Chapter One: 'I love you Draco...Oh wait. Did I say that out loud?'
"Hey," I said to Draco as I passed by him in the corridor.
"Erm. Hi," he answered back awkwardly.
"How've you been?" I asked him.
"Oh, just thinking of you Ginny, my love," responded Draco as we walked together along the corridor towards the Great Hall for lunch. Draco opened the door for me to step in. When we were both inside the Great Hall, the scene changed to a beach shore. Draco and I walked over to a rock that was near the water and sat on it. Draco put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me gently.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"Because I like you a lot Ginny," he whispered sweetly into my ear.
"Oh. Okay. Well. Erm. I don't exactly feel the same way for you Draco." Draco looked away from me immediately.
"Don't worry Draco. That can be a good thing. I don't like you. But that's because I love you." I added, "And please don't be mad at me Draco because, well, I'm mad for you." Draco looked up.
"You really mean it Ginny?"
"Absolutely," I said, looking straight into his used to be cold, grayish-blue eyes.
Then someone coughed. And I woke up.
What a dream! I looked around. I was in my room at the Burrow still. My fifth year at Hogwarts still hadn't started yet. Four more weeks to go until term started which gave me time to practice for Quidditch.
The clock said it was almost ten o'clock in the morning. So I definitely slept in.
After a few more seconds I noticed that Ron was standing in the door way looking disgusted about something. "What is it Ron?" I asked sweetly. It was a very odd dream I had. I kept having dreams about Draco this summer though. I wasn't sure why but it was getting to be disturbing. I also pulled up my bed sheets because I was wearing my nightgown. I know Ron's my brother but still, he's a boy.
"Ginny! You were talking in your sleep."
"So?" I asked. Then I remembered more particularly what my dream was about. "Oh no. What did I say, Ron?"
"You were mumbling at first and then you said something more clearly. That was the part that mostly disturbed me."
"Ron, what did I say? I'm sure it meant something else. I mean dreams always do that-," Ginny was interrupted by Ron.
"Ginny! You said you loved Draco Malfoy!" Silence followed Ron's last sentence.
Fred and George rushed in to Ginny's room when they heard Ron holler. "What is it? What's wrong?" they asked. Fred and George were taking a few weeks off at their joke shop to relax but we knew there was something else. There was always something else. In fact, they hadn't played any tricks sense they got to the Burrow which was really weird. So Ron and I knew something was up.
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all. I promise," I smiled sweetly at Ron, Fred, and George who were crowding the door. "Actually I was just asking Ron if Harry and Hermione were coming this summer." Ron glared an evil glare across the room towards me. Fred and George didn't notice at all though.
"Oh. Yes. We were wondering the same thing dear brother, who we taught all our knowledge to. And guided you into the steps you take this very mischievous day." Ron had a stunned look on his face.
"Huh? Erm. I am so confused. Hey! Wait a minute. Are you trying to get something out of me? What do you want?!?" Ron asked. Fred and George put on puppy dog faces. I giggled a little bit.
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all dear brother. Why would we ask such of you? But we do want to know if young Harry and 'Princess Hermione' will be joining us this lovely summer break." Ron's face turned red. I wasn't sure what was going on. Or what they meant when they said 'Princess Hermione'.
"You read my journal! You traitor. You arrogant little snitch."
"Ron! You have a diary?" I asked bewildered interrupting his rude comments towards George. Ron turned ten times as red as before, now symbolizing a tomato.
"Well....it's more of a journal. Diaries are more for...girls. So I have a journal. It's more manly. You know?" Ron said, trembling at the mockery appearing on George and Fred's faces. They both burst out laughing. It was pretty funny. Ron ran out of the room saying something about getting a cup of coffee looking totally humiliated.
"So what was all that about?" I asked the twins.
"Well-" said George.
"-the other day we found a book lying on Ronald's bed-," continued Fred.
"-which turned out to be-"
"-which was our brother's-"
"-'diary'," they said in unison, holding their laughs in their throats. "Well, we decided it wouldn't hurt if we-"
"-just took a peek. You know?" I nodded. "Well, I have to insist personally, it was the funniest thing I've ever read. Wasn't it George?"
"Yes, indeed it was. In fact," George lowered his voice, "I copied it on one of those old muggle, um...what do you call em'? Nanscers?"
"Scanners?" I asked. George nodded.
"Yes those because I couldn't remember the charm to copy things. I never was good at the type of spells, unless it has to do with copying our merchandise but that is completely different from paper, I must say."
"But anyway-" Fred continued.
"-Here it is." George finished the sentence, holding out a piece of paper in front of me. I took it and read it. I knew I shouldn't have but it was so tempting. It read:
'Monday, July 27th
Dear Journal (Is it okay if I don't call you 'diary'? It sounds too feminine for me. I mean, saying as I am a male.),
Today I sent a letter to my lovely, Princess Hermione. She's just so charming. I can't tell anyone, especially Hermione that I am in love with her. I just figured it out in our fourth year when I got entirely jealous of that Vicki git. I mean... who spells Viktor with a K?
