Disclaimer: Well you guys know I don't own any of the characters and shat.
Summary: Ginny isn't so perfect, or innocent for that matter. Only one person notices and Ginny doesn't mind him. What's going on? Read and find out.
The sun rises upon the small Weasley home on a clear day in August and all is silent except for the quiet sounds of Mrs. Weasley preparing breakfast for her family. Soon the boys would come bounding down the stairs and Ginny would follow slowly after. The boys would scarf down whatever their mother made for breakfast, regardless of what it was and Mr. Weasley would kiss his wife goodbye, heading out the door with a piece of toast between his teeth. Then the boys would be off, dressing and heading out for some quidditch and Harry was supposed to be arriving that day. So it would be another boring day of reading for Ginny and she wasn't particularly happy about it.
Ginny Weasley was getting used to her mundane sort of life because they were the perfect family. Fighting sometimes, caring always, loving often. Their mother is doting and worrisome, their father is all about work and "listen to your mother boys", the boys are all about rough housing and pranks, and, last and certainly least, their little girl was sweet and quiet and all about school girl crushes, make up and hair. Sunshine, rainbows and fucking kittens is what they think, thinks Ginny bitterly as she descends the stairs after her brothers, like always.
"Mmm...that was great mum! Thanks," says Fred and George adds in, "Yes, brilliant" before they kiss their mother on either cheek at the same time.Molly smiles appreciatively.
Ginny mutters to herself, "Did they even taste it I wonder..."
To Ginny, she thought they just inhaled their food for convenience, you know, less eating time, more quidditch time.
"I think it's time for me to whoop you two in quidditch," says Ron, handing his practically licked clean plate to his mother.
"I'd like to see you try," Says Fred happily and they're out the door before Ginny can ask to join.
Not that it mattered, they never let her play anyways, always afraid of breaking poor, fragile Ginny. God, she wasn't really all sunshine, if only they knew.
Right now your thinking, only knew what? Well, lets start with the fact that Ginny had long gotten over that pathetic excuse of a man, Harry Potter. She had also, in her 5th year, started exploring the opposite sex and that isn't even the worst of it. But she couldn't let on about all this and more to her family, she would surely be disowned. Because lets face it, if the Weasleys knew that "Little Gin" actually has quite the bank of fantasies about none other than Draco Malfoy, they wouldn't exactly rejoice.
Sometimes she thought about telling them, just for their reactions. She almost laughed as she thought about it.
"What's so funny, dear?" Oops, looks like she actually did laugh.
Ginny plasters on her Oh-so-innocent-little-girl smile and replies "Oh, nothing, mum," before she hands her mother her dishes and walks back up to her room.
She's in need of a quick fix, her mind is whirling with various thoughts about Draco and she can feel the heat between her legs growing. Being left out by her borthers, thinking twisted thoughts about hurting her family emotionally for how she has to act, lieing to her mother and going to get off on a really nice fantasy about Draco, just a normal day for Ginny Weasley and she can't wait until school starts. Let the fun begin...
Well there you have it! The prologue to my very first story here, I hope it's ok. I know it's a little gritty, but I'm so sick of people making Draco such a wussy just so the story works. So I decided to change Ginny. Hey, it's not like I'm the only one who's done it, look around! lol Enjoy! R&R please.