Author's Note: I know her name is Ginevra, but I wanted to use the name Virginia because I like it better.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. Everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Ginny's Revenge
Virginia Weasley slammed the door to her room angrily, with tears of humiliation in her eyes. She threw herself onto her bed and roughly shoved some long strands of dark red hair out of her eyes. At the moment she hated everything. She hated Ron for opening his stupid mouth, she hated Hermione and Harry for laughing, and she hated the tears that wouldn't stop streaming down her face no matter how hard she tried to stop them.
Ron had brought up the huge crush that she had on Harry in front of everyone. She sobbed as she though that even Bill and Charlie knew about it now. They would no doubt spread the story to their friends.Fred and George had at least tried to hide their smiles, but to her horror her mother had only laughed when he brought it up. She hadn't done a thing to stop the scene that would inevitably happen.
Flashback
They were just sitting down to dinner. Ginny smiled as she saw everyone there. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione and her mum and dad. Everyone that she loved was at the table that night, enjoying the delicious meal that she had helped her mother prepare. Everyone except for Percy. Stupid git, she thought scowling to herself. She forced herself to remember that she didn't care anymore and that he wasn't wanted, and that it was him who betrayed the family by siding with the Ministry. It was him who insulted dad; she told herself fiercely, he'd rather choose his stupid job over his family, so he isn't welcome here. It's not our fault that he chose to side against Dumbledore. If he'd rather play gopher (AN: you know, go for this, go for that) for Fudge let him, it's his problem.
She turned her thought away from Percy as she spooned some mashed potatoes onto her plate, just in time to listen to the conversation.
"Hey, anyone remember that stupid crush that Ginny had on Harry?" Ron asked grinning. His face was flushed with excitement and happiness in the candle light.
"Oh yes, that was adorable," said her mum laughing. Her dad smiled and shook his head. Fred and George exchanged glances and tried to hide their smiles. Bill and Charlie looked at each other and then at Ginny who had ducked her head, with her hair covering her face.
"I didn't know, what happened?" asked Bill. Ron's grin spread from ear to ear as he reveled in the attention.
"Ron…" Harry muttered, his face turning scarlet, "Not now, please." Ron ignored him and went on to tell the story.
"It was kind of pathetic actually," he said, "she always blushed when he was in the room, and she couldn't talk around him. It's sad considering how she never shuts up around us." Charlie laughed and nodded his agreement. Ginny wished that Ron would stop.
"Go on," he ordered.
"Well, no one ever knew how much Ginny really liked Harry until Valentine's Day in our second year. You know how Lockhart went completely barmy and had these dwarves dressed as Cupid go around and give people their cards? Well, one nearly tripped poor Harry over here trying to give him one. Ginny gave him this ridiculous poem, I think it went—" Ginny's head snapped up and she looked at him horrified pleading with her eyes for him to stop. Ron smiled nastily at her and went to continue. Ginny kicked him hard in the shin. Ron yelped.
"Ginny, what the hell? What's wrong with you? Why do you have to make a scene for? Whatever, Hermione, how did that poem go?"
"It went, 'His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he were mine, he's really divine, t he hero who conquered the Dark Lord.'" Hermione finished for him. She laughed.
"It was the most ridiculous thing I ever heard," she said, "but I think it was worse for Harry, he's the one that the dwarf was singing to."
"It was terrible. Malfoy was right there, and even though he tried to embarrass me, I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone." Harry said joining the conversation for the first time. It was at that time when everyone at the table burst into laughter, Ginny sunk away from the table unnoticed, wishing that she was anywhere but there.
After all the tears had gone, the anger, shame and humiliation still stayed. As Ginny looked around her room her anger turned to fury. Everything she saw fueled her rage; her pale yellow walls, her pink bedspread, lilac drawers that were filled with her little girl clothes. She got up, and stood in front of her mirror, seething with rage.
"Why did he have to bring that up now? I'm not eleven anymore, I'm sixteen and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. It was one stupid pointless crush! It didn't even mean anything! It was hero worship! You don't see me making fun of his obvious crush on Hermione. I don't know what he even sees in her; all that bushy hair, and meaningless knowledge. So attractive, no wonder all the guys want her. I don't care anymore. This is the last time that I let them act like that toward me. I'm sick of being everyone's friend, the good sweet girl who didn't say no to anyone. I'm changing. And fast. I don't care what anyone says anymore." With that resolution she stomped off to bed where she fell asleep to her mirror's sleepy reply of encouragement.
Well, That's the first chapter. Please reviewthey make me feel all gooey inside...or maybe it was that marshmallow thatI just ate...
Hugsies,
Elementalflame