In fact, before the Durmstrang students left, when Hermione wasn't looking, nor Harry, I threatened Krum that if he lay one hand on my girl that he would be toast. I tried to hex him but my wand backfired causing an awful growth to sprout upon me. I will not speak of where it was but I can tell you it hurt very-very much when ever I sat down for the next couple if days.
But anyway, I think Harry might have caught on that I like Hermione. He's very quick with that kind of girl- guy stuff...as long as it doesn't include Harry, himself.
For example, Cho Chang. I mean, he could have gotten back together with her easily. If he wasn't being such an old prune. He took her so seriously. She probably only cried cause' she was desperate for Harry. One of those 'frision' things, ya' know? Well, I mean she was a perfect angel sent from heaven. Why did he not welcome her to another date and fix things up. I mean, yah, she was one year older but personally I, Ron, thought she was a sensitive, hott, babe.
I cannot believe I just told anyone that, even if I did just write it on paper. Harry would think I was crazy if I told him that. Besides, she's Harry's girl, if anyone's. I doubt that Cho and he will ever get back together though.
Harry is probably gonna' ask Ginny out. If anyone for my sister, why not Harry? That would be so sweet, if Ginny gets married to Harry, then Harry and I would be brother-in-laws. That would be awesome. And then if I got married to my beautiful Hermione, then she would be Harry's sister-in-law. Then we would all be related. That would be awesome.
Oh, I got to go. Ginny's coming up the stairs. Mum probably wants us for dinner. Summer just started so we are having another one of those Weasly feasts. Well, bye, I guess, for now.
-Ron'
I giggled and said, "Why does Ron think Harry's gonna' ask me out this year?" Fred and George sighed.
"Ginny, you're growing beautiful," I looked disgusted, "and I'm saying that in a brotherly way you freak." I nodded sitting up in my bed, knowing that my family was 'straight'. I giggled. "But any man...NOT RELATED TO YOU, sicko, would probably ask you out." I knew it was just brotherly love for his sister but it was sweet that he said that. I smiled at my two brothers. Then I asked questioningly,
"Why have you two been acting so differently? Are you trying to be good so Mummy will give you a treat?" I asked mockingly. When neither brother answered I stared in awe. I'd never seen Fred, nor George, actually be 'good' so that they could get something out of their mother.
"Oh my god. This must be good. So what ya' gonna ask her?" I clicked my tongue impatiently. "Ya' wanna' get married to someone or something?" Again, no response, just like before. "What? You two aren't gonna' get married to each other are you?" They both shook their heads furiously. It seemed as though neither of them could talk about the subject until, finally, Fred blurted out,
"George asked Angelina to marry him when she visited the joke shop the other day in Hogsmeade." I stared open-mouthed, in awe at the two 'partners-in-crime'.
"Good lord!" I said. In fact, that's all I could say at the moment sense my mother appeared in the door way and said,
"Time for brunch you three. Ginny, get dressed quickly, you've got some mail."
"Okay," I said hurriedly as I shunted Fred and George out of my messy room, also shutting the door behind them. I still had all of my packings and stuff out from school even though it'd been a while since term ended. "Scurgify!" I shouted. This small spell couldn't get me in trouble by the ministry. I mean, seriously, Harry uses 'Lumos' every night to do his homework in the summer at the Dursley's. And Hermione stills yells at me. I knew my brother liked her but I had never actually heard him say it or well, in this case anyway, write it down.
I pulled on a T-shirt with my favorite muggle band printed on it, 'Coldplay', and pulled on some jeans.
I had picked up an old radio from a thrift shop on the way home from the grocery store one day and have picked up on all the latest muggle bands, especially the American ones. For example, 'Good Charlotte', 'Yellowcard', 'Switchfoot', 'Blink 182', 'Sugarcult', and a few others are some that I enjoy. I just love rock. It goes so deep into your heart, except when its heavy metal rock, then it just goes deep into your ears and gives you a migraine.
Anyway, then after I finished combing my untidy, nap-head, hair, which I might add, was turning a definite golden brown color, I started to walk down stairs to the kitchen.
Mum let me highlight my hair this summer too so now it was golden brown with dirty-blondish streaks. I know it sounds preppy but it looks so cool!
I sat down at the table and Mum served out eggs and bacon to everyone sitting at the table, which was the whole family, including Percy who finally made up with Mum and Dad as soon as the Ministry saw that Voldemort was back.
He probably just came home and made up with them so when the ministry asked, he could just say he knew Voldemort was back the whole time and the ministry were the ones making the mistakes. He also quit his job at the ministry and decided to join the Order of the Phoenix. This was so un-Percy-like in a dramatic way. And I'm talking about quitting at the ministry.
