watching where I was going.." and her words trailed off when she realized who she had bumped right smack into. It was her sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy.
His face, which was usually an angelic [A/N: riiiiiggghhhttt.. lol] pale, was now almost as red as Ginny's face. "Err... you stupid twit. Just get out of my way, will you?" exclaimed the prefect, acting as calm as he possibly could. He then pushed her aside and strode off, acting as if he was in a hurry, but then in mid-step, stopped, as if only then he had just registered what was going on. Ginny's eyes, being so blank and emotionless, caused him to shudder.. they almost reminded him of his stormy gray eyes when he felt depressed. He looked behind his shoulder, just to see the Weasley start to pick up her scattered things, and felt something he had never felt before. He felt a twinge of guilt. Cursing himself for feeling like a fool, he walked back to the girl and started to help pick up her books, which startled Ginny like crazy. She froze and backed away from where the silver-headed Slytherin was helping her. He was HELPING HER.
"Uh.." she muttered, unsure of herself, "You don't have to help me, you know." She managed to get out.
This time it was Draco's turn to freeze. "Well, you're just gonna have to put up with it, you twit." He spat at the girl, "I figure that if I help you, you're gonna have to help me back."
Ginny just kept picking up her last quill [A/N: how much stuff does ginny got?? Haha im so messed up.] and said plainly, "No thanks, but thank you for helping." With that, she walked off towards her class.
Draco sighed. What was he doing? Being nice to that cursed Weasley, well, it was unthinkable! But there was something about her, he thought, nodding to himself. And he intended to find out exactly what was going on in that redhead's mind, although.. he had no idea why he wanted to find out.
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A/N. Eh, I know it's pitiful, and very generic, if I must say. But this IS the prologue, and things WILL get a tad bit more dramatic, as I must say, aye? Haha, well.. reviews? Flames and professional criticism are welcome. Toodeloo!
Prologue.
Summary: If you told anyone about him&her being together.. they would've laughed. But it was inevitable. Fate was about to take it's toll.
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own a single thing in this fan fic, aside for Ginny's friends.. but drat it, if I could, I'd own Draco and Harry! =D
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Ginny Weasley, the auburn haired, hazel eyed, cinnamon freckled, 6th year at the mighty Hogwarts school was alone. She felt so alone, like a shell, with no life under those hand-me-down robes from her older redheaded brothers. The school year had just begun yesterday, and already, Ginny was feeling the depression she always felt when she step onto the school's ancient grounds.
Ever since her first year, when Voldemort decided to use her to open up the Chamber of Secrets, the only thing Ginny dreamed about was the relief of being a normal girl, having normal friends, and maybe even having that certain special guy to wrap his strong arms around her frail shoulders to support her in her times of need. Her once lively eyes were hard and empty, showing no emotion, they would not even show a flicker of feeling. The dream team, whom she had desperately tried to fit into when she was younger, had lately outgrown her presence, and she felt so alone.
Now it was a new day, and Ginny Weasley was determined to make the best of it, even though that morning, when she woke up, she realized her roommates, Sarah, Melody, and Crystal, had not waited for her to get ready and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She felt her depressed soul start to take over, 'Huh.. I don't care' she thought mercilessly as she studied herself in the mirror. She was a mess, even though that didn't come to her as some surprise. Her red hair was always tangled, as if she had tried too hard to tame the untamable frizz, and her face was always pale. Makeup wasn't a priority to her, as was it to the other girls in her year. And being a 6th year and all, Ginny knew she should be wearing those fit- forming robes that didn't leave much to the imagination, but NOOOOO, she had to wear the loose, baggy hand-me-downs. Of course, not that she cared.
With a sigh, Ginny grabbed her scarf and decided to skip breakfast. Not that she was anorexic like most girls giving their body too much of a care, or anything.. she just felt like 'What's the point, man?' if she didn't have anyone to sit with. Her brother, Ron, claimed that he didn't notice a difference in his little sis, along with his scrawny-haired girlfriend, Hermione Granger, and the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, backing him up. She headed to her first class, Potions, to get a good seat and make a pleasant impression on the teacher, who happened to be Snape that year.
Ginny sighed once again, and deep in her thoughts she didn't notice that she was going to bump right into..
SMACK.
Books and quills literally flew everywhere, and being caught off guard, Ginny gasped and tried to help up her unfortunate victim, and at the same time trying to pick everything up, being most unsuccessful.
"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry!" exclaimed a very flushed Ginny, with her face color matching her hair. "I wasn't watching where I was going.." and her words trailed off when she realized who she had bumped right smack into. It was her sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy.
His face, which was usually an angelic [A/N: riiiiiggghhhttt.. lol] pale, was now almost as red as Ginny's face. "Err... you stupid twit. Just get out of my way, will you?" exclaimed the prefect, acting as calm as he possibly could. He then pushed her aside and strode off, acting as if he was in a hurry, but then in mid-step, stopped, as if only then he had just registered what was going on. Ginny's eyes, being so blank and emotionless, caused him to shudder.. they almost reminded him of his stormy gray eyes when he felt depressed. He looked behind his shoulder, just to see the Weasley start to pick up her scattered things, and felt something he had never felt before. He felt a twinge of guilt. Cursing himself for feeling like a fool, he walked back to the girl and started to help pick up her books, which startled Ginny like crazy. She froze and backed away from where the silver-headed Slytherin was helping her. He was HELPING HER.
"Uh.." she muttered, unsure of herself, "You don't have to help me, you know." She managed to get out.
This time it was Draco's turn to freeze. "Well, you're just gonna have to put up with it, you twit." He spat at the girl, "I figure that if I help you, you're gonna have to help me back."
Ginny just kept picking up her last quill [A/N: how much stuff does ginny got?? Haha im so messed up.] and said plainly, "No thanks, but thank you for helping." With that, she walked off towards her class.
Draco sighed. What was he doing? Being nice to that cursed Weasley, well, it was unthinkable! But there was something about her, he thought, nodding to himself. And he intended to find out exactly what was going on in that redhead's mind, although.. he had no idea why he wanted to find out.
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A/N. Eh, I know it's pitiful, and very generic, if I must say. But this IS the prologue, and things WILL get a tad bit more dramatic, as I must say, aye? Haha, well.. reviews? Flames and professional criticism are welcome. Toodeloo!