centerAlluring Imperfections

By Faltering Hues

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A/N: This is the first HP fic I've ever written. So go easy on me. Enjoy!!

Ginny Weasley was in her 6th year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which meant Harry, Ron, and Hermione were now in their final year. Of course, as Ginny had expected, they never included her in their circle. So she was left to making friends with people her own age. Unfortunately, many weren't fond of the youngest Weasley. As one student put it, "She just isn't like the rest of the family." And that was true. Ginny didn't like to play jokes and preferred to sit off in a corner alone. Most of the time she could be seen, if she was seen at all, walking to class by herself.

But that didn't mean that Ginny hadn't changed. Physically, she was quite different than her 5th year self. Her eye catching red hair had toned down to a deep blood red, and cascaded in silky waves to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Ginny had definitely turned into a woman, all of her girlish figure now gone to make way for hips, legs and a chest to be proud of. And still, she went on unnoticed.

It was a month into the school year already, and nothing exciting had happened. Unless you count Ron getting into a fight with Malfoy. But Ginny knew it was going to happen more sooner than later. Since school had started, Draco was insulting Hermione more often than normal. If Ginny hadn't know better, she'd accuse Malfoy of having a crush on Hermione. Luckily, she knew better, because Draco was himself, and Hermione thought he was lower than the dirt she walked on.

Thus was the way of life around here, though. Insult or be walked upon. Stay in your place or get dragged through the mud for awhile. Ginny most certainly steered clear of people like Malfoy. Heck, she even stayed away from Harry. The boy who lived, Harry Potter, the love of her life for almost 3 years. Well, that had long been over. He never so much as looked at her anymore, at least not that she saw. Without knowing, he had broken Ginny's heart. But she never felt sad, only anger and hate. Harry was the epitome of all that Ginny despised. If anything could ever go her way, she'd never have to utter a single syllable of his name again.

Her days were full of classes, so it was easy to stay away from people she'd rather not talk to. Not that anyone wanted to talk to her. On the weekends, she'd sit up in her room, while the others ran around Hogsmeade. But what did Ginny care? She was happy alone, and hoped that it would stay that way.

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She had just gotten out of her last class of the day. Fortunately, no homework had been given for the weekend. So now, Ginny was enjoying the weather outside on the Quidditch Pitch. Today none of the teams had practice, so she was lounged out near the Gryffindor bleachers. Majority of the students were in Hogsmeade. Ginny was lying on her back in the grass, staring up into the clouds. Foot steps sounded to her right. She didn't even blink.

"Lying down in the grass, Weasley. I'm sure that no one will even notice the grass stains on those clothes." Draco stared down at her, practically spitting. "Do you even wash them?" He crossed his arms, and smirked at her.

"Bugger off, Malfoy." Ginny simply turned over onto her side, eyes closed. She knew Malfoy hated to be ignored, but ignoring is what she did best. Draco's lips tightened, and he shot venom in his glare one last time, before striding back into the castle. The feeling of hate was mutual. Sighing, Ginny sat up. Maybe she could go to the Common room and get some reading done there.

Standing up, she proceeded to brush the grass from her backside. Malfoy… tuh. Who does he think he is anyway? Ginny growled at the thought of him, then stomped towards the castle. The sun was beginning to set. It was then Ginny realized everyone would be coming back at about the same time as her. So much for time by myself.

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"Gumball." Ginny stared at the Fat Lady and smiled. The painting began to swing away to allow her entrance. Voices could be heard from within. It seems everyone made it back before she did. Stopping for a moment, Ginny tried to hear what they were saying.

"Did you hear what that git said?!" Ron slammed his fist onto a table, sending chest pieces onto the floor. His anger was almost tangible. "I'll kill him. I WILL!!" Ginny heard something else fly to the ground, but she wasn't sure what it was.

"Calm down, Ron." Finally, Hermione had entered the conversation. Ginny was sure her hand was on his shoulder. What are they going on about? Making up her mind, she walked quietly into the room. The portrait shut lightly behind her. Hermione's eyes flashed. "Uh, hi Ginny." Her hand tightened visibly on Ron's shoulder.

"GINNY!! YOU… YOU…!!" His face was blood red in anger. Ginny could tell he was about to blow. What was going on? "How could you?!?! With MALFOY off all people?!?!" Ron broke away from Hermione's grasp, and bounded up to Ginny. His hands went automatically onto her shoulders in violence.

"RONALD WEASLEY! YOU LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!" Ginny sent a sound slap onto Ron's right cheek. If at all possible, he turned even redder. Her voice dropped to a low menacing tone. "What are you talking about?" She glared at him icily.

Quickly, Hermione ran over, shoving Ron away. She then pulled Ginny towards the girl's dormitories. "Come on Ginny, we need to talk." It didn't take much effort to drag Ginny up the stairs. She was awfully curious. "Alright." The two girls were know standing in the seventh year's room. "While we were in Hogsmeade… At the Three Broomsticks, Malfoy came in with a group of Slytherin's that he had in an up roar." Tell me Hermione. Tell me now. Ginny practically screamed her thoughts. "He said…" Hermione stepped a few feet away from Ginny quickly. "…That the two of you had done some 'things' the other night."

Ginny's face went deathly pale. She could barely work out anything audible. "WHAT!? HE SAID… THAT?!" Her hand shot out at Hermione, grabbing hold of her wrist. "Why would he say something like that?" It was so confusing. Part of Ginny, didn't care, and one was beyond livid. Quickly, she stomped down the stairs and right out of Gryffindor Tower. Questions would be given answers tonight.

A/N: What did you guys think? My idea might not be original… but then again, you don't really know my entire idea. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. Maybe sometime this weekend.