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Author's Note: I hope you like this; it just kind of came to me. I'd like to know your opinion, but you don't need to let me know. If you don't like this, I'm sorry for the waste of your time, and I hope that next time you find something more worth it.
It Happened, Now Should I let it Bother Me?
Chapter one: Barely what happened?
It was going to be a perfect day. A perfect day, as soon as I got on that train it was supposed to be great. I would no longer have to deal with my asshole family, and I wouldn't have to deal with anyone. I was going to be in 7th year with all of my friends, Dumbledore was going to let me have another go at that hat to see if, after how much I changed last year if I should still be in Gryffindor. It was supposed to be a great day. So what the hell happened!
Ginny thought about the day's events and how it had all happened, and how, as uncanny as it was, she still blamed it all on herself rather than those around her.
Earlier that day-
"Hey mum, how's it goin'?" asked Ginny as she walked into the kitchen from her morning run. At first she ran because she was mad, then she ran to think, and finally it started getting to where she was either mad or had to think so often that she just took a run before getting ready for the day.
"Fine, darling; but if you insist on waking up a 4:30 to run, could you try to make a little less noise in the morning? Not that I ever hear it, you know I sleep like a rock, but your father has been complaining of hearing some rather vulgar profanity coming from you room in the morning." Her mother gave her a look that clearly read 'as if I really mind' but Ginny knew better than to address her mother on it and simply replied by ignoring it for another subject.
"I'm going to miss my friends over school. It was rather hard telling them last night that I was returning to Hogwarts. They all believe that America was better for me than anything. I know I only spent part of my year and summer there, but being home is rather strange. Even now and I've been here almost a month and a half, and Ron still insists that I don't have a clue as to what's going on between him, Harry and Hermione. It isn't that hard to realize that they're all taken over the war being over."
"Well, Ginny dear, you know that it's hard for them to come to terms with the fact that you did grow up, and not only had that but received a reputation at school."
"I know that, but it was my fifth year, I can't help that I happen to like my friends able to from grammatically correct sentences without having to look up the words I use to understand me. I know, I probably shouldn't have started hanging out with seventh years, but at least they were a challenge. I say two sentences to Ron and he looks at me like I have two heads or something."
"I know, you're preaching to the coir, honey but think of it this way. You love to read, and you always have, so you being able to read muggle Shakespeare at the age of seven doesn't surprise me. Ginny, you're the baby in the family and for you to always have a book of some sort or writing away in some notebook doesn't surprise me, but your brothers aren't used to it. You barely spoke with them until after you were nearly over with your fourth year. And do you remember what you said to Ron?"
"Yes, I called him a self-righteous, hypocritical, stuck up, prat and that he needed to worry about what he was wearing and doing behind closed doors, rather than what I'm wearing and to whom I converse with behind closed doors. He was awfully red, and I overheard Hermione telling Harry that Ron was in the Library trying to figure out what I had said to him."
"And he never said much to you after that. You have always hung out with people older than you, and I trust you because I know that you've never done anything that could possibly put you in a bad situation. You choose your friends carefully and with some ease. You have blossomed into a wonderful young lady, and you've even managed to find a way to cause trouble, get straight A's and still find time to write."
"I never actually caused any real trouble at Hogwarts, unless you count confusing Snape in my second year. But as Lokani would like to put it, as soon as she broke my shell, I was wild. I still don't really talk to my brothers, but we don't have anything in common. Bill and I have the most in common, but he's also the oldest and for some reason that makes perfect sense to me. Charlie loves dragons, and I can't even barely stand to read about them in books. Percy and I have the fact that we both get straight A's but other than that, he and I are about as alike as metal and techno. The Twins-don't even get me started, they cause way too much trouble; in school and girls. But then there's Ron. People think that just because he and I are the closest in age that we love to talk and that he and I have so much in common, but really he and I are the least alike of all my brothers. I don't know why, but I like it that way."
"Have you ever thought that it might have something to do with Harry?"
"Yes. I know it probably does. Everyone thinks that I have the biggest crush on him and all I ever wanted was to know was if he and I had anything in common. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if Ron's friends and I had something in common I cold find something in common with Ron. It was a fruitless act and I know that, but it happened and I can't exactly help what people think."
