Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and I'm not getting paid for it either.

Author's notes: So this is my second story. I wrote this chappie a while ago, and I was bored so I thought I may as well put it up. Here goes.

Typical.

Ginny watched the scenery outside the windows flick past, trying to block out the sounds coming from her brother and his girlfriend.

Fucking typical they couldn't even stop on the train.

Ron and Hermione had gotten over making out in public. Now it seemed to be all they ever did. All Ginny heard when she was around them was the giggling and moaning escaping from their mouths and she had had quite enough. At least cut it down a bit, maybe not groping her in all places in public would be a small start. Small, what a stupid word, let's say, relieving instead. Yes, that's it. It would be incredibly relieving if every time Ginny glanced at them, she didn't see her brother groping the other's breasts, one hand on that area, and the other either gripping her hair or in other areas which don't really need to be presented to everyone else's vulnerable eyes. Harry, used to it by now, sat reading a book Ron had given him for his birthday. Obviously, it was on quidditch.

She didn't understand how Harry could just ignore it. How he could stay in the same room with them while they were kissing each other, feeling at the same time. The only time he left the room was when they were taking it too far, if you get the point. Whenever Ginny asked him why, he just shrugged. Was it because he didn't give a shit? And the fact that there would be nowhere else for him to go? Or did he just enjoy listening to them moan and whisper dirty things to each other, slowly studying them and getting tips from the horny couple? Ginny couldn't decide which one it was or not, so she chose both instead.

She decided to turn to Harry instead of the scenery outside. He had broken her heart, yet she was still here, sitting beside him, as though nothing had ever happened between them. It was as if they never went out, as if they'd never even kissed before. But they had, and she would never forget their moments together. Sure, she was over him, now he was like another brother to her. Although he was more a brother that she could confide in rather than a brother who annoyed her any moment they could. Their intimate experiences were more beautiful than she cared to admit. And yet, here they were, sitting beside each other, him reading his book, and her staring at his hair.

His hair, his messy hair. It looked better when she had messed it up on purpose. That was way back when she was shy to everyone else, but herself to him. She opened up to him, let him take away her virginity; let him listen to her secrets.

When they had decided to break it off and remain friends, Ginny knew that she was over him, but she wasn't sure about Harry, so she decided to watch him for a while, to see if he was dropping any signs of wanting her again. But if he did, she would immediately tell him that it was he who broke up with her, and that he needed to get on with his life.

Ginny kept a diary. It was small, and had a red cover on it; she was often found writing in it. In it were her most intimate secrets, secrets not even Harry knew. As far as she knew, no one had tried to read it, which surprised her but made her confident, seeing as her brother was incredibly nosy when it came to her life. But, since him and Hermione had started going out, she didn't exist. She liked it this way; it allowed her to be free to do whatever she liked, without her dear brother breathing down her neck. This would be a new year, a new life, she could just feel it. How very right she was.

She thought she may as well start her new life by getting out of this compartment.

Fuck this shit.

"Hey Harry, I'm just gonna go and see if Luna is here ok?"

All Harry did was grunt, so she took it as a yes, and walked out of the compartment.

Now where the hell am I going to go?

As she really had no intention to find Luna, she walked down towards the end of the train, looking for an empty compartment for her to relax on her own in. Glancing in every one of them, she saw a lot of familiar faces, and some she'd never had the pleasure to be acquainted with. The first years were huddled together looking nervous as ever. It was raining and windy outside, Ginny pitied them. There were none down that end, so she decided to try the other end.

Walking past a particular compartment she saw the exact same scene. Harry reading on one side, and her brother and the smartass tangled together on the other. They all made her sick.

She kept walking, amazed at how long the train really was. She waved every now and then at people she knew, and even people she didn't. When she passed a particular compartment, she had to slow down just a fraction.

Ginny's P.O.V

The Slytherin gang, oh how she loathed them. There was Blaise Zabini, with his smug face, sitting there staring at the Slytherin slut across from him, lust in his eyes. Pansy Parkinson was making an effort to tease not only Blaise, but Draco Malfoy himself, who, by the looks of him, wasn't interested. She was clearly making it too obvious she wanted them both, what with licking her lips at Blaise while slowly creeping her hand up Malfoy's thigh. Ginny watched as Malfoy grabbed her hand, and put it back on her own thigh. All Pansy did was smirk, then try again. Malfoy's two thugs Crabbe and Goyle sat in the corner both reading what looked to be incredibly childish comics.

Idiots

Ginny was nearly completely gone past the window when Malfoy looked up from his book and locked eyes with her. She kept walking, thinking nothing of it.

Finally finding a compartment down the corridor, Ginny went inside and closed the door, sitting down as she did so. Taking out her little diary, she sat back and relaxed her back, which for some strange reason, was aching. Ginny was so concentrated on writing in her diary, about how sick of Ron and Hermione she was, she never noticed the person look in the window, or slide open the door, or even slowly walk in.

Twenty minutes later, Ginny had finally finished. She closed the book and put that and the pen in the front pocket of her school skirt.

Then she looked up.

A/N:o0o0o0o0o what'll happen next??????dunno……HA!!! yes I doooooo!!! anyways like it? hate it? Pleeeeeeze let me know so I may continue……..plot bunnies are killing me.