I mean sure, he would join the Order now that he knew the Voldemort was back, he would do anything to get attention. For example, if we ever killed Voldemort, Percy would definitely make sure his picture and name were on the front cover of every wizard magazine known to wizard-kind. He was that type.
But to quit his job at the ministry was absurd. The snobbish git has his brains out of order. But we still loved him and were all glad he returned. Sure, he was still a nasty bugger of a git, but he was a Weasley, and was my brother. So I will be proud of him no matter what. Well, unless he joins Voldemort or something. Then I would have to kill him, my own flesh and blood, but I highly doubt anything of the sort would happen.
Weasley's just weren't like that no matter how, in Percy's case, snobbish they were.
"Oh! Morning Gin. How'd you sleep?" asked my father looking up from the Daily Prophet, who finally stopped editing articles about Harry and Dumbledore in the paper.
"Fine, fine," I said remembering my dream. It still spooked me out that I would have dreams of a Malfoy.
I started on my eggs. "Oh, Mum. You said I got a letter or something."
"Yes dear. It's by the clock." I got up and walked toward the old grandfather clock. Everyone's clock hand was on home, exactly as it seemed but our house still felt empty because Harry and Hermione weren't here yet. I still wasn't sure Ron asked them to come over yet. He never answered that question in my room. Oh well. I'm sure they'll turn up sometime, they always do. But Bill and Charlie were here too. They were staying for a few weeks just to relax like Fred and George except they were acting normal. I loved when they came home. It made our house so happy because everyone one in the family was home like it used to be before Ron and I started at Hogwarts.
I bent over next to the grandfather clock and picked up the letter addressed to me, Ginny, off the small coffee table.
I looked at the front of the envelope. Normally, people who sent me letters and stuff, which happened, lets say, not very often, would just roll up the piece of parchment and tie it up, but it would not usually come so fancy like this in an envelope.
"Who's it from Gin?" asked Ron.
"I'unno," I mumbled back to him.
It was odd though. My name was scrolled on front of the envelope in green swirly letters that seemed to sparkle and shimmer when you turned the envelope in the sunlight.
I finally turned the envelope around to look at the back. There was a crest melted into a wax sticker keeping the envelope closed. I pulled the sticker off ever so gently and removed the small folded piece of parchment that lay just inside.
I opened the folded piece of parchment and quickly glanced at the bottom to see who it was from. No name. "I'unno who it's from. It doesn't say."
"Quick, burn it Ginny. It could possibly be dangerous!"
"Seriously Ron. Let your sister breathe for crying out loud!" scolded Mrs. Weasly.
"Yah. Oh no Ginny! It might kill you. Quick, bring it over here before it beets the crap out of you!" Fred said sarcastically. Percy gave him a dirty look. "What? I was just kidding!" he said in defense.
I decided just to pocket the letter before I read it so that I could eat now and then read it later in my room. So I sat back down at the table and gobbled down my eggs and bacon. I got up from the table and put my plate in the sink. "Thanks Mum," I said kissing her on the cheek. "I'll be in my room. Oh, and are Harry and Hermione coming?"
"You're welcome. Oh, I'm not sure honey. Ron? Did you write them yet? Or did you decide to call them on the fellytone?" She looked disgusted when she said 'fellytone', only muggles were supposed to use those.
"Yes mum, I sent them a letter and it's called a 'telephone' buts it pronounced 'telly-fone' by the way. Hermione said she could come but Harry still hasn't responded. I'm not sure if Dumbledore will let him come," responded Ron.
"Oh. Okay dear. But I don't see why not. Harry's just as safe here as he is with the Dursley's. I mean, there is probably more of the Order here than there is in Little Winging who would be keeping an eye on him."
"Oh and," added Mr. Weasly, "Dumbledore suspects Voldemort will be in hiding anyway because the ministry now knows that he is out and about. I don't believe there's been any muggle killings yet, nor wizard killings."
"Well that's good dear," said Mrs. Weasly. I got up and started to walk to my room.
"Actually, Mum, I think I'll go outside. It's really nice this morning."
"Okay dear," my Mum answered.
I turned around and walked out through the back door. I then went into the garden and sat on the wooden swing that was mostly out there for decoration. No one ever actually used it. I pulled the letter out of my pocket and began to read:
'Dear Ginny,
I am sorry we never got to see each other but I have found someone else. Let us part ways and follow a new path. I'm sorry about ending this so quickly but it would not be right to see someone else if I am supposed to be in love with you. My dearest apologies. See you at school in four weeks, Dean.'
I hadn't noticed his name at the bottom before, but his handwriting was very small and cramped. I knew this relationship wouldn't last a long time. Oh well, I didn't like him that much anyway, or at least not in that type of way. More of just a close friend. I mean sure he was funny ad kind of cute but I knew some better men then him not mentioning any names, cough Harry cough.
Oh well, now I'm free for the summer to see other people. Woohoo. Single, and I like it.
I think I might take a nap. I'm really tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. So I went back inside and headed to my room.