This is the first chapter of a major rewrite of a story that I posted on here ages ago. I deleted the old version, because , quite frankly, it sucked. So enjoy this new version, and review!
-Kels
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR HAIRSPRAY. I'M NOT THAT COOL.
Chapter 1
Growing Up is Hard to Do
"Ginny wake up!" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed.
16 year old Ginny Weasley stared at the dirty wood beams on the ceiling and sighed. She had been up for almost an hour but just couldn't bring herself to get out of bed. She threw off the covers and got out of her bed. She stood in front of the mirror and wiped her tear stained face. Tomorrow she would have to return to Hogwarts and face everything she was trying to forget. The summer holiday had been a hard one for the youngest Weasley. She had put herself into isolation after the funeral and all that fallowed. She had found a since of false comfort in food , and as a result she had gained weight. Now 40lbs heavier, she hated the way she looked, and to top it off whenever Fred and George came to the house they just had to bring it up, not that her mother ever let her forget it.
"Ginny!" Her mother yelled up the stairs.
"I'm up!" She yelled back
She walked over to the old sowing machine that sat at a small table on the other side of the room. Since none of her clothes fit her, and due to the fact that her family was pretty low on money, she had learned to make her own clothes. It was actually kind of cool, but it was also a bit depressing. Ginny took a pile of clothes from the table and put them in her already open trunk. She sighed, 'Time to face the music.' she thought. She slammed her trunk shut and headed downstairs. She winced as the floorboards creaked beneath her. In the kitchen Ron was getting an earful from Mrs. Weasley.
"…and don't even think" she said her voice shill, "of pulling anything this year Ronald, because if you do you are throwing away your future! And…"
Ron and Ginny exchanged knowing glances. As Mrs. Weasley continued to lecture Ron Ginny grabbed a beaten up bowl from the cupboard.
Molly Weasley suddenly turned on her only daughter, "Ginny, what are you eating?" She inquired her hands on her wide hips.
"Um, Cereal." she said slowly.
"Well" Mrs. Weasley replied, "you better use the fat free milk."
Ginny sighed and poured milk on her cereal.
"When are we leaving?" she asked Ron.
"Half hour." he replied.
"Good" She mouthed and rolled her eyes. Ron smirked and nodded his head.
45 minuets later Ginny and Ron stood in front of the scarlet engine that was the Hogwarts express. Ginny looked at her feet and wished that she could hide someplace.
Ron, noticing this, spoke up, "Hey at least we'll be away from Mum." he muttered.
"yeah, I guess there's a bright side." she muttered back.
They boarded the train and tried to find a seat. Ginny started to nervously rummage through her shoulder bag for her magazine. Suddenly somebody ran into her shoulder.
"Oh sorry Ginny" a quiet voice muttered.
Ginny looked up to face Draco Malfoy's pale face. She hardly recognized him. There was something different about him. And he was alone.
"It's okay." She replied. He nodded and walked away.
Ginny watched him for a couple of seconds before running to catch up with her brother.