Disclaimer: I don't own anything(Obviously. I don't think I can right as good as Rowling does, or else I would have been rich by now….).
Summary: Ginny is tired of being called Ron's little sister. She wants to prove that she is Virginia, a grown up woman that can defend herself and her beloved ones. And the first step is by advancing into her brother's class. D/G of course.
This is my first story ever on fanfiction, so be nice. Pweaze…!
Ginny Weasley. No. Virginia Weasley. Though these names are one, the people which they represent are complete opposite. Ginny was a little girl that walked in the shadows, afraid of the rest of the world, with no mind of her own. Her only protection was her brother and his friends, the famous Golden Trio.
But all that belonged to the past. Ginny Weasley never existed. That little girl was what They wanted to think of her and she just played along. But not anymore. She was sick of being unnoticed and being told what to do(one thing among them was to keep her true self hidden and never let the people see who she really was and what she could do). She was special. And she was going to prove it.
Her secret that only Dumbledore and the teachers knew was well hidden in her trunk. A secret that when it will it be announced, Ron would faint, then wake up and yell at her for not telling him, then faint again because of his rising blood pressure. Oh, she wouldn't like to miss that for anything in the world.
These were her thoughts as she looked herself in the mirror. She loved her body, but mostly her self. She had the perfect body, which could make the men drool and the women to cry for their lack of the perfect curves that she had, all in the right places. Her hair was dark red, like blood that flows from an open wound, the exact opposite of her brothers and that's why she loved it. Her eyes were brown but when she was angry they became dark brown with a hint of red in them, and she had an explanation for that which would be revealed very soon. She was almost 6 feet tall. She was wearing a simple jean that fitted her body perfectly, with a chain hanging on her left hip, and a green(this was her favorite color and for a reason….) t-shirt with the words "If you can read this you are too bloody close" in black. She wore black leather boots that reached her knee, although they were under the jean. She had worked all summer and managed to earn a lot of money that she had spent for herself(but there were more left to spent later). Her hair was in a bun with a few strands falling on her face. The only make-up that she needed was just her dark red lip-gloss.
"Ginny, get your ass down here before we lose the train." That annoying voice belonged to her 'dear' brother, Ron. He was so anxious to see Potter and Granger again, although they were both here not even a month ago. Yes, you read right. Potter and Granger. She never had a crush on the famous boy Who Couldn't Die And Had To Make Her Life Miserable. These were only rumors. As for Granger, she was a bloody Know-it-All who had to make that a known fact. A girl who never gave a shit about her, unless Ginny was in 'danger'. She didn't have a problem with Muggles, as long as they stayed out of her way. She was using Muggle things and knew a lot about them(specially their weapons, cause she knew how to fight in an arm to arm fighting).
With a last look in the mirror she went downstairs were her parents and Ron were waiting patiently.
"Finally! What took you so long?" her said brother. But after he checked her from head to toe he added "What do you think you are doing wearing that chain? You are not going anywhere, unless you get rid of that piece of metal that makes you look like a little punk!"
"Firstly, I was looking myself in the mirror. If you have a problem with that then go and whine to mother, or else shut your mouth and never complain to me about being late cause you know who takes long enough to get himself ready in the mornings. Secondly, this Piece of metal, as you call it, will stay right where it is, cause I like there and I want it there." Ginny said and walked in to the car, leaving behind a shocked Ron.
Thankfully the ride to the train station was uneventful, because Ron was still trying to understand what had happened back there. But as soon as he saw his two best friends, his mind(or whatever you can call that, which he has inside his head) erased the event.
Soon enough, Virginia(cause this is her name from now on) stepped into the platform and all eyes turn to her.
A blond boy was standing on the corner of the platform, observing everything. His hair was falling in his eyes making him even more gorgeous than he already was. His beautiful grey-silver eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for his next victims, until the fell on his least favorite person. 'There is Pothead and his mudblood girlfriend. Hm. He managed to live trough the summer. Apparently no Death Eater tried to kill him. I wonder where the third idiot of the group is.' he said in his mind. As weird as that may look, it was true. Draco Malfoy hated Voldemort and everything that had to do with him. But most of all, he hated his father for following a mad mudblood thinking that this was power. On the contrary. By following him, Lucius showed weakness, not being able to become a leader, and helping someone that wants to kill his own pathetic kind. It's disgusting. A Pureblood being in the command of a mudblood.
But his thoughts were interrupted when the most beautiful creature he had ever seen walked in the platform. Her hair reminded him of blood and her skin was like porcelain. She was like a Fallen Angel, his Fallen Angel cause he was going to have her one way or the other. She was Draco Malfoy's next prey…..
Author's Note: Please don't kill me! I didn't write it on purpose. My other self made me do it. She is mean, evil, malevolent, anything that has to do with bad people, she has it.
Please let me know if you like it and you want me to continue. Don't forget that this is my first attempt, so be nice to me. I beg thee, oh wonderful readers…
I would also like to apologize for any mistake in grammar that I did. For that I would love to have a beta to correct me.
May your souls be well…..