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Prologue: When Reality hits, it hits hard.
Sweet, innocent, little Ginny was pissed. Not just the normal PMS type of thingy, oh no. She had absolutely had it. For five years, hell six even, she had been in love with perfect Harry James Potter. She had had a crush on him, a big one, considering the length of her infatuation. And then, after years and years of waiting, observing and dating other boys, he had finally noticed her, Ginny Weasley. They had a wonderful time together after that. For a few weeks she was in heaven. Nothing was too horrid or serious to throw her off of the pink cloud she'd been residing on. Concluding: everything was simply too good to be true. Nevertheless, she hadn't expected this, not then at least:
There are only a few days left before the train would take off and the complete population of Hogwarts would be leaving the school in favor of their family. Of course the spirits of the students weren't as high as would be usual in ths time of the year, but that was to be expected: only a few days ago the students and the staff of Hogwarts had fought a battle against the deatheaters, minus Voldemort. Luckily it became clear very early in the battle that Snape was truly on the side of the Light and thanks to him and a great deal of the Slytherins (surprisingly enough also Draco Malfoy) the Deatheaters failed in their attempt to infiltrate the school and murder the headmaster. It was a victory for the Light side because there were no casualities while Voldemort had lost many of his deatheaters (to Azkaban, not the afterlife) in the battle.
Nevertheless, like other students Ginny was happy that the year was almost over, when Harry walked over to her in the Gryffindor commonroom and told her his noble story about her being in "great danger" if she would remain his girlfriend. She had been crushed, her world had collapsed around her, but she stood her ground, and smiled bravely when people asked her wether she was alright. The last weeks were torture.
The only thing keeping her together, was, ironically, the fact that Harry seemed to get a little better. Thanks to Snape (she had even considered thanking him) and his Occlumency lessons Harry's nightmares had finally worn off, and he seemed honestly happy about that and sometimes he appeared to be a normal teen even. He did zone off a lot though, and he spend a little more time alone then a regular (happy) teen should, he also seemed to be poking in his food a lot, instead of eating it. He continued to remain in this "half-happy" state till he got off the train and went to privet drive nr. 4 with his uncle, visibly upset. Only a whispered invitation from Tonks to the headquarters of the order at the end of the summer seemed to be able to cheer him up.
It wasn't until she was home, sulking in her room, that she realised it. It all became clear in about one millisecond. Harry wasn't torn over their break-up. Not at all. He was in love with another. She brainstormed for a moment, trying to think of anything that was in the defence of Harry, but she couldn't find anything. She came to the only logical conclusion that her mind could provide her: Harry was acting like a lovesick teen. They just were all too used to his constant moodswings to notice anything off about him.
The love was over now, she knew that for sure. She didn't feel sad, though. Not even a little bit. Nor did she feel betrayed, or jealous. She only felt anger, and a need for revenge. Fast. She also felt the strange desire to take the money she had earned with last year's summerjob, originally intended for a dress like the one Hermione wore at the Yule ball in her fourth year and some cool (and obviously really expensive) jewellery. She smirked then, and gained an evil, slightly sadistic, glint in her eyes: She would show them all what Ginny Weasley is truly made of.
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