Ginny's P.O.V

I sighed and put down my book. Why did I have to take Muggle Studies? Because, my father would be happy. This is such a sad book, I almost feel like crying, but when I picked it out I told myself not to.

Romeo and Juliet. The title in itself told me straight away that it was a love story, I mean, modern day everyone calls a boy in love Romeo and a girl in love Juliet. I sighed again, before going downstairs to dinner.

I acted normally all through the summer this year, which surprised me. I was going into my sixth year at Hogwarts, and the golden trio were going searching for horcruxes.

Charlie, my second eldest brother, had given me an early birthday present, which everyone in my family admired. It was a gorgeous baby mini-dragon, something Fred and George had helped him produce. It was bright red and had the same soft brown eyes as me, with soft to touch scales that protected it from any attack.

I smiled at Harry, the dragon not the person, and carefully hid him in his small cage, knowing that everyone would be jealous, and finished packing the rest of my trunk before heading downstairs to go to kings cross station.

In the car my mother was crying, saying that if I dropped out of school like my three immediately older brothers had, there would be trouble. I ended up screaming at her, telling her that I wouldn't, unless the school was actually closed down.

She sniffed, and nodded, and finally I was on the train, heading down the corridor looking for my friends' compartment.

In the last compartment were everyone I was hoping to find, Luna Lovegood, Neville and Raefen Longbottom. I sat down across from Luna and Neville, who were currently looking as if they had only just noticed each other, but it might just have been Luna noticing a strange non-existent creature flying around Neville's face, you couldn't tell with Luna.

Raefen looked at me and rolled her eyes at her brother and friend, before grabbing Luna's copy of the Quibbler and reading it, humming a song.

'What song is that? I think I have heard it, can you sing it? Please?' I asked, the tune was bugging me, I had to admit, and I know that I loved that song, but I couldn't think of it.

Raefen, who had a really good singing voice, so she complied.

'Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,

and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:

"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.

"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved

Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne

Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved

Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...'

I nodded, remembering that it had been all over the radio for the summer.

She continued humming as she read through the Quibbler, occasionally bursting out in laughter.

I looked at Luna and Neville, again, and suddenly realised just how right they were for each other. Neville smiled, and finally they seemed to realise that Raefen and me were here.

'Hi Gin, how are you?' Luna asked, while Neville waved, embarrassed.

'I am good, thanks, and how are you Luna?' She nodded, to show that she was good, and then, on an impulse, I stood up and grabbed Raefen's hand, pulling her out of the compartment and into the corridor.

'Any particular reason you want us to get vertigo?' She asked, the moment they were out.

I nodded, put a finger to my mouth and pulled her along until we were well enough away from the compartment.

'They like each other, we should leave them alone for a moment, they will hook up. Lets go find a new compartment, there has to be some.' Raefen nodded, and together we looked up and down the corridor, before finally Raefen remembered her duties.

'Ok, I will find one, while you patrol the corridors, then we can meet up with Luna and Neville in the carriages.' She nodded, before running off to the Prefects compartment. I sighed, envying her, and decided to just go in the next compartment with an available seat.

I almost screamed when I finally came to the realisation that the only compartment with an available seat was the one compartment I would never sit in. But I had to put this behind me; at least he hadn't really killed Dumbledore.

I opened the door and sat down across from the sleeping boy, shoving my trunk up in the holder and letting Harry out to fly. He sent a ball of flame at me for locking him up and I had to spend a minute putting my hair out.

When we were getting close to the castle Draco finally woke up. Harry's fault. Harry had been fluttering around our heads, and had decided he wanted to make a nest out of Draco's hair. I have to admit, I laughed.

Draco almost killed Harry, and would have succeeded, if I hadn't scooped Harry into his cage and put it up on top of my trunk. Draco glared at me murderously, before changing into his school robes.

I gasped when he removed his shirt; his back was filled with scars. He stopped moving at once, and I was sure that he was waiting for me to ask about them. I kept my mouth shut, knowing that he obviously wouldn't want anyone to know. He finally relaxed and continued putting on his robes as if nothing had happened.

When he sat down I turned around, and removed my blouse, so I was only wearing my bra and a skirt, before turning back to him. My stomach had a millennium of bruises on it, that have never been able to heal from my dreams, no, scratch that, nightmares.

My nightmares were horrible, every night I would go to sleep, scared, and when my eyes were closed, I would wake up tied about three metres above the ground, and below me would appear nightmarishly grey eyes, and then it would start.

My stomach was always first, around me twenty plus people would start kicking me, and the grey eyes would sneer, before ordering them all to stop. Then I was still tied up, but my back facing the ground. That was the part I dread the most.

The twenty plus people would all have their go at me, shoving themselves in, and making me suck them. Some of them would do it to my back, while another person was doing it to my front, and when I woke up, I usually couldn't walk until I had done a quick meditation. I was hoping that at Hogwarts they couldn't reach me, but the scars wouldn't heal.

I then put on my robes, and sighed, the feast was going to be hard. Draco's eyes had widened when he saw my bruises, and he too kept his mouth shut. When they finally reached Hogsmeade station, Draco looked at me, and helped me up. I could feel that he was trying to be nice to me, so I thanked him, smiling, before heading off to the carriages.

A/N love that song, was listening to it when I wrote this, so yeh. Please review, will write next chapter if u like, will discontinue if u don't. omg im using abbrevs. O well.