Disclaimer: I own nothing of the plot to the original story that provided a plot to this story, it is one hundred and ten percent J.K. Rowling's. And she just so happens to rock, so give the woman some damn credit. Which you probably already do, cause where would we all be and what would we be doing if we weren't reading or writing Harry Potter FanFiction stories based off of her stories. No where, that's where. So I assume the credit has been given. And now I'm rambling...ONWARD! Ohk, so this be like my first story of Harry Potter that I'm actually going to try and go through with and finish. Woot! Wish me luck, cause if you like this chapter, I'm gonna need luck to finish the rest of the chapters. Hah. Ten pennies says that none of you actually read this and I'm probably just talking to myself here. Oh well, enjoy(if you read this)!
Grey: Chapter One
Ginny had been walking around in a daze and numb state for a while now. She wasn't really walking anywhere; just through the halls thinking, while a lone tear would slide down her cheek now and then. The throb in her newest wound was beginning to dull and it just made Ginny want to lash out on her upper thigh again.
"Harry..why? Why did he have to go and do that?" Ginny could hear Hermione Granger, Ron's old girlfriend, cry to Harry Potter. She turned the corner to go and talk with them if they let her. After all it had been her brother, and best friend along with theirs that had committed suicide. But when Ginny finally got to turning the corner something in her snapped. Here they were standing in front of the Great Hall lip locked and tonsil hockey going on. Ron had died not two days ago.
"You dirty fucking tramp! You're the problem! You were the problem! I hate you! I hate you!" Ginny screamed kicking Hermione in the left shin. Harry stepped back shocked and Hermione fell to the ground with a scream. "You're probably why he's gone! He loved you, you fucking cheating whore! And you're fucking making out with his best mate two days later! You're just a slut! I hate you! I'm glad I never had to know you! Both of you!" Ginny yelled turning to Harry now, tears flowing very rapidly from her bloodshot eyes.
Ginny was about to land a punch to Harry's jaw when someone caught her fist. "Weasley, I highly recommend that you not do this," Draco Malfoy said in a quiet and soft tone. 'Damn prat...' Ginny thought giving him a glossy glare. "Come on, back to the common room with you. Seventh year potions won't wait for your emotional anger and frustration." Draco ushered Ginny away by grabbing a handful of her robes at the back.
"Don't touch me. I can get there myself." Ginny drawled in a very deadly tone, wrenching from his grasp. Draco noticed something red drip down the outside of her thigh just past the hem of her skirt. Blood.
You see, Ginerva Molly Weasley had not only managed to get into Seventh year with the Golden Trio...now Duet, along with the number one Prat. She was also a pretty much disowned daughter. A Slytherin. And a cutter.
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Alright, you know what to do. If you want more, you gotta review. If not, then I take that you hate it and want me to stop and go jump off a cliff or something or other. And I know it was short, but it was just a taste test of sorts to see if I should continue or if it'd be a waste of my time.
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