A/N: ok this is like a tester chapter so if you read it and tell me what
you think. It's gonna be D/G cuz those rock but its not gonna be the type
where Draco thinks Ginny is hot and then tries 2 fuck her and happens 2
fall in love with her on the way cuz that's stupid n not how it happens!
But anyhoo tell me what you think, but no flaming please cuz like I said
it's only a tester. And I'll need a Beta reader too if anyone is bored
enough to wanna help me out. not that you will. but you know. you might.
yeah right so umm enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I probably don't even own the plot cuz there are so many HP fanfics now I bet someone has done something similar. But I'll try and make it my own I promise!
Chapter 1 ~ Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
"Ginny go away," Ron snapped, pushing her out of his bedroom door. It was a week before the four of them were due back to school. Ginny would be starting her sixth year at Hogwarts and she was really looking forward to it. The summer had been awful. Ron, Harry and even Hermione had practically ignored her. Hermione only speaking to her late at night, once they were in bed and the boys weren't there. Ginny had asked for her friend to stay over but her mother told her there was no room, what with Hermione and Harry staying, and the twins who despite having moved most of their furniture into the flat above their shop (yep, you guessed it, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes) and Percy home to visit. Ginny sighed. She turned round and leant on the door Ron had just slammed in her face and she slid quietly to the floor, trying to ignore the loneliness that was creeping up on her. There was a crash from Ron's room, turning round slightly to hear what had happened Ginny heard her brother exclaiming angrily. "God she is so annoying. Why cant she just bugger off and get some friends of her own." To Ginny's shock Harry and Hermione laughed. "I did hear her asking your mum if she could have a friend over earlier in the summer" Hermione told him. "She has friends?" Ron asked in mock amazement. "God forbid." Harry joked. "Ah leave her alone Ron, it must be pretty lonely all by herself." Hermione said. "She doesn't seem to have many friends at Hogwarts either, but at least there she has lots of people to tag along after." "I don't care," snapped Ron. "It gets really annoying when she's constantly tagging along after us." "He has a point Herm," Harry interjected. "Especially when we want to talk about Snuffles." "I guess" Hermione sighed. "I can't help but feel sorry for her though. Poor little thing."
Ginny stood up. She had had enough of this. She marched to her room. How dare they discuss her behind her back? Who did they think they were? She had plenty of friends at Hogwarts. She didn't tag along after anyone. Okay so she wasn't especially close to any of her friends but that didn't mean she didn't have any. The cheek of it. And as for Hermione! Well, wasn't she supposed to be her friend too? All she'd done this summer was ignore her and then pity her. "Poor little thing my arse" Ginny snarled at the mirror. "I'll show her."
~*~*~
It was in Diagon Alley that Ginny first saw her. Through the window of Madam Malkin's. A beautiful petite girl with hair a glimmering red and trying on robes of emerald green. She was chattering to the tall woman stood beside her. Ginny assumed that was her mother. The girl turned to one of the apprentice witches and said something before removing the robes to reveal a pair of faded old muggle jeans and plain black top with thin straps. Such simple clothing but on this girl they looked great. Ginny took a step back and her eye was caught by a full length mirror in the window of the shop. She looked at her long red hair almost down to her waist then she looked towards the girl whose hair was at her shoulders. While Ginny's was wavy with some frizz, this girl had loose curls. Her features were accented with make-up while Ginny's lay bare, but underneath Ginny realised they must be about the same age. Same figure, thin and slightly flat-chested, but as Ginny reasoned a push-up bra would sort that out soon enough. Ginny turned away from the mirror. She knew what she had to do. Armed with the small amount of money she had earned over the summer, working at Fred and George's shop, she went up Diagon Alley to the fabric shop where she bought the black velvety material for her new robes, some black cotton to fix herself a new top, not unlike the one worn by the girl in the shop, and some other cheap coloured material to add to her collection. Over the past few summers, fuelled by boredom and the frustration at wearing tattered, hand-me-down robes, Ginny had found an old sewing machine up in the attic and had begun making her own clothes. Her first few attempts were, to be honest, remarkably poor. She had kept them in a box under her bed to give herself a laugh every now and then, but now she was proving to be quite adept at it. Walking purposefully to the cosmetics shop Ginny walked in and nearly walked straight back out again. They expected her to pay 10 silver sickles for a bottle of Curlzeasy Hair Care Potion? Apparently so, but if she was to prove to Hermione, Harry and the rest of the world that she wasn't a little girl anymore then she needed to do it right. Picking up some mascara, eyeliner and various eye shadows and lip-glosses she made her way to the counter. Throwing it all down on the desk she was informed by the sulky teenage shop assistant, that she was entitled to a free make-up bag with her mascara. Ginny chose a beautiful little emerald green bag with silver celtic designs embroidered onto it. Throwing all her purchases into it, she left, and suppressing the urge to squeak with excitement she went to meet up with her family at The Leaky Cauldron to floo home.
