The whole fucking week had downright pissed Ginny off. She felt like grabbing anyone, anyone will the hint of a smile on their face, and setting fire to them and watching them burn on the floor. Ginny had gotten detention for things she hadn't done, and had been framed by no less then 5 Slytherins. Professor McGonagall had even had to have a talk with Ginny. Now THAT had been extremely annoying. Another thing that was bothering her was her extreme amount of homework, and it seemed to be piling in a huge compost heap over her head, nagging her constantly and telling her she had essays and book reports and practicing to do. Practicing? Oh, yeah, the only good part about her week; she had made the Gryffindor team. Because all of the other Chasers that had filled in for Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet had graduated from Hogwarts as well, Ginny was the new Chaser for the team. Though, today, this being a miserable day – she was considering that Malfoy might've been right: "You're only on that team because practically the whole Weasel family is on it!" Ginny would admit easily that she knew much about Quidditch because of her brothers and the games she had heard about and seen, but she knew she wasn't the greatest flyer…
Ginny realized she was stomping around the hallway with a look of pure distaste on her face. She stopped and looked around. Almost all of the students who were in this hallway were staring at her like she had come into Hogwarts wearing a tube top and fishnets. (As in, totally unlike Ginny.) The only people in the hallway who didn't look totally frightened or worse were the few Slytherins who were coming back from their Herbology class with the Hufflepuffs.
"Jesus, can't a girl have a bad day?" Ginny found herself shouting at them all. She smirked an evil smirk, and stomped off, heading towards the library. Why the fuck was she going in the direction of the library? Who the hell knew? Ginny never went to the library; only if it was for a specific thing. At the time, maybe she just assumed that the only place that would be quiet and somewhat private would be the library.
Hermione, was as usual, sitting at her table in the very back of the library, the most private table that was hidden behind a long bookshelf all about the Dark Arts and famous aurors. Ginny had read in Hermione's diary one time that she dreamed about becoming an auror. She wanted to be a famous one, almost as famous as Mad-Eye Moody, but for less notorious reasons.
Ginny sat down at the table that Hermione was sitting at. Hermione didn't notice, her head was stuck in a book, almost literally. Ginny buried her head in her hands, clearly annoyed, afraid to go to the common room. She would be questioned, or ignored. She couldn't take either one, so she chose to hide. She seemed to be looking for something to cheer her up. But what the hell could cheer her up on a day like this? Not only did she have many things hanging over her head; no…that wasn't it. To be honest, Ginny felt pathetic. Almost everyone had significant other in this damn school, and she didn't. She was lonely and had no friends – nothing. But she knew she could fix that…easily.