This is my first fanfic so don't hate :D
Disclaimer: Uhm, never understood why people put these up, because why would JK Rowling waste time writing fanfics when she's the brain behind it all? Hmm...
Chapter 1--Deceit
She couldn't believe it. How could he do this to her? Him, the most noble, heroic person she knew was capable of doing something like this? She just couldn't believe it. Everytime she thought back to it, her heart wrenched and tears gathered at the back of her eyes, threatening to fall down her face. Maybe that's why he did it, she thought to herself, because of my face. Her cream-colored skin with a light dusting of freckles must have been unappealing to such a ruggedly-handsome guy. Ginny Weasley looked down at her hands, watching them fidget in her lap.
She hated herself. She thought it was all her fault why he did that...unspeakable, sinful act. She only wish she was stronger, emotionally. Ginny would march right up to him and say 'Boy Who Lived, more like Boy Who Wishes He Didn't.' She couldn't believe Harry had cheated on her. After all she'd done for him, he had to be unfaithful. Harry freakin' Potter. Ginny was actually grateful that she got a compartment on the Hogwarts Express to herself. She didn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone, be with anyone. She just wanted to get to the castle and finish her sixth year so she could move on quicker to her seventh. That's when the compartment door slid open.
"Hey Gin! How was your summer?" Colin Creevey practically yelled into her compartment. She didn't answer him. She didn't want to speak. "Ginny, are you okay? It's me, Colin."
She gave him a hard look which he read as a sign for him to leave. "Okay, then," he muttered and he backed out of the compartment cautiously. Ginny threw herself across the seats and stared up at the ceiling. She had no one. Not even her best friend, well ex-best friend now. Mallory Sinclair. Granted, she was a Hufflepuff, but she and Ginny had gotten quite close over the past few years at Hogwarts. She was everything Ginny envied: she had long, straight black hair, that caught the light every time she walked into a room; she had a perfect hourglass shape, not to mention she was in great shape; she had a flawless olive complexion and icy blue eyes that could pierce your very heart. Maybe it's my hair... Ginny thought. My hair must be such a distraction, like a huge stop light. She immediately started pulling at her hair in contempt, eventually she just threw it back and tried very hard to ignore it. Her hair was your average red hair. Nothing special or glamorous about it. It was thick and straight and feel to just below her shoulder blades. She always wished she had curly hair, but her hair was too thick to allow it. Figures...
Ginny absolutely hated Mallory.
It was right before summer ended. They had been staying at 12 Grimmauld Place again. They were getting ready to go to Diagon Alley for their annual before-school shopping trip. Harry was no where to be found. They looked in every room in the house, no matter how tedious that turned out to be. Growing worried, Mrs. Weasley took Ginny to the Burrow to see if maybe he went back there to get something he may have left there. They floo'd to the Burrow and immediately started calling out his name. Ginny took upstairs, while her mother searched downstairs and in the yard. As Ginny was ascending the staircase, she heard a thump and scrambling voices above. She ran up the stairs and swung open the door to the room Ron and Harry used to share. Her heart stopped at what she saw. She saw her friend, her best friend no less, scrambling to get her clothes on while Harry looked around for his shirt. Ginny backed away from the scene, pinching herself to make sure it was a reality. Harry walked purposely towards her and told her that it was nothing. Mallory stood in the background like a statue, yet avoiding Ginny's gaze. Ginny smacked Harry straight across the face and ran downstairs, sobbing hysterically. Before her mother could even inquire as to why she was acting the way she was, Ginny floo'd back to Grimmauld Place.
Tears started rolling off the sides of Ginny's face at the memory. She learned not too soon after that that Harry and Mallory have been at it even before he and Ginny became an item. Ginny felt so completely sorry for herself. She couldn't bear to look at him before school started up again. She had holed herself up in her room and Hermione had offered to pick up her school things for her. When Ginny had tried talking to the bushy-haired girl about it, all she could say was to 'forget about him and move on.'