~*~*~
Arriving home first Ginny quickly ran upstairs to hide her new things. She pulled out a tattered box encased in frayed pink silk that Ginny was sure must have been quite beautiful at some point. She threw in the makeup bag next to her diary and jewellery box. Then she closed the lid and pushed her "box of special things" under her bed. Going down to retrieve the new schoolbooks her mother had bought for her she raced straight back upstairs again to confide in her diary about her new plan.
~*~*~
It wasn't until the last day before she returned to school that Ginny had a chance to try out her new things. Having spent the previous six days making her robes and a few new tops for herself, she had run out of time. Yet that day was perfect, Percy and her father were at work, her mother visiting Fred and George, who had finally moved out, and Harry Ron and Hermione had gone. out. Ginny was unsure where they had gone and for the first time all holidays, didn't care, so desperate was she to be alone to experiment, that she practically pushed them out of the door. Standing in the bathroom, having taken a shower and used her new 'Curlzeasy' potion before using her hair dryer (A/N: I figure they must have some sort of hair-drying contraption that runs on magic right?) she was ready to view the results. She paused, running into her room an pulling on her oldest, most faded pair of jeans, and pulling on her push-up bra and black top with thin shoulder- straps, she avoided the mirror in her bedroom and ran straight back to the bathroom, where the mirror was bigger and the room lighter. Stepping into view of herself, she took a deep breath. The potion had darkened her hair to a deep auburn and it fell in loose curls about her face. For the first time in her life, Ginny looked cool. She looked so similar to the pretty girl from Diagon Alley, who seemed to project everything Ginny wanted to be. with one difference. Ginny ran into her mother's room and grabbed a large pair of scissors, back in the bathroom she took a deep breath and grabbed a chunk of her hair. and cut it. She breathed out and smiled at her reflection before cutting off the rest of her hair so it lay on her shoulders. After testing out her new make-up and finally settling on a shimmery grey shade, she giggled and squealed, and every so often felt the urge to jump up and down with excitement. She thought of Hermione's own mane of bushy brown hair, and un-made up face. "Who's the 'poor little thing now' Hermione?" She sniggered hugging herself. Just then she heard a noise downstairs, not wanting anyone to see her as she was she bundled her hair up into a messy knot and took off her clothes, before running across the landing and into her room. She folded the clothes and placed them under her bed, which was the only free space she had left. She reverently lay her make-up case on top of her clothes in her trunk and sighed at the thought of the next day. She'd show them all. They'd think twice before pitying Ginny Weasley. If she had her way, by next year they'd all want to be her, and she was damned if she wasn't gonna get what she wanted.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I probably don't even own the plot cuz there are so many HP fanfics now I bet someone has done something similar. But I'll try and make it my own I promise!
Chapter 1 ~ Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
"Ginny go away," Ron snapped, pushing her out of his bedroom door. It was a week before the four of them were due back to school. Ginny would be starting her sixth year at Hogwarts and she was really looking forward to it. The summer had been awful. Ron, Harry and even Hermione had practically ignored her. Hermione only speaking to her late at night, once they were in bed and the boys weren't there. Ginny had asked for her friend to stay over but her mother told her there was no room, what with Hermione and Harry staying, and the twins who despite having moved most of their furniture into the flat above their shop (yep, you guessed it, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes) and Percy home to visit. Ginny sighed. She turned round and leant on the door Ron had just slammed in her face and she slid quietly to the floor, trying to ignore the loneliness that was creeping up on her. There was a crash from Ron's room, turning round slightly to hear what had happened Ginny heard her brother exclaiming angrily. "God she is so annoying. Why cant she just bugger off and get some friends of her own." To Ginny's shock Harry and Hermione laughed. "I did hear her asking your mum if she could have a friend over earlier in the summer" Hermione told him. "She has friends?" Ron asked in mock amazement. "God forbid." Harry joked. "Ah leave her alone Ron, it must be pretty lonely all by herself." Hermione said. "She doesn't seem to have many friends at Hogwarts either, but at least there she has lots of people to tag along after." "I don't care," snapped Ron. "It gets really annoying when she's constantly tagging along after us." "He has a point Herm," Harry interjected. "Especially when we want to talk about Snuffles." "I guess" Hermione sighed. "I can't help but feel sorry for her though. Poor little thing."
Ginny stood up. She had had enough of this. She marched to her room. How dare they discuss her behind her back? Who did they think they were? She had plenty of friends at Hogwarts. She didn't tag along after anyone. Okay so she wasn't especially close to any of her friends but that didn't mean she didn't have any. The cheek of it. And as for Hermione! Well, wasn't she supposed to be her friend too? All she'd done this summer was ignore her and then pity her. "Poor little thing my arse" Ginny snarled at the mirror. "I'll show her."
