Synopsis: Ginny is in her 6th year at Hogwarts. After a fall-out with the Golden Trio, she pursues life 'Ginny Style'. However, an unknown force is after Ginny; and it will not stop until it has her full surrender.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever have the privilege and / or responsibility of owning Harry Potter or any of the aforementioned characters. *sniffle*

August 5th

Stepping lightly inside the darkened shop, the young man glanced around as the door chime tinkled softly. The full moon shown brightly on his light colored hair; illuminating the severed hands, dark potion bottles and other gruesome items on the shelves.

"We're closed!" a gruff voice called out from the back room.

"Not for me you're not."

A grizzled man came out scowling until he saw who his late customer was. "Forgive me Young Master…I did not realize…"

"I'm looking for a certain potion." the young man interrupted, "One that is…delicate in nature. "

"Ah, yes Young Master, I have many potions that are in the range of what you speak of. What is the name of it?"

"Not this one, you don't;" he drawled, "Somnium Socius."

"SOMNIUM SOCIUS! But the Ministry…"

"Calm down Old Man. I know very well the Ministry's standing on this particular potion, but it is of vital importance that I acquire it. Are you incapable of this task?"

"No no! I can acquire it. But sir, with the bans placed on it, very few are willing to pay the price it takes."

"Money is of no concern. Have 30 bottles prepared and ready by the next full moon, or I will be…disappointed."

"Yes sir Young Master, 30 bottles!"

"Good eve to you." He smirked and strode out the door.

September 20th

"10 points from Gryfindor." came the smooth voice from behind her ear. Ginny nearly jumped out of her skin. She spun around quickly and glared.

"For what?" she demanded.

Draco smirked "For being out passed curfew."

"Curfew's at 9pm you git!"

"Exactly, and it's precisely 9:03."

"I'm 20 feet from my common room…."

"And that's 20 feet too far." Draco turned to continue down the hallway.

"Prat…" Ginny muttered to herself as she strode toward the portrait entrance.

"Oh, and Weaselette?" Draco called from down the hall, "an additional 10 points for your mouth."

Fuming, Ginny snarled the password at the Fat Lady, and stomped through the common room and up the stairs to her dorm room. She quieted down when she saw her roommates were asleep. Where the bloody hell does Malfoy get off for taking points for being 3 minutes late? And where did he come from? Ginny growled to herself, tossing her bag down next to her bed. She could have sworn no one was in the hallway. Sighing, she kicked off her shoes and undressed. Tossing on an old t-shirt of Fred's, she climbed into bed. Great, another perfect ending to another perfect day. As if her 6th year was not tough enough with being in advanced classes; Neville's potion exploded and threw green goo all over her robes. Which would have been bad enough with the whole class snickering; except poor Neville was apologizing profusely and trying to help clean her up; but all that did was smear it worse. To top it off, Malfoy has been watching her all day. And not giving the usual smirk he gives, but a strange knowing smirk. Plus, he didn't even make a snarky comment to her when she was late for Potions, Or since the beginning of the year actually, She thought. It didn't make any sense. Something was off. She just needed to figure out what he was up to. She would have to recruit Neville, Colin and Luna for help. There was no way she was going to the Golden Trio ever.

They all used to be so close. Even though through the majority of their adventures, Ginny was too young to join in (her first year not included), they always sought her opinion. Ginny saw things in a unique way. Unfortunately, after a year or so, thing's had started to change. At first, it was just a small comment here or there. Remarks on her clothing style or an occasional snarky comment on her ideas. Ginny had to start to be careful in how she responded to certain things.

Hermione was the worst offender, as the reasoning behind her attacks was personal. She had a crush on Ron, but wanted Harry, as he was 'The Boy Who Lived', and the notoriety that came with it.

Harry was condescending, and always calling her 'Baby Gin'. He even went so far as to use her crush on him to his advantage. If the Trio needed to sneak out from the Burrow, Harry would convince Ginny to keep mum about it with a hint of a possible relationship in the future. Ginny quickly realized that he was just stringing her along.

Ron was bad if only because he would immediately take Harry's or Hermione's side without even considering the situation. Fred and George were the only ones who stood by her. Ginny's parents did even know.

Ginny had had it. She was no longer going to cater to anyone's ego. She was no longer going to walk on eggshells so that she would not 'step on anyone's toes'. She was going to act, live and love life her own way.

Two years ago, at the beginning of the summer, Harry had hit on Ginny for the last time. What Harry did not believe was that her crush had quickly faded away as soon as she saw what type of person he was. When she told Harry off for hitting on her while still dating Hermione, he got mad and tried to kiss her to prove that she still liked him. Pissed, Ginny had shoved Harry off and socked him on the nose.

Hermione had come around the corner then and immediately accused Ginny of trying to steal Harry away from her. Another fight ensued and was broken up when Mrs. Weasley came looking for everyone to call them to dinner. Hermione's accusation was the last straw for Ginny. She immediately owled Fred and George and spent the rest of her summer at their new apartment right above their shop in Diagon Alley. She spent every summer after that at the Twin's place.

This is going to be an interesting year. Sighing again, she rolled over and went to sleep.