Prologue:
Ginny lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was July 14th, and Harry had just come. She smirked as she remembered the look he had given her. She had grown pretty nicely; her hair fell in auburn waves down her back, the ends brushing her waist. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled mischievously. She was finally over Harry, Thank god for that, she thought to herself. She had been a fool, falling for him. He was just a heartless little boy, exactly like the rest of them. (A.N. Sorry but I'm in a hate-Harry-Potter mood right now.)