~*~*~
It was in Diagon Alley that Ginny first saw her. Through the window of Madam Malkin's. A beautiful petite girl with hair a glimmering red and trying on robes of emerald green. She was chattering to the tall woman stood beside her. Ginny assumed that was her mother. The girl turned to one of the apprentice witches and said something before removing the robes to reveal a pair of faded old muggle jeans and plain black top with thin straps. Such simple clothing but on this girl they looked great. Ginny took a step back and her eye was caught by a full length mirror in the window of the shop. She looked at her long red hair almost down to her waist then she looked towards the girl whose hair was at her shoulders. While Ginny's was wavy with some frizz, this girl had loose curls. Her features were accented with make-up while Ginny's lay bare, but underneath Ginny realised they must be about the same age. Same figure, thin and slightly flat-chested, but as Ginny reasoned a push-up bra would sort that out soon enough. Ginny turned away from the mirror. She knew what she had to do. Armed with the small amount of money she had earned over the summer, working at Fred and George's shop, she went up Diagon Alley to the fabric shop where she bought the black velvety material for her new robes, some black cotton to fix herself a new top, not unlike the one worn by the girl in the shop, and some other cheap coloured material to add to her collection. Over the past few summers, fuelled by boredom and the frustration at wearing tattered, hand-me-down robes, Ginny had found an old sewing machine up in the attic and had begun making her own clothes. Her first few attempts were, to be honest, remarkably poor. She had kept them in a box under her bed to give herself a laugh every now and then, but now she was proving to be quite adept at it. Walking purposefully to the cosmetics shop Ginny walked in and nearly walked straight back out again. They expected her to pay 10 silver sickles for a bottle of Curlzeasy Hair Care Potion? Apparently so, but if she was to prove to Hermione, Harry and the rest of the world that she wasn't a little girl anymore then she needed to do it right. Picking up some mascara, eyeliner and various eye shadows and lip-glosses she made her way to the counter. Throwing it all down on the desk she was informed by the sulky teenage shop assistant, that she was entitled to a free make-up bag with her mascara. Ginny chose a beautiful little emerald green bag with silver celtic designs embroidered onto it. Throwing all her purchases into it, she left, and suppressing the urge to squeak with excitement she went to meet up with her family at The Leaky Cauldron to floo home.
~*~*~
Arriving home first Ginny quickly ran upstairs to hide her new things. She pulled out a tattered box encased in frayed pink silk that Ginny was sure must have been quite beautiful at some point. She threw in the makeup bag next to her diary and jewellery box. Then she closed the lid and pushed her "box of special things" under her bed. Going down to retrieve the new schoolbooks her mother had bought for her she raced straight back upstairs again to confide in her diary about her new plan.
~*~*~
It wasn't until the last day before she returned to school that Ginny had a chance to try out her new things. Having spent the previous six days making her robes and a few new tops for herself, she had run out of time. Yet that day was perfect, Percy and her father were at work, her mother visiting Fred and George, who had finally moved out, and Harry Ron and Hermione had gone. out. Ginny was unsure where they had gone and for the first time all holidays, didn't care, so desperate was she to be alone to experiment, that she practically pushed them out of the door. Standing in the bathroom, having taken a shower and used her new 'Curlzeasy' potion before using her hair dryer (A/N: I figure they must have some sort of hair-drying contraption that runs on magic right?) she was ready to view the results. She paused, running into her room an pulling on her oldest, most faded pair of jeans, and pulling on her push-up bra and black top with thin shoulder- straps, she avoided the mirror in her bedroom and ran straight back to the bathroom, where the mirror was bigger and the room lighter. Stepping into view of herself, she took a deep breath. The potion had darkened her hair to a deep auburn and it fell in loose curls about her face. For the first time in her life, Ginny looked cool. She looked so similar to the pretty girl from Diagon Alley, who seemed to project everything Ginny wanted to be. with one difference. Ginny ran into her mother's room and grabbed a large pair of scissors, back in the bathroom she took a deep breath and grabbed a chunk of her hair. and cut it. She breathed out and smiled at her reflection before cutting off the rest of her hair so it lay on her shoulders. After testing out her new make-up and finally settling on a shimmery grey shade, she giggled and squealed, and every so often felt the urge to jump up and down with excitement. She thought of Hermione's own mane of bushy brown hair, and un-made up face. "Who's the 'poor little thing now' Hermione?" She sniggered hugging herself. Just then she heard a noise downstairs, not wanting anyone to see her as she was she bundled her hair up into a messy knot and took off her clothes, before running across the landing and into her room. She folded the clothes and placed them under her bed, which was the only free space she had left. She reverently lay her make-up case on top of her clothes in her trunk and sighed at the thought of the next day. She'd show them all. They'd think twice before pitying Ginny Weasley. If she had her way, by next year they'd all want to be her, and she was damned if she wasn't gonna get what she wanted.