Hey this is my first fanfic. Leave me reviews but be kind.

A/N I know that Ginnys real name is Ginerva but I don't like that name so for the sake of my story I am turning it into Virginia.

Chapter 1: Virginia

She looked at her self in the mirror and sighed.

"I hate freckles." she yelled at the mirror.

To be truthful she didn't hate her freckles, just tired of being a Weasley, the youngest Weasley. The over looked Weasley. The Weasley who always got everything second hand wore boy robes, had a wand that is falling apart, and books that were filled with the crap her brothers wrote in there.

Ginny Weasley was just tired of it all. She was tired of being the girl that didn't get noticed, tired of being the girl that the boys treated like a guy. She didn't want to hear that Colin thought Amy was hot, or that Seamus had a crush on Pavarti. She especially didn't want to hear how Harry thought Lavender was hot. Sure she had gotten over her crush on the boy who lived, that didn't mean that she wanted to reminded once more about how she wasn't good looking enough for him though.

However what Ginny didn't notice was that she was turning into a very beautiful young woman. Over the summer break her hair had gotten lighter turning into a beautiful strawberry-blonde colour. She had grown hips to kill, and her chest had gotten larger. She had a body to kill, that and her eyes the most beautiful green eyes that most people had ever seen. She didn't see that though. All she saw was her freckles and second hand clothes. She was tired of being Ginny Weasley.

"Virginia, that's who I am this year Virginia." she said to the mirror before she turned away.

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"Hurry up or you will miss the train." Mrs. Weasley yelled at Ron through the barrier that divided the Hogwarts train from the muggle trains.

"Yeah hurry up Ron." Ginny said behind him waiting to go through. "You may not want to go to school, too scared to see Hermione?"

"Shut up, you promised you wouldn't mention that." Ron said turning a deep red.

"It's not my fault you went and got stupid and practically yelled to the whole great hall that you are in love Hermione." she replied pushing him throught the barrier, and following quickly behind.

"True but do you have to mention it every five seconds?" Ron asked on the other side. "It happened it's over."

"Not true, it isn't over until you see Hermione again. And considering how you haven't even written to her this summer you must be really nervous." Ginny said poking him in the side.

"I am not-" Ron started to reply but was quickly interrupeted when Mrs. Weasley pulled him into a big hug.

"Now you be good this is your last year, do well, I love you." Mrs. Weasley said to Ron.

After Ron left to get on the train Mrs. Weasley turned to her youngest child, and only daughter.

"Ginny, I love you. Watch out for yourself. Her a special present, just for you." She said after she had given Ginny a hug.

Ginny felt her slip something in her pocket and was shocked, it wasn't her birthday or any holiday. Why was she getting a present?

"Don't tell Ron." her mother added as she guided her on the train.

Ginny quickly made her way to her usual compartment on the train. Always with Ron, Hermione and Harry. She didn't want to miss what happened when Ron and Hermione saw each other.

"What you said at the end of year dinner, it was really sweet." Ginny heard Hermione said right before she walked into th train compartment.

"You don't have to-" Ron started to reply.

Hermione interrupted him quickly "I really like you too."

"It's about time you two let your feelings out." Ginny said interrupting.

Hermione and Ron both looked up quickly, they hadn't noticed her coming in and were throughly embarrassed that she had walked in on such a tender moment.

"So how much did you hear?" Hermione asked blushing.

"Not too much," Ginny said smiling slyly. "Nothing I didn't already know anyway."

Just then Harry walked in beaming. "Guys you will never guess."

Without waiting for a reply he answered himself. "Lavender wrote me over the summer, she wants to ride with us on the train, and talk."

"Wow that's great Harry, but this is only a four person compartment." Ginny said sarcastically.

"Umm, you're right." He replied sheepishly.

"So let me guess you were hoping that I would leave so that Lavendar could ride in her instead." Ginny replied starting to get angry.

"Not if you would mind." Harry replied.

"No problem." she said shoving past him to find another compartment.

I can't believe him. She thought to her self. What a jerk. Just kicking me out like that. After all the things I have done for him. Helping him with potions, given him girl advice. God he is a jerk.

Ginny slammed her self on to a bench. Luckily the compartment was empty other wise she probablye would have gained a few surprised glances. She pulled out one of her favorite muggle books, Ender's Game, and started to read. She was totally focused on her book and didn't notice when 3 figures entered the compartment.

"Well if it isn't a Weasley." she heard someone say in a drawling voice.

"Go away Malfoy." She said not even bothering to looke up.

"So Weasley were are the dream team?" he asked sarcastically.

"I don't know and I don't care." Ginny replied still not turning away from her book. "In case you don't notice Malfoy, I am busy go away."

"Can't do that." Draco replied sitting down besider her.

"Oh really, and why is that." she asked scooting away from him as much as possible.

"Seeing as this is the only empty compartment left, looks like we have to sit with you, unless of course you would rather leave." he replied with disgust dripping from his voice.

"Well as much as I would love to leave there ins't any place to go." She said just as disgustedly. "I am truly amazed though, I wouldn't think you would be able to last the whole trip with a Weasely."

"God only knows." he replied turning away from her and talking to Crabbe and Goyle, who had been silent throught out this entire ordeal.