Yeah. Right.
Ginny sat up and fiercely scrubbed the tears from her eyes, telling herself that this was no way to behave. She needed to be stronger. She constantly berated herself for the way she acted, everything she did, how she looked, etc. She used to be so full of energy, a fun-loving spirit that would never let anything get her down. She was the only one in her family that preferred playing Quidditch in the rain. She was the most optimistic person anyone close to her now. And that came crumbling down because of one stupid guy.
She stared out the window for about 20 minutes until she heard the compartment door slide open again. She huffed loudly, and turned to see Hermione standing there timidly. "Erm, Gin? Are you okay? I mean, you're all by yourself, and I wondered if you wanted somebody to talk to?"
Ginny snapped back without remorse. "Oh, gee, Hermione. I didn't know you cared. After the way you harshly told me to just 'get over it' and 'move on.' Great advice on your part, by the way. Really comforting."
Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times before saying, "Ginny, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to believe it. I mean, it's Harry! He's one of my best friends and when I heard the accusations, I had no idea what to do!"
"Whatever, Hermione. Now if you don't mind, I'm still trying to pick up shards of my broken heart."
"Ginny, you do not know how sorry I am. I had no idea."
"Hermione, it's okay. No need for you to feel guilty. I guess...I...overreacted. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Gin."
"Hey, aren't you Head Girl this year?"
"Yeah. It's such an honor, really. I get my own private quarters and everything." Suddenly her face fell.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"The Head Boy shares his common room with mine."
"And that would be...?"
"Ferret Boy."
"What?! Draco Malfoy is Head Boy?! Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry!"
"And you damn well should be, insulting your superiors like that," came a drawling tone from the direction of the hallway.
"Malfoy, get out." Ginny didn't even want to battle with him. She had no desire to get all hot and bothered because of the stupid, arrogant Slytherin prick.
"No, I find it rather cozy in here. I think I'll stay."
"Oh, do you think it would be cozier with my foot up your a--"
"Ginny!" Hermione gave her a disapproving look.
"Hermione! Chill out!"
"You should listen to her, Mudblood. You don't want your hair to start radiating electrical currents."
"Malfoy, you shut your arrogant mouth and get out of our compartment." Ginny stared at him in the eyes until he faltered. "That's what I thought."
"You know, Weasel, I should dock points from your House for being so disrespectful." He sneered at her and left the compartment, slamming it shut.
"I really hate that guy." Ginny sighed. Just then she saw Harry and Ron walk by the compartment and Ron nudged Harry when they found who they were looking for. Ginny couldn't decide if they were looking for her or Hermione.
They walked into the compartment and Ginny's heart immediately clenched and she felt her stomach fall into what seemed like a bottomless pit. She turned to the window and stared out at the trees and rolling hills of the English countryside. "Ginny..?" She immediately recognized Harry's voice. "Ginny, can we talk?"
She quickly whipped her head around, a look of hate broiling in her chocolate brown eyes. "Well, certainly you and I have the ability to do so, but it doesn't necessarily mean I want to talk to you." She practically yelled at him. "Which I don't," she added as an afterthought.
"Gin, just listen-"
"No! You listen! You broke my heart into a million pieces! You took away the only good thing that happened to me! I loved you, Harry! I goddamn loved you!" She quickly got up and ran from the compartment. She ran down the hallway, not really knowing where she was headed to. Tears were streaming down her face in never-ending waterfalls. She put her hand against a wall and leaned against it, sobs shaking her body. She couldn't handle this. She would never be able to handle talking to him ever again. She was so surprised at her actions, slightly proud of herself for standing up against him. But that doesn't help, does it? My heart is still hopelessly broken...
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A/N: woo. I know it's not very long, but i kinda did it on a whim so it may be a little while before i post a second chapter. i have vacation all next week so i'll prolly go braindead in the process of spending so much time on the computer. oh well. reviews please :