"And, Ginny, which is why I know that you can take care of yourself this year. They still don't know why you just disappeared last year. Not even your father knows, as much as I know it kills him."
"I'm not sure if I really ready for people to know."
"Then don't tell them. You do what you want with your life, because no matter what, you will always have yourself telling you what you want to do. If people try to force you then they will learn you will close up to them. And I want you to have a good year, and a great life. I know it'll be hard going into seventh year when all of your friends graduated last year, but hopefully, if the Hat decides you've changed enough that you need to have your house changed, then so be it. Everyone will eventually understand, and if they don't then they don't need to know in the first place."
"Thanks mum, I appreciate it."
"Anytime, what am I here for anyway?"
Ginny chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. I'm going to go get ready."
"Ok, I'll send one of the boys up to get you when breakfast is ready."
"Alright, bye."
Ginny then went and got ready for school. Last year, toward the middle of the second term, she had moved to America to go to school. Only four people knew, her mother, Dumbledore, Krinkel (the headmaster at her American school), and the one who had found her the night she left.
No! She told herself, you are not going to think about it. They know nothing except, ok that's a lie but it's not like he actually told anyone. Oh god, I hope he hasn't, what happens if the people he told and they try to use it against me. NO!
"YOU WILL NOT THINK ABOUT IT!" Ginny shouted the last bit on accident. She had just pulled her shirt over her head when Harry came into the room.
"I don't want to know who you're talking to, but could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to still sleep." Ginny noticed Harry was clad only in boxers. Then he started mumbling.
"Huh?" she asked him.
"'Are you stalking me 'cause that would be super'. Cute shirt." And then he turned around and walked back to Ron's room across the hall.
On the train-
"I'm worried." Hermione said. She had grown up, but she wasn't the best looking, many thought her 'baby cute' and she hadn't developed very much, despite her being almost eighteen.
"What are you worried about?" asked Ron.
"Well, I thought that they sent Head badges in the mail, but I still have yet to receive mine."
"Perhaps it got lost in post. Did you receive the rest of your letter and things for school this year?" Harry asked her.
"Yes, I have. But no where did my letter mention being head girl. It's not like I didn't get it." She replied.
Ginny then coughed, and decided that she was thirsty and needed some water. Sitting with them was only to give her a reason to ignore everyone else. At least they didn't try to put in effort in finding anything out about her. It was good, and made it easy to 'forget' to tell them that she not only was skipping her sixth year, and changing houses, but that she'd also made head girl.
"I'm thirsty, later." Ginny mumbled before grabbing her bag and making her way quickly down the train to the luggage car.
As Ginny walked in she noticed that she wasn't alone, but thought better of talking to the person who she had been trying to avoid in thought since that very night last year.
Draco barely raised his head to see who had walked into the luggage car, ready to ream anyone who tried to come any closer. His friends could rot in hell for all he cared at the moment. He hadn't had a chance to write in two weeks because of his bastard father saying it was a weakness. Little did his father know that he was in the side of the light now, after that day.
FUCK! I don't need to think about her, or what happened that night. Or those that followed that. Even though I still don't know where she went other than to another school, her brother's don't even know. Then again I'm not surprised; they don't know anything about her. No one really does. She doesn't let people in. and that night….NO I won't, I refuse to, I will NOT think about what happened that night. I'm amazed that she's even here. I'll have to be head boy with her as head girl. I'll bet Dumbledore did this on purpose. He's always doing things like that….
As Draco continued to write, he kept one eye on Ginny. As she walked right past him, further back in the car, he couldn't help but take a long look at her. She'd gotten in shape. From the jeans she was wearing, he could tell that she had runner's legs. She'd filled out too, especially in her face. She no longer looked like the frightened little fifth year that he loved to torment. No, she looked like a well developed young lady. It looked as though she had also developed a backbone, for wearing that shirt, and makeup. She couldn't have cared what people though anymore, if she did he'd be amazed.
Twenty minuets and four pages in his journal later, Draco noticed that someone was standing in front of him. Stopping his C.D. player and taking out his headphones, he looked up to see that Pansy, much to his dislike, was standing before him, obviously trying to be patient.
"Yes." Draco asked her. He knew that all she wanted to do was try and get into his pants, again. Unlike what people thought, he really didn't shag every girl who threw themselves at him. Granted, he wasn't a virgin, but he was no whore either. Truth be told, most of the girls who said they'd done something were lying for the own reputation. Sometimes, if it was to his benefit, he would call them on the rumor. But mostly he let everyone think what they wanted, he really didn't care. Since last year he hadn't so much as thought as any other girl in any way other than for friendship, but it was complicated since nothing had really happened, even though only he hadn't ever really done anything.
"Well, Drake, you know that we have to change into our robes sooner or later and I just thought that we could do it for each other." She told him in a sickly sweet voice. He and her had hooked up once or twice in his fifth year, and since then she had always tried to get him back into bed, he'd always declined.
"Sorry, but as usual, I don't think that that can happen. Even though we won't be arriving at Hogwarts for a while, there is a Heads meeting, and than a Prefects meeting I must attend, and then I must help in telling everyone to change. So, I respectfully decline your offer, as nice as it was of you. I will see you later, Pansy." With that, Draco closed his notebook and walked out of the luggage car, only to walk back in and look toward the back.
"Pansy, did you happen to notice anyone leaving or anyone in here when you came in?" he asked her.
"Yes, the little Weasley girl was walking from what seemed to be this direction, but I assumed it was from the restroom. You know, when you're not in front of your father, you really are a sweet guy. Unless you feel like being evil." She cooed.
"I'm going to stick with my declination, I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I don't mind, but I will get you back one day, even if it's only so you have a way to release your frustrations. I wouldn't mind."
"Bye Pansy. I'll see you later."
"Bye Draco."
Draco walked back out of the luggage car and started down the long hallway checking cars' for Ginny, she needed to be at the heads meeting, and he didn't know if McGonagall had found her like she'd been trying to before the train ride.
"There she is." Draco whispered to himself, while opening the car door.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spit out.
"I need the Head, Weasley." He replied, keeping his tone even.
"Oh, see, I told you they made a mistake. Just one moment Malfoy and I'll be there…" Hermione started, but he cut her off.
"No, I need Weasley." Ginny's head shot up.
"I made head boy?" Ron said curiously.
"No, you didn't, she did." Draco said, pointing to Ginny, who quickly grabbed her things.
"GINNY! A SIXTH YEAR GOT HEAD GIRL OVER ME, A SEVENTH YEAR, THE SMARTEST PERSON AT HOGWARTS AND SHE GOT IT! IS DUMBLEDORE OFF HIS ROCKER!" shouted Hermione.
"No, Hermione. There is a lot you don't know about me, and more you'll never have the chance to. But I made Head Girl, and I'm not a sixth year, I've skipped it. There are more things that you won't know about until everyone else does. Take your self-absorbed self and get a life check, because you aren't the smartest person that ever walked Hogwarts. Stop pretending your gods' gift." Ginny told her, her tone even, and her manner calm. She merely closed the door and started walking before Hermione had a chance to reply.
"Nice job." Draco told her as he walked beside her.
"I wasn't trying to tell her off or anything, but she's on a very high house and no one wants to put up with it anymore." She replied.
"What about Potter and Weasley?" he said while looking at her.
"Please, they're more interested in each other than her, and if she can't see that both of them are flying the other side of the rainbow than she is, she's in for a hell of a surprise when she asks them that question she was practicing this morning."
"And what might that have been?"
"None of your business, and don't pretend that you and I are great buddies over that."
"Why would I? It's not like you where there the next day, or the day after."
"Were here." Ginny opened the car door and noticed McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Snape all sitting in the car talking.
Author's Note: I plan on writing more to this, but my life is crazy right now and it's almost one am, and I have school tomorrow. So I'm leaving it here. Hopefully you like it, and if you don't then sorry that you didn't. I don't know when I'll update next, but like I said, I do plan on writing more than this eventually. Well, if your motivated, review, if not, thank you